After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Suppressed despair collided in those eyes that were usually bright. The person who could pull Shen Jinmo out of desperate situations every time, this time wanted to take Han Zhou's life.

"Quickly call the imperial physician. Quickly call the imperial physician."

Wailing and sobbing crawled out from the distant memories. Xie Nanxing, who had once again risked his life to save Shen Jinmo on the night of the Lantern Festival, this time blamed Shen Jinmo.

The stagnation that was originally broken by only Xie Nanxing began to be broken through one after another by those who once surrounded Han Zhou.

Shen Jinmo stubbornly held out the handkerchief, but no one reached out to take it.

Those cruel and sharp eyes, every inch of light filled with them, is now called confusion.

Shen Jinmo looked at the court officials around him, at Zhong Yuanyuan, and then at Xia Hong.

He didn't understand why Xie Nanxing suddenly stopped loving him.

Xia Hong walked up to Shen Jinmo at the right time, personally helped Shen Jinmo up from his kneeling position on the ground, and gently patted Shen Jinmo's back with his broad palm.

It seems like showing off, but also like comforting.

"Wang Heng, didn't we agree that we would just demonstrate?"

Although there were doubts, there was no trace of blame, and there was even more heartache.

He felt sorry for the child he had raised, who was hurt by Xie Nanxing because of an insignificant person.

As if grasping the last straw, Shen Jinmo repeated over and over again: "Your Majesty, I didn't use any force. I didn't have time to use any force."

"He wanted to kill me, and I was just trying to protect myself."

"Xie Nanxing, I really didn't use any force."

"Xie Nanxing, look at me."

The man who intended to rush towards Xie Nanxing again was hugged by more than 20 guards arranged by Xia Hong.

Xie Nanxing, who kept wiping the red corners of Han Zhou's mouth with a handkerchief, raised her head and said, "You go home first. I'll go home after Han Zhou gets better."

Shen Jinmo stood there in a daze, his lips opening and closing several times, and asked first: "What if he can't get better?"

"What if he's really dead?"

"Xie Nanxing, do you want me for him?"

"Xie Nanxing, because of Han Zhou, you don't love me anymore?"

I asked question after question, but received no response.

Xie Nanxing's voice was choked with sobs, hiding coldness: "If you hadn't used your full strength, he wouldn't have died."

"Shen Jinmo, go home now."

If he doesn't go home, how can the civil and military officials in the court let Shen Jinmo go?

After killing Han Zhou, the founding merit was cut off and the soul of the Tiger Power Army was destroyed.

How could the people of this world let Shen Jinmo go?

Han Zhou, who was held in Xie Nanxing's arms, opened his mouth and tried his best to breathe. The pain in his chest was not obvious, and the pain in his neck was not obvious either.

Judging from his physical perception alone, Han Zhou didn't feel that he was about to die.

But the feeling of being tied up layer by layer, getting tighter and tighter until you lose the ability to move, foreshadows the end of life.

"Thank...Xie Nanxing."

When Xie Nanxing heard this very light call, he looked at Shen Jinmo with eager eyes for the last time, and then chose to focus all his attention on Han Zhou.

Lowering his head and putting his ear close to Han Zhou's lips, Xie Nanxing heard Han Zhou say, "No... don't blame him, he... is telling the truth."

With such force and with such a swing of the whip, Han Zhou would not have been killed.

But Han Zhou didn't know why he was like this now.

"Thank... Thank you Nanxing, I have never... protected you once in my life. I am... useless."

"Today... today I am sorry... sorry to you, sorry... sorry to Shen... Shen Jinmo."

"After I... die... I will... try my best to make up for it."

The tears rolling down Xie Nanxing's eyes and the blood flowing from Han Zhou's mouth and nose mixed together, and under the reflection of the candlelight, they turned into tears of blood.

The handkerchief was stained with blood, so Xie Nanxing used his sleeve to wipe the blood off Han Zhou's face: "Don't talk, the imperial physician is very skilled and will save you."

Han Zhou really wanted to smile at Xie Nanxing, and it would be best if he smiled like the way he smiled when he first said "I like you" to Xie Nanxing in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace.

But Han Zhou can’t do that anymore.

Every inch of his muscles and bones gradually hardened, making it extremely difficult for Han Zhou to even roll his tongue to utter words.

"Xie Nan...Xing, I don't...regret meeting...you in this...life."

"It's so nice to... die in your... arms."

"After all...after all, I am the one who let you down."

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe Xie Nanxing's tears, but ended up smashing it heavily on Xie Nanxing's legs.

Han Zhou's last apologetic look actually fell on Shen Jinmo.

He received kindness but was unable to repay it, and after his death he put all the blame on Shen Jinmo.

Han Zhou felt that in the next life or the next, he would not be worthy of appearing in front of Xie Nanxing.

Doctor Shu, who was supposed to accompany the king all the time, was assigned to bandage and suture the tiger cub locked in the cage.

After finishing with the tiger cub, he turned around with blood on his body to change his clothes before being led to the ring.

He quickly broke through the crowd and knelt in front of Han Zhou. Without even taking his pulse, Doctor Shu first used silver needles to try to seal several life-saving acupuncture points.

The silver needle was too soft. Doctor Shu tried several times, but when he inserted the silver needle into the flesh, he knew that Han Zhou could not be saved.

He still closed his eyes and felt Han Zhou's pulse for a long time, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not feel any fluctuating rhythm.

The warmth touched by his hands began to disappear. Xie Nanxing, who was holding Han Zhou in his arms, could feel the coldness through the layers of clothes.

He looked up and asked, "Doctor Shu, why do I feel that Han Zhou is a little cold?"

Doctor Shu took a deep breath and pulled out the silver needles that sealed the acupuncture points one by one. Doctor Shu turned around and knelt down towards where Xia Hong and Zhong Yuanyuan were.

He didn't know how long Han Zhou had been lying here, but judging from how stiff he was now, he must have been dead for more than half an hour.

Even if Hua Tuo were reborn, he would not be able to bring Han Zhou back to life.

Xia Yu, who was standing behind Zhong Yuanyuan, looked at the life that was still alive and well just now, but was completely wiped out in an instant.

Xia Yu, who was used to not using kindness on himself, just felt cold hands and feet.

Shen Jinmo's whip was not fatal, but it took Han Zhou's life. This was because Xia Hong had prepared for it long ago.

Instead of letting Han Zhou die quietly in the depths of the jungle, he let Han Zhou die in public.

What happened today was not only an attempt to take Han Zhou's life, but also a demonstration to those who were still alive!

Today's monarchy has long lost the constraints of morality and benevolence, and has turned into an evil dragon that roams the sky and devours human nature.

Whenever he opens his mouth, his life will be lost.

This time it was Han Zhou, next time it might be Xia Ling, Shen Jinmo, or everyone in this world.

He felt a chill on his back. Xia Hong would definitely not show mercy to him just because he was the only choice.

So, the next one might also be him, Xun Zhan, or his mother.

Xia Yu, scared.

He was so scared that he secretly grabbed Zhong Yuanyuan's hand, holding it so tightly that it started to tremble.

He didn't know whether he and Xun Lan would be able to protect everyone he cared about when the truth was revealed.