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

Zhong Yuanyuan felt the arc of her sleeve being pulled, and she grabbed Xia Yu's hand in her palm, increasing the strength little by little, which came from the sense of security given by her mother.

The trembling in Xia Yu's palms gradually subsided, and the fear in his eyes turned into stubbornness.

They have to win, they can only win.

He wanted to drag this evil dragon down from the sky with his own hands and make him atone for all the sins he had committed.

What was brewing in the dead silence was the complete burial of vibrant life within the imperial power, that all living beings under the monarchy were ants, and that the power of the world was not enough to fight against the power of the Son of Heaven.

Xia Hongwei frowned and looked at Zhong Yuanyuan. The light flashing in his eyes seemed like he was begging for mercy, but in fact he was asking Zhong Yuanyuan, who was unaware of the whole situation, to help him resolve the situation.

A hero who had made great military achievements and made outstanding contributions to the founding of the country died in this hunting ground. Only Zhong Yuanyuan, the founder of the country, could put the final nail in the coffin.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. Xia Hong and Zhong Yuanyuan should share the responsibility for the sins he committed.

Putting the round fan that Xu Xu was holding in his hand into Xia Yu's hand, Zhong Yuanyuan walked to Han Zhou with calm steps, first placing two fingers on Han Zhou's nose, and then placing them on Han Zhou's neck.

The person lying in Xie Nanxing's arms was indeed dead.

Nanny Xi handed Zhong Yuanyuan's cloak over and shook it slightly. Then Zhong Yuanyuan covered Han Zhou, who was held by Xie Nanxing, with the cloak.

Standing up, Zhong Yuanyuan asked, "Doctor Shu, Wang Heng said he didn't kill Han Zhou, so how did he die?"

Doctor Shu looked up at Zhong Yuanyuan's eyes that were so calm that they could suppress all the turmoil. The conversation they had under the sun a month ago came to Doctor Shu's mind.

Judging from the expressions of these people, Han Zhou had not been dead for long. If he had not died of poisoning, he would not have appeared so stiff.

For the first time in his life, Doctor Shu did not explain the whole story to Xia Hong. He suppressed his strange feeling and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, Prince Han has passed away."

The conclusion made by Doctor Shu put Xia Hong completely at ease.

Xia Hong didn't care about Han Zhou's death at all. The only thing he was thinking about now was how to clear Shen Jinmo's name.

When Xie Nanxing put all the blame on Shen Jinmo, only Xia Hong wanted to prove Shen Jinmo's innocence.

"Doctor Shu, go take another look. Wang Heng said he didn't use any force. How could Prince Han, who is so strong and healthy, walk so fast?"

Doctor Shu took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box and walked towards Han Zhou on his knees.

The scissors refracted the moonlight, and Xie Nanxing pushed Doctor Shu hard, knocking him to the ground.

"All of you go away, all of you go away, Han Zhou is not dead."

"No Doctor Shu, I want to take Han Zhou home to find another doctor to see him."

Xie Nanxing's sudden resistance made Xia Hong feel extremely annoyed.

Before Xia Hong arranged for someone to take Xie Nanxing away, Xia Yu rushed to Xie Nanxing and said, "Xie Nanxing, Han Zhou is dead."

"Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo is still alive."

The decision of whether to give life to the living or justice to the dead was left to Xie Nanxing.

Xia Yu didn't want Shen Jinmo to lose Xie Nanxing, and Xia Yu didn't want Shen Jinmo to be forced to bear all the sins while no one could redeem him.

"Ah...hahahaha...Han Zhou...is dead..."

Xie Nanxing laughed a little crazily, his hands were shaking as he unbuttoned his cloak, and his fingertips were starting to turn white as he unbuttoned Han Zhou's collar.

The clothes were open, and the sound of sobbing and heartache could be heard from everyone who looked at Han Zhou.

They didn't know how to describe this body covered with scars, old wounds that had not healed, and new wounds.

Prince Han, who is highly respected in Luoan City, would definitely not be covered with scars.

General Xiao Han, who led his troops to the battle on the first day of the Lunar New Year, used his flesh and blood to defend the border from bandits, protect the rivers and mountains, and bring back the good news.

The young general, who had never died at the hands of the bandits, died inexplicably on the first day after he was recalled to the capital by twelve golden medals.

There was so much glory in our youth, but now there is no time to move forward anymore.

Xie Nanxing covered her eyes tightly with her blood-stained hands.

He didn't have the courage to look at this body of scars.

It was he who sent Han Zhou to the battlefield.

If it weren't for him, Han Zhou would have lived a life of luxury in this divine capital and lived a safe and smooth life.

After confirming that Xie Nanxing would not fight back, Doctor Shu knelt in front of Han Zhou with an increasingly respectful attitude.

He failed to live up to the ideals he had planted in his youth, but he was full of respect for those who sacrificed their lives to stick to their original aspirations.

He gently pressed Han Zhou's neck with his hand, touched the purple tiger paw on his chest, and lightly touched the bright red color that seeped out of the cloth wrapped around his waist. Doctor Shu personally buttoned up Xie Nanxing's clothes that he had untied.

He was a doctor, and he knew when these wounds, both new and old, were inflicted.

He could also guess how many times the young general in front of him, who had not yet reached adulthood, had been in desperate situations.

If the king is unwilling to be benevolent and the ministers are not loyal, then where can the mountains and rivers, and the people of the world, be placed?

The decision that Doctor Shu had never made in his heart was wavering in the cool moonlight at this moment.

"Your Majesty, General Han suffered a lot of old injuries on the battlefield in the East Territory. He has already lost his vitality after recovering from the night, and he also suffered from internal injuries when hunting tigers, which caused blood stasis."

"The kick and whip from Lord Shen were not fatal, but under these circumstances, they became the fuse that hastened my death."

Since it is a competition in the ring, injuries are inevitable.

Shen Jinmo listened to Xie Nanxing's words and did not kill him. The wound was not fatal, but it took Han Zhou's life.

The smile on Xie Nanxing's lips was extremely sad and desolate. He didn't know who he should blame at this moment.

Blame yourself for not being strong enough?

Blame the world for being unfair?

Blame it on the blindness of heaven?

Or should we blame the king for his stupidity?

After receiving such an accurate answer, Xia Hong sighed helplessly. Standing in his position as the king of a country, he gave a final conclusion: "Wang Heng, I don't blame you. It's not your fault."

"General Han was young and impulsive. He knew that he was not strong enough, but he did not report it to me, and instead dragged you down."

Eunuch Lin spoke in a low voice in the silence, putting his efforts to please Shen Jinmo into practice: "Your Majesty, General Han's move seems to be to take Lord Shen to death with him at the cost of his own life."

The compassion that originally adorned the emperor's eyes disappeared in an instant.

Han Zhou knew that he could not kill Shen Jinmo, but his action of grabbing the gun and trying to take Shen Jinmo's life undoubtedly confirmed what Eunuch Lin said.

He was using his own life to avenge Wu Cixiu.

The lavish funeral and title that Xia Hong had granted to Han Zhou for the sake of face were all gone in an instant.

"Our Great Xia Dynasty has lost a young general who fought for the country. It is all due to the fault of the bandits in the East. I think we should immediately conquer and destroy the Eastern Japanese to avenge General Han's blood feud."

Turning around slowly, these court officials with different expressions all had the face of a traitor.

"What do you think, sir?"

It is a question, but also a warning.

If they don't hide the suspicion and unwillingness on their faces, Xia Hong will send them to the battlefield and kill them.