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Just as the sky was getting light, Xia Yu's carriage entered the gate of Shendu City and drove towards Prince Ming's Palace for half a cup of tea. Then Xia Yu changed the direction of the carriage.

He still chose to go against the emperor's wishes and go to the Marquis Zhongqin's Mansion first.

The Ming King, who would go against the emperor's will and take the beating for Xie Nanxing in the heavy snow to repay a past favor, should also take a completely different path from the civil and military officials in this bleak autumn morning.

Xia Yu has never been the prince who only cared about pleasing Xia Hong. He cares about right and wrong in his heart and carries the burden of friendship on his shoulders.

He should come for this trip, but he shouldn't do it in a big way.

He wanted to give Xia Hong a chance to turn a blind eye.

After taking off his riding clothes made of fine silk and putting on the long robe bought by the servant at the clothing shop, Xia Yu walked to the residence of Marquis Zhongqin.

At dawn, the entrance that I thought was deserted was now crowded with people queuing up and were all ordinary people.

They all held incense in their hands, their faces were filled with sorrow, and they all knelt devoutly towards where the coffin was.

They don't understand the king's schemes, they only know not to disappoint the generals who risk their lives to protect the country.

Instead of taking the road specially prepared for distinguished guests, he lined up in the queue like every ordinary citizen in this divine city who was struggling to have enough food and clothing.

When the sun was high in the sky, Xia Yu held three incense sticks and bowed three times towards the coffin. When the incense was inserted into the incense burner, Han Hou bowed to thank Xia Yu as he did to all the people of the capital who came to worship.

The carriage went from Marquis Zhongqin's Mansion to Prince Daoming's Mansion. Xia Yu leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes to rest.

The aura of the divine capital, which has long been engraved in the bones, blends together with the sounds of incense and firecrackers.

Xia Yu leaned against the wall of the car, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

How can it be said that those dignitaries who do not have the courage to lay down the burden on their shoulders and now prepare sacrificial ceremonies behind closed doors are not sincere?

This group of officials who were first cultivated by Xia Che and finally fell into Xun Zhan's hands were indeed more courageous than those who either resigned or died in the Meridian Gate.

The carriage stopped at Prince Ming's Palace. Xia Yu had already changed into his original riding clothes. He reached out to ruffle a few strands of his neatly combed black hair. Xia Yu got off the carriage, feeling anxious and exhausted from a sleepless night.

Xun Zhan, who had been waiting at the gate of the mansion since early morning, came out upon hearing the sound. The moment he saw Xia Yu's miserable appearance, his mind, already confused by Han Zhou's death, could only think of Xia Yu.

Silently, speechlessly, regardless of the public gaze, Xun Zhan held Xia Yu's hand.

The moment the door closed, Xia Yu's expression began to crack: "Xun Zhan, Han Zhou is dead."

His heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles. Xun Zhan hugged Xia Yu tightly in his arms: "I know."

"Master, Han Zhou died under Wang Heng's whip."

"Wang Heng's whip and kick seemed to be strong, but even if they were used on Xie Nanxing, they would not be fatal."

"But Han Zhou still died."

Kneeling in front of Xia Yu, he held Xia Yu in his arms and coaxed him slowly: "Don't be afraid, Xiaojiu, I am here, I will let you live, and I will let the queen live, and let everyone you care about live."

How could Xun Zhan not understand Xia Territory?

What his Xiaojiu is afraid of is that he will also die in such an unclear way one day.

"Our Xiaojiu is the best. Tell the Master slowly what happened, okay?"

Xia Yu felt a little sad, a little confused, and a little anxious.

But he was very precise and told Xun Zhan everything that happened yesterday.

"Father said that as long as Han Zhou wins, he won't blame Han Zhou."

"Han Zhou was extremely competitive. He hunted two tigers, but ended up in a tie with Wang Heng."

"Then...then they started fighting in the ring. Wang Heng kept dodging at first, but when he fought back, Han Zhou vomited blood and fell to the ground."

"He told Xie Nanxing that he wanted to return to the East Territory for a water burial. My mother was afraid of causing trouble, so she simply ordered the body to be suspended for two days and buried in Luoshui."

"Because of Han Zhou's death, Wang Heng and Xie Nanxing had a big conflict."

"Master, it has changed. Everything has changed. Everything will change."

Xun Zhan kept patting Xia Yu's back to comfort him. He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, very wrong.

The scene before him was too perfect. He felt that everyone, including himself, was hidden in a huge conspiracy.

But he couldn't find out who was behind Han Zhou's death.

Judging from the current situation, Han Zhou's death only fulfilled Xia Hong's wish.

In Xun Zhan's opinion, Shen Jinmo definitely had no intention of killing Han Zhou.

Because Shen Jinmo didn't want Han Zhou's death to come between him and Xie Nanxing.

Therefore, this game, although not unrelated to Shen Jinmo, was definitely not dominated by Shen Jinmo.

Xia Ling, as the biggest beneficiary of this situation, does not have the ability to set up such a situation at all.

The madness in Xun Zhan's heart began to grow wildly.

There is actually a fourth force within this divine capital that even Xun Zhan doesn't know about.

A force that should not have existed in the first place.

Since it should not appear, it should be destroyed.

Unable to find who was the manipulator of this force, Xun Zhan killed them one by one. When all of them were killed, his Xiao Jiu would not be afraid anymore.

He moved Xia Yu out of his arms, put his hands on the flesh of Xia Yu's cheeks, and lowered his head to kiss Xia Yu again and again.

"Tomorrow I will take you to the Zhongqin Marquis's Mansion to pay homage. Let's go together and see it. Once we see it, we will understand everything."

Xia Yu shook his head: "Master, my father asked me to go to the East Territory to give Han Shu an order. He doesn't want me to stay in the Divine Capital for some time to come."

There was no Han Shu in the East Territory, so Xia Hong's implication was that Xia Yu should wait for Han Shu to return to the Divine Capital together.

This trip was carried out in the name of the following imperial decree, to strictly prevent Han Shu from committing any rebellious acts on his return journey.

Xun Zhan hesitated for only a moment before making a decision: "Xiao Jiu, the East Territory is very beautiful. Let's go together to pick up the princess."

It is more important for Xun Zhan to relax Xia Yu and get out of this dark period.

Xia Yu pouted and pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved: "The capital of Gods is changing rapidly, and you are not in the capital of Gods. I am afraid that I will never be able to come back."

When Xun Zhan heard this, every inch of emotion in his eyes was called resentment.

His Xiaojiu is so sensible and well-behaved, why are these powerful people never willing to let his Xiaojiu go?

"When you return to the capital someday, no one will be able to hurt you in the slightest. I promise."

Standing up, Xia Yu hugged Xun Zhan tightly, the fear in his eyes had already been stained with desire: "Master, I don't want the future, you will obey my heart today, okay?"

"Master, I beg you to give me a perfect ending, okay?"

The person in front of him stared at Xun Zhan with his red eyes. His fragile yet pretending-to-be-strong look made Xun Zhan wish he could give his life to Xia Yu.

Xun Zhan took off her clothes himself, carried her to the bed and pressed her on top of him, and lowered the bed curtains himself.

Xun Zhan held Xia Yu's hand and took his Xiao Jiu to explore a secluded path that even he had never explored before.

Tears fell from his eyes, Xia Yu asked with a confused face: "Master, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Xiaojiu did a great job. I like it very much."

Xia Yu naturally couldn't believe this and showed his anxiety: "I don't know how to do it, Master, please teach me."

Just as Xun Zhan was about to say the next word of praise against his will, a muffled groan with a different meaning came from his nose.

Xia Yu, learned it.