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The Xie Mansion fell into an endless and terrible silence. The main courtyard, which used to be as warm as spring all year round, now seemed to have entered its first severe winter.

Not to mention people like Xiao Gao who used to serve Xie Nanxing personally, even Cheng Yangqiu who came to Xie's house for a medical consultation last night was carried in through the window by Shen Jinmo after Xie Nanxing inhaled the incense and fell asleep.

As for Shen Jinmo, he sat in the pavilion all night long.

The door was opened from the inside.

Xie Nanxing, who was wearing wooden clogs and only a navy blue shirt, was about to step over the threshold when he stepped back into the house because of Shen Jinmo's sudden approach.

The gloomy eyes suddenly brightened a little, and the two hands twisted together unconsciously. Shen Jinmo called out: "Be good."

Xie Nanxing's gaze fell on the bunch of autumn chrysanthemums sent by Han Zhou in front of the door, on the big tree with yellow leaves in front of the courtyard, and on the dazzling sunset in the sky.

Only, it didn't fall on Shen Jinmo.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare.

Xie Nanxing was afraid that she would be too soft-hearted to look at Shen Jinmo for even a second, so she hugged the person in front of her and cried as she said she forgave him.

These gods all have too many missions to shoulder and have many noble officials to serve as ministers. However, Xie Nanxing does not enter the court, so he is naturally different from these people.

If the people of this world would not go against Shen Jinmo's actions, Xie Nanxing would naturally be willing to spend all his gold and silver to help these suffering mountains and rivers and their people.

But if everyone in the world goes against Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing will always choose to stand on Shen Jinmo's side.

To Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo is the righteous path, the mountains and rivers, and the people.

Shen Jinmo is everything.

The genuine Xie Nanxing, even though she knew that Shen Jinmo had used her love to gain the king's trust, would still dive into Shen Jinmo's arms to comfort him.

Acting ruthless and resentful towards Shen Jinmo was a great torment for Xie Nanxing.

The curve of his mouth was bitter, and his eyes, which were usually soft and bright, were now tinged with sadness: "Shen Jinmo, I will go to see Han Zhou off for the last time tomorrow."

The corners of Shen Jinmo's lips twitched as he was weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he put the results in front of Xie Nanxing.

"Xie Nanxing, if you choose Han Zhou, you can't choose me."

Your heart is like this, and Shen Jinmo's heart is like this.

He tilted his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

I raised my head, and the tears were forced back into my eyes, but in the end they did not choose to fall down the corners of my eyes.

"My dear, are you too cruel to me?"

He suddenly hugged Xie Nanxing into his arms, and hugged her so tightly, so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to rub Xie Nanxing into his bones.

However, because he himself was not in such a safe place, he chose to peel Xie Nanxing from his bones.

"Xie Nanxing, I'm sorry."

The narration, so dull that it was difficult to discern the true emotions, spread from Shen Jinmo's chest to every part of his body.

"Shen Jinmo, I don't want your apology."

I want you to be with me in the future, year after year.

The two of them embraced each other like this from sunset to nightfall.

Shen Jinmo did not give in, and Xie Nanxing did not take a single step back.

They seemed to be confronting each other.

They seemed to be hugging each other and saying goodbye.

When Mo Ping returned from outside the mansion, he saw the two masters hugging each other, and the anxiety that had been accumulating in his heart for these days suddenly relaxed.

He knew that no matter how bloody the situation was outside the mansion, as long as the two masters were together, the Xie Mansion would always be a peaceful place.

His voice rose slightly, and Mo Ping smiled, "My lord, my master."

The two people who were hugging each other moved because of Mo Ping's voice. Xie Nanxing loosened her hands that were clutching Shen Jinmo's collar, lowered her brows and turned into the house.

The door closed, and Shen Jinmo was once again locked outside Xie Nanxing's room.

The anxiety that Mo Ping had just released from his heart returned in an even more violent manner, occupying all his senses.

Mo Ping, who was standing in place, knelt on his knees. He was so frightened by the fierceness emanating from Shen Jinmo that he forgot what he was going to report to Shen Jinmo.

Walk down the stairs, go into that place and you can see the bedroom pavilion when you look up.

Xie Nanxing has never been able to be heartless towards Shen Jinmo.

A person who is extremely afraid of cold leaves a window open day and night, which shows his love and affection that he cannot let go.

Mo Ping stood up and followed closely, following Shen Jinmo's gaze to look at the window, then turned back to look at the closed door.

He sighed softly, and what was more intense in his eyes was the heartache for Shen Jinmo.

He was always afraid that Shen Jinmo, who finally had someone by his side, would be drowned by the all-consuming darkness at any time.

But on second thought, Mo Ping felt that the situation he was thinking of would not happen.

Xie Nanxing felt sorry for Shen Jinmo more than anyone else.

Xie Nanxing would only be angry for three to five days at most.

After forcing himself to calm down, Mo Ping began to report what happened today.

"Master, two unidentified people took advantage of the chaos to meet Fu Xi in the past two days, and tonight Fu Xi dug out a dagger wrapped in oil paper from the corner of the wall of the Marquis Zhongqin's mansion."

"Judging from the freshness of the soil, the dagger was buried in the past two days."

The young master whom he had protected with his life since he was a child, the young general who had always cared about the country and was loyal, was now being strangled by the imperial power overnight. Mo Ping, who had experienced this personally, knew the determination in Fuxi's heart at this moment.

He didn't care about the truth. He just wanted to use his life to cry out against the corrupt imperial power and to appeal to the blind heaven.

Seeing that Shen Jinmo was still hesitant to speak, Mo Ping, who didn't want Shen Jinmo to confront Fu Xi, asked again: "Master, do you need me to check what's wrong with the dagger?"

"Need not."

Standing up, Shen Jinmo made a decision: "Tomorrow morning I will take Xie Nanxing to see Han Zhou off for the last time. Don't mention this to Xie Nanxing."

Mo Ping's throat was dry for a moment: "Master, that dagger must be poisonous."

Shen Jinmo didn't say much to Mo Ping and just knocked on the door.

Sensing the approaching thin figure, Shen Jinmo withdrew his hand from the door.

Pursing her lips, she tried her best to suppress the madness in her heart: "Good boy, rest early today, wear more clothes tomorrow, and I will take you to Luoshui."

The door was opened a crack, and his slightly furrowed brows showed confusion.

Shen Jinmo added: "Mo Fangfang just told me that there will be many officials who will go to see you off secretly tomorrow. If I take you in the carriage, there won't be any trouble."

That night, the news that Shen Jinmo would take Xie Nanxing to Luoshui early the next morning reached Han Hou's ears directly.

The old man sitting in front of the coffin suddenly took out Han Zhou's silver spear, and in the mourning hall, he sharpened the blade of the spear vigorously.