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At daybreak, both sides of the Luoshui Wharf were already filled with guards holding torches, always on guard against any unusual movements around them.

The only white guiding light was hung on a bamboo raft filled with autumn flowers and fruits, and Zhongqin Hou personally carried Han Zhou onto the raft.

Accompanied by the sound of low sobs, Marquis Zhongqin took the silver spear from Fuxi's hand, took out the handkerchief in his arms and repeatedly wiped Han Zhou's spear.

The green curtain was gradually broken by the sunlight, which spread over the Luo River, and the road ahead for the bamboo raft was brilliant with golden light.

Putting the cleaned silver spear into Han Zhou's stiff palm, Han Hou stroked Han Zhou's face for the last time: "Zhou'er, your father has sharpened the silver spear for you. You will be free and at ease when you enter the underworld."

Don't, because of countless helplessness and constraints, being afraid to act everywhere and ending up in such a miserable situation.

The guards guarding both banks looked at the common people hiding among the grass and vines, and thinking of Tian Ding's personal instructions, they simply pretended not to have seen these people at all.

The emperor has ordered that anyone who attends a water burial will have to pay an additional 10% tax next year. The people, who are already living a hard life, will not be able to survive next year if they pay this extra 10%.

Even if they were charged with dereliction of duty, they would only be beaten with a stick.

The auspicious moment has arrived. The grass on both sides trembles slightly, and the golden light is dotted by lotus lanterns.

The Luo River turned into a river in the sky, becoming a realm of gods and Buddhas. The bamboo raft was pushed into the clear waves by Han Hou.

Looking back at the long queue of carriages that had already formed behind him, Marquis Han drew out the long sword from his waist and shouted hoarsely: "Shen Jinmo, do you dare to come out to see me?"

Along with this loud shout, the imperial carriage broke through the crowd and arrived at the bank of Luo River.

All the people who had been hiding in the carriage got off and prostrated themselves towards Xia Hong.

Even though Xia Hong did not set his eyes on these people, their hearts were trembling with fear.

If they had known that Xia Hong was coming, they would not have dared to do anything that would displease the king.

Xia Hong personally sent a lotus lantern into the water, and with the help of Eunuch Lin, he walked to Marquis Han and patted him to comfort him: "Marquis Han, I am so sad."

Xia Hong was not supposed to be present at this matter in person, but seeing that Xia Ling hadn't even taken the throne of the Eastern Palace, he began to use Han Zhou's death to build momentum again, so Xia Hong simply came to play this scene with Xia Ling.

However, what is more important than suppressing Xia Ling's suicidal behavior is that Xia Hong wants to bring Shen Jinmo back to the palace.

It seemed as if Marquis Han could not hear Xia Hong's words, nor see Xia Hong's act of condescension. His eyes scanned the people kneeling on the ground one by one.

"Shen Jinmo, do you dare to come out and see me and help me pay off the debt for my son's death?"

Xia Hong, who had never been ignored by anyone since he entered the Divine Capital, still had an expression of forgiveness on his face.

Raising his hand to press down the hand of Marquis Han who was holding the sword, Xia Hong consoled him: "My dear, I understand your pain of losing your son, but everyone present that day can testify that Han Zhou was not killed by Lord Shen."

"My dear minister, you have such a misunderstanding, I guess..." Looking around, Xia Hong set his eyes on Xia Ling's head: "My Ling'er was so sad that he didn't explain the reason clearly."

He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves. He had known for a long time that Xia Hong would not touch his Xia Ling before he married Han Shu. This was the first time in his life that he faced the threat from his king and father, but he did not move at all.

Begging for mercy is useless. Only by becoming strong enough to be indestructible can you survive.

Marquis Han, who realized it belatedly, gave a bitter smile and said, "Why did the sons of my Zhongqin Marquisate who returned to the Divine Capital and quelled the chaos in the Eastern Territory die in the hunting grounds of the Divine Capital?"

Han Hou's stubbornness at this moment is that he doesn't want the tragedy of Han Zhou's death to happen again to Han Shu.

"Alas." The majestic eyes were tinged with compassion: "The heaven is jealous of talents, and it will take back this land for Daxia, and call General Xiao Han back to heaven."

The back that was bent by the pain of losing his son suddenly straightened up with a crackling sound: "Your Majesty wants me to go to Tian to collect this debt?"

Isn’t this the sky of Da Xia the Xia Hong standing in front of us?

This aggressive attitude turned the expression of forgiveness on Xia Hong's face into imperial majesty.

Killing one more Marquis Zhongqin would be a piece of cake for Xia Hong.

Shen Jinmo, who was kneeling in the crowd, stood up from the ground and strode towards Han Hou: "How does Han Hou want to settle this debt with me?"

Before he finished speaking, the sharp blade in Han Hou's hand was as fast as lightning, and took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness to cut a gash on Shen Jinmo's arm.

The bright red color soaks into the ink-colored gown, making the ink darker and the blue bricks even bluer.

Shen Jinmo did not fight back. Instead, he turned around and looked at Xie Nanxing. There was a madness in his eyes that Xia Hong had never seen before.

His Wang Heng was actually trying to gain Xie Nanxing's forgiveness by hurting himself.

The people on the river bank had different thoughts. Han Hou looked at the bright red on the blade, frowned, and raised the sword again.

The sword stabbed straight towards Shen Jinmo's chest.

With this sword, Xie Nanxing broke free from the resistance of Mo Ping and Yang Huai and stood in front of Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo won half the game against Xie Nanxing. Xia Hong slightly turned sideways, and he could only be the winner today.

Xie Nanxing looked at Marquis Han in front of her with tears in her eyes. She had a million words to say, but in the end, she could only say one sentence: "My Lord, I brought Han Zhou to the hunting ground. If you want to kill him, kill me."

Don't blame Shen Jinmo. The price of going all out to support Shen Jinmo is that Xie Nanxing took all the blame on himself.

The eyes washed by tears were bright, making the pale face look extremely haggard.

Han Hou's frown showed more hesitation. He turned his head to look at the place where the bamboo raft disappeared, and subconsciously took a step back.

Everything that happened from the city gate to the hunting ground that day was heard by Marquis Han on the night when the ban on Marquis Zhongqin's mansion was lifted.

Shen Jinmo is not innocent, Xia Ling is not innocent, and Xia Hong is even less innocent.

The only thing he saw was Xie Nanxing, the man who was devoted to his son, who had from the beginning to the end just become a pawn of the nobles of the Divine Capital.

It's not Xie Nanxing's fault that he has the power of an ant and cannot shake the towering tree of power.

"Nanxing, I saw what you did for Zhou'er, and I...I don't blame you."

With his eyes tightly closed and the sword turned, Han Hou took a big step forward: "You are a smart man. You and I know exactly why Zhou Er died. Shen Jinmo's life is determined by me."

Han Hou, who was once willing to hand over his son's life to Shen Jinmo, now stood completely against Shen Jinmo.

Han Zhou's death completely extinguished the fire in the hearts of all those in the Divine Capital who had high hopes for Shen Jinmo.

Tears poured down onto the bluestone floor, and Xie Nanxing knelt before Marquis Han: "My Lord, if you want to touch him, kill me first."

It is repetition, it is determination, it is the fearlessness of facing death.

The palm of Han Hou's hand holding the hilt of the sword was constantly wet.

Fu Xi, who had been hidden by Xia Hongyin, saw the silence and suddenly jumped in front of Shen Jinmo.

As Shen Jinmo dodged subconsciously, the knife scratched the back of Shen Jinmo's hand, leaving a shallow scar.

The sunlight faded away in an instant, and drizzle fell from the sky.

Fu Xi, who was attempting the assassination, was trampled under the feet of Xia Hong's personal bodyguard. His eyes, which usually contained a smile, were now like a gloomy poisonous snake, staring at the wound on the back of Shen Jinmo's hand, which turned from bright red to black.