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

In full view of everyone, Fuxi ran directly into the sword that controlled him.

Blood gushed out, Fuxi closed his eyes and felt the last autumn rain in his life.

It’s so cold that I lose all hope, and so painful that my heart is torn apart.

Fuxi used the last bit of his strength in life to repay the Zhongqin Marquis Mansion for raising him throughout his life.

"It was all done by me alone. It has nothing to do with the Marquis' Mansion."

"Shen Jinmo, damn it!"

Han Zhou had returned the contract of selling his body to him long ago. The moment Fuxi got the dagger last night, he had severed ties with the Zhongqin Marquis' Mansion.

Being able to drag Shen Jinmo to death together, the prince can hold his head high even if he goes to serve him underground.

Fuxi, this life is regrettable, but it is worth it.

The steps towards Fuxi paused because of the excitement in Fuxi's eyes.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Shen Jinmo. The back of his hand, which had lost its rosy color, now almost merged with the inky sleeve.

He suddenly pulled Shen Jinmo's whip and tied Shen Jinmo's hands tightly.

"Xie Nanxing, I'm sick, do you want to take me home?"

Five thunders struck my head and my skull was buzzing.

Xie Nanxing's eyes brought down a storm of lightning and thunder in this autumn.

Shen Jinmo knew that Fu Xi wanted to kill him, but Shen Jinmo still brought him here because Shen Jinmo wanted everyone to see it, and he wanted to use this to ask for Xie Nanxing's forgiveness.

Only forgiveness received by a living person is valuable, so the poison was administered by Xia Hong.

Then only Xia Hong has the antidote to this poison.

The hand holding the whip softened, and Xie Nanxing knelt down and kowtowed to Xia Hong without hesitation: "I beg the emperor to let Doctor Shu save Shen Jinmo."

Xia Hong raised his hand slightly, and Eunuch Lin and several eunuchs hurried forward to support Shen Jinmo towards the carriage.

Even though the poison spread very quickly, Shen Jinmo still easily got rid of all the eunuchs.

Walking towards Xie Nanxing step by step, Shen Jinmo asked: "My dear, I'm sick, won't you take me home?"

With Fu Xi’s death before their eyes, there was one more person who needed Shen Jinmo to pay with his life.

Han Hou placed his blade on Xie Nanxing's neck: "Shen Jinmo, if you dare to leave, I will kill Xie Nanxing."

His eyes, once filled with pleading, were instantly filled with murderous intent.

He kicked Han Hou's wrist, the sword was removed, and Han Hou was kicked back repeatedly.

A long whip shot out from his wrist, wrapped around Han Hou's neck, and pulled Han Hou in front of him.

All the civil and military officials were present in the court, and the people of Shendu had not yet retreated. Xia Hong, who said that he had never killed anyone in Han Zhou, now wanted to take the life of Marquis Zhongqin.

The crowd was in a state of excitement. Tian Ding, whose eyes were red from crying, gave a look and all the guards built a wall between the common people and the court officials.

Shen Jinmo shouted, "Anyone who intends to harm Xie Nanxing shall die."

It is a warning, a warning to everyone around here.

Shen Jinmo will fight to the death with anyone who dares to hurt Xie Nanxing.

The stench of blood from the person beside him became stronger and stronger, and Han Hou, whose neck was tied with a long whip, began to breathe rapidly.

Xie Nanxing stood up with the help of Yang Huai and stumbled to Shen Jinmo.

Instead of pulling Shen Jinmo's hand, which was still secretly exerting strength, Xie Nanxing kissed the back of Shen Jinmo's hand that was holding the whip.

The already pale lips were stained with dark blue, and on this rainy day, it looked like the self-sacrifice of a fallen god.

It was so weird that it made everyone tremble with fear.

The whip was suddenly retracted. Shen Jinmo endured the severe pain and wiped the blood on Xie Nanxing's lips with a handkerchief bit by bit.

Wipe it to make sure that no trace of toxin will flow into Xie Nanxing's mouth.

Even though Shen Jinmo knew that the poison had to break the skin and enter the blood to be effective, he still didn't dare to let Xie Nanxing take any risk.

"Xie Nanxing, I won't kill anyone, can you take me home?"

Raising his hand to smooth Shen Jinmo's black hair that was soaked with cold sweat, Xie Nanxing tried very hard to put on a smile.

His promise was uncertain: "Shen Jinmo, go to the palace with Doctor Shu. I will be here when you get better."

"Whenever I get sick, you will come to the palace to pick me up and stay with me."

The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth showed that the poison in Shen Jinmo was continuing to spread, but his still calm words made people subconsciously feel that the poison was not painful.

But Xie Nanxing knew that it was very painful.

The pain is so severe that blood is forced out of my heart. It is truly heart-wrenching.

Taking a few steps back, Xie Nanxing urged, "Shen Jinmo, can you give me some time?"

Others did not know how toxic this drug was, but Xia Hong knew it very well.

With a slight sidelong glance, Xia Hong's personal guard knocked Shen Jinmo unconscious, carried him directly onto the carriage, and galloped towards where Doctor Shu was waiting.

Xia Hong bent down and loosened the whip on Marquis Zhongqin's neck, and then handed the long whip to Xie Nanxing.

"Lord Han, this servant assassinated an official of the imperial court and is guilty of a capital crime. However, considering that your Han family is full of loyal and brave people, I will not investigate further today."

"But since your Zhongqin Marquis's Mansion has such a servant, who knows what other ruthless people are hiding in this mansion. I think the servants in this mansion need to be replaced."

It was not a solicitation of opinions, Xia Hong was giving an order.

Fuxi's death was part of Xia Hong's plan, and his goal was to turn the Marquis Zhongqin's Mansion into the next Princess's Mansion.

Even though they had made outstanding achievements and won the hearts of the people, they could only kneel down and accompany Xia Hong to finish this drama of a wise ruler and virtuous ministers.

The emperor turned and left. The courtiers kneeling beside the carriage did not dare to stay even a moment longer and got into the carriage one after another.

Marquis Han bowed deeply as the crowd left.

No one dared to collect Fuxi's body when he died on the banks of Luo River, so Tian Ding asked several guards to carry him away.

A loyal servant who sacrifices his life for his master should be given a grand burial.

When he reached Yang Huai's side, Tian Ding paused and handed the umbrella in his hand to Yang Huai: "The dead are gone, and the living should take good care of themselves to comfort the dead soul."

These words were spoken to Yang Huai and Xie Nanxing, as well as to Marquis Zhongqin.

All of them have to wait alive for this turning point.

If they cannot wait, their descendants will continue their suffering.

Soon, only people from the Zhongqin Marquis Mansion and the Xie Mansion were left at the bustling dock. As for the common people who were hiding in the lush aquatic plants and were driven out by the guards, everyone had a look of confusion on their faces.

The king is merciful in every way, but how can his every word and action not be a deprivation of the Marquis of Zhongqin’s mansion?

Even though Shen Jinmo was so weak, he was still able to whip and shackle Han Hou. It was not that the emperor was unable to stop him. It seemed as if the emperor wanted to teach Han Hou a lesson.

Xie Nanxing supported Han Hou with his weak body and walked towards the carriage. Yang Huai held up an oil-paper umbrella to protect the two from the rain.

"Ahuai, quickly go and ask Doctor Cheng to go to Zhongqinhou Mansion first, and then come to Xie Mansion."

Xie Nanxing held the handkerchief that Shen Jinmo used to wipe his black blood. He wanted to know what kind of poison Shen Jinmo was infected with, and he also wanted to make sure that he would not be invaded by the poison.

Yang Huai was somewhat worried about Xie Nanxing, and he wandered around anxiously for a while. Finally, after sending Xie Nanxing to the carriage, he ran towards the pharmacy.