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

Lu Bai drove the carriage away from the crowd. Xie Nanxing took out a letter from his arms and put it in Han Hou's hand.

"Han Zhou changed into the clothes I prepared for him at the hunting ground. I think this letter sewn into the clothes was to be given to the Marquis."

Han Hou leaned tiredly against the carriage, holding the envelope, and was reluctant to open it.

"Nanxing, if we don't kill Shen Jinmo, a treacherous minister who kills people like crazy and disturbs the country, it will be a disaster for the people."

His cloudy eyes suddenly opened, revealing the resentment of not being able to kill Shen Jinmo.

"In this world, no one except you can kill Shen Jinmo!"

Han Hou supported himself against the wall of the carriage and stood up, bowing to Xie Nanxing: "I beg you, Master Xie, to save them on behalf of the people of this world."

Xie Nanxing took a very deep breath, and then took a very long time to exhale.

Xie Nanxing stood up and returned the bow to Marquis Han: "My Lord, Nanxing has never been a person with great ambitions. No matter how important the so-called common people are, they are not as important as Shen Jinmo."

"What I, Xie Nanxing, wish for my whole life is that only Shen Jinmo can win in the end and survive to the end."

Seeing Marquis Han standing stubbornly, Xie Nanxing smiled and asked, "My Lord, do you think that killing my husband will change everything?"

This question made Han Hou stiffen.

If you kill one Shen Jinmo, there will be thousands and thousands of Shen Jinmo appearing.

These mountains, rivers and people cannot escape the cage of fate.

There are many selfish people in the world, some are for their own small self, while others stand on the highest moral ground and are the so-called great self.

Everything he says and seeks is to make others believe that the path he is taking is the right one.

This is why the party unites to attack the dissidents.

Today's Marquis Han belongs to the latter.

Xie Nanxing did not belong to either of these two categories. He spent all his money to help Han Zhou become stronger, to build warships, and to raise military pay, all for the benefit of others.

And what he said was always extremely frank and selfish.

Xie Nanxing could not be bound by human words and worldly matters. The man in front of her had a vision that was even higher than that of Han Hou.

Looking at the extremely weak yet determined boy in front of him, he withdrew his hand and sat down.

"Nanxing, I am forcing you to do this, please don't take it to heart."

Born as a human being, it is Shen Jinmo who is responsible for countless lives of the people of this world, and it has nothing to do with Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing has never let down the country and the people, and even less has he let down his entire Han family.

The carriage stopped at the residence of Marquis Zhongqin, but Xie Nanxing did not get off to see him off.

"My Lord, Doctor Cheng will prescribe you some nourishing food in a moment. You must take good care of yourself so that you can have a good time tomorrow."

Standing in the front room of the carriage and looking back at the eagerness in Xie Nanxing's eyes, Han Hou had extravagant hopes in his heart, but he personally extinguished them.

The lesson he learned from his son's life was enough.

Han Hou lost the courage to trust Shen Jinmo again.

"Don't worry, Nanxing. For Shu'er's sake, I will also take good care of myself."

The days were both short and long. Xie Nanxing lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard, holding a hand warmer, waiting for Shen Jinmo to come back, just like many days and nights in the past.

But Xie Nanxing understood that he could not wait any longer.

At dusk, the hand that could only tightly grasp Shen Jinmo's clothes, and the kiss that fell on the back of Shen Jinmo's hand at Luoshui Wharf, were already his farewell to Shen Jinmo.

Now, all he could wait for while lying in the rocking chair every day was Mo Ping's news about Shen Jinmo's condition.

The poison stayed in the blood and damaged the bones. It would take a very long time to eliminate the remaining poison.

It has been more than a month since Shen Jinmo entered the palace, but Xie Nanxing has still not received any news that Shen Jinmo can get out of bed.

If the love and attention of the emperors throughout the ages were carried out with countless poisons and coercion, Xie Nanxing felt that no one in the world wanted the favor of the king.

As for the fact that Mo Ping was able to successfully tell Xie Nanxing about the suffering Shen Jinmo had gone through after being poisoned, it was nothing more than Xia Hong telling Xie Nanxing through Mo Ping that his existence would only bring countless suffering to Shen Jinmo.

If Xie Nanxing had not been determined to see Han Zhou off for the last time, Shen Jinmo would never have experienced all these hardships.

Xia Hong used every possible means day after day to force Xie Nanxing to leave the capital.

But Xie Nanxing was reluctant to leave.

Even if he had to leave, he wanted to wait until the day when Shen Jinmo was completely healthy.

Even though he couldn't see anyone, it was great for Xie Nanxing to be able to hear news about Shen Jinmo every day.

After this farewell, even if we can say a word to each other in the future, we will be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Before we knew it, it was time for the palace confinement again.

Mo Ping, who returned home today, trotted into the courtyard.

"Master, the emperor has come in person."

Xie Nanxing stood up from the rocking chair and quickened his pace to meet the emperor who was traveling in a low-key manner.

He knelt down, with the reluctance of having to submit to fate: "I, Xie Nanxing, pay my respects to His Majesty. Long live the Emperor."

"Flat body."

Xie Nanxing bowed and walked beside Xia Hong, personally leading Xia Hong towards the main hall.

The servants who rarely knelt before their masters in the past now all prostrated themselves, shivering in the cold wind, out of an innate fear of the imperial power that was ingrained in their bones.

Xie Nanxing took the teapot from Yang Huai's hand and lowered his head to pour tea for Xia Hong.

After finishing all the serving work, Xie Nanxing stood respectfully in front of Xia Hong, no longer having the leisurely feeling she had when Shen Jinmo accompanied her husband.

He did not use the tea offered by Xie Nanxing. Xie Nanxing pretended to be deaf and dumb for such a long time and did not do what he was supposed to do. Xia Hong was angry.

If Xie Nanxing didn't want to create an open conflict between himself and Shen Jinmo, he would have become an unknown male corpse in this divine capital long ago.

He asked knowingly, "Wang Heng is recuperating in the palace this time, why didn't Nan Xing come to visit him?"

Xie Nanxing's love for Shen Jinmo is so strong and heavy, so strong that it overwhelms all the emotions in the world, overwhelms morality, and even overwhelms life and death.

The death of Wu Cixiu failed to break up their relationship, and the death of Han Zhou in Xie Nanxing's arms still failed to make Xie Nanxing choose to break up with Shen Jinmo.

"There are some things I haven't figured out yet. I want to wait until I figure it out before I go see him."

Xia Hong pointed to the seat behind Xie Nanxing. Xie Nanxing, as the head of the family, dared to sit on the soft stool only after getting permission.

After Xie Nanxing sat down, Xia Hong spoke quietly: "You know this is not the answer I want."

Without giving Xia Hong the answer he wanted, Xie Nanxing wanted to ask for himself one last time.

"Your Majesty, Xie Nanxing staying with Shen Jinmo will not have any impact on you and Shen Jinmo."

Xia Hong frowned at the stubbornness of the man.

Thinking about how Shen Jinmo couldn't wait for Xie Nanxing these days and even refused to drink the medicine, Xia Hong began to hold the needle tip and pierce it directly into Xie Nanxing's heart.

"Xie Nanxing, in fact, Han Zhou died because of you, or rather, Han Zhou was killed by you personally."