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

The pain that I hadn't even cried out when I was bleeding profusely a few days ago, has now been expressed through my mumbling as I gradually get better.

It was Shen Jinmo who wanted Xie Nanxing to feel distressed, but at the same time couldn't bear to let Xie Nanxing feel too distressed.

Her husband is a big liar.

Saying it doesn’t hurt is the most painful.

Although it hurts, there is already light at the end of the tunnel.

The hand that was holding Xie Nanxing's hand gradually loosened its strength. The hand that was tightly grasped for a moment in the dream loosened again.

Xie Nanxing, who was lying on Shen Jinmo's chest, was freed and hurriedly removed the gauze. Only after confirming that there was no bleeding from the wound did Xie Nanxing smile silently.

Taking out clean gauze and bandaging Shen Jinmo again, Xie Nanxing hugged Shen Jinmo's arm and lay down.

A breeze started to blow, and the sleeping man could be heard saying in a very calm tone:

"No, good..."

"Guaiguai is not here..."

"I don't feel any pain..."

"I sleep..."

"I'll wait for him to take me home..."

Without Xie Nanxing in the Shen Mansion, Shen Jinmo has no home.

Xie Nanxing is not around, so no one will care if I say it hurts.

Shen Jinmo, it doesn’t hurt.

Without Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo never cried out in pain.

Even during those years when he was favored by the gods, Shen Jinmo never complained about the pain.

A real man will not cry out in pain as long as he still has breath.

Once you are out of breath, you naturally won’t be able to cry out in pain.

The sun rises in the east, and the warm sunshine spreads all over the world.

The bed bell, which had been vacant since Xie Nanxing left the capital, suddenly became louder under the dazzling sunlight.

Mo Ping, who was boiling the medicine himself, ran madly into the house with the palm-leaf fan in his hand and the white cloth around his waist.

Shen Jinmo, who was lying on the bed, looked pale, and his eyes, which were tortured by illness, were sharp and cold when they just opened.

There is no trace of warmth, no trace of real emotion.

This is the Shen Jinmo that Mo Ping has seen day and night since he saw Xie Nanxing off.

Shen Jinmo has lost his vitality and is left with only burdens.

He knelt down and kowtowed several times to Shen Jinmo, then bowed repeatedly towards the place where the sun was rising.

It must be the blessing of his young master's spirit in heaven that allowed his master to wake up from this severe injury.

With the help of Mo Ping, he half sat up. After he got used to the pain of his chest being torn, Shen Jinmo's five senses gradually returned.

But Shen Jinmo felt that everything before his eyes was not real enough.

I can actually taste sweetness in my mouth as I drink the medicine every day.

The warmth lingering in the house faded day by day with the departure of Xie Nanxing.

When Shen Jinmo woke up suddenly today, he felt the smell was a little thicker.

I think it is because my five senses are confused when I just woke up, and the feeling of the warm jade in my arms in the dream is still there, which gives rise to this illusion.

Blinking and concentrating, Shen Jinmo asked: "What is the date today?"

Mo Ping: "April 28th, my lord, you have been in a coma for a full 23 days."

Although he was weak, every word he asked was oppressive: "How is the palace?"

"The Marquis personally led the troops to pacify the Inner North. The Princess is now living in the palace. All those related to the East Palace have been detained and imprisoned, and no one has yet dealt with them."

"Send a message to the palace, saying that I am awake."

Just by listening to the disordered breath mixed in Shen Jinmo's voice, Mo Ping knew that Shen Jinmo could not withstand any more trouble now.

Especially looking at Shen Jinmo's face soaked with cold sweat, Mo Ping knew how haggard Shen Jinmo was now.

"Master, please take a rest first. I will go get you a doctor."

To reassure Shen Jinmo, Mo Ping added, "The Emperor and Imperial Doctor Shu will surely arrive in about two hours."

Shen Jinmo closed his eyes, trying his best to fight against the pain in his body: "Go and pass it on."

Shen Jinmo had just woken up from a serious illness. Mo Ping stubbornly felt that Shen Jinmo should take good care of himself for two months before he could get involved in the twists and turns of the court.

This god won't be destroyed if you ignore him for a day or two. If his master doesn't get enough rest, his body will really collapse.

Mo Ping stood stubbornly in front of the bed, and soon he started crying.

As she cried, she began to choke up and speak:

"Master, I have been kneeling and begging you day and night. Only if you are still alive in heaven can you wake up safely."

"If you torture yourself again now, the young master in heaven will be very sad."

"When the young master is sad, he will definitely not be willing to eat, let alone dress properly. Can you bear with that?"

At this moment, Mo Ping looked just like Ah Shun who was trying to take advantage of Wu Cixiu, and he also thought that this method would definitely work.

Shen Jinmo frowned at Mo Ping's ugly look.

He was even more disgusted with what Mo Ping said.

"I will go to sleep after drinking the medicine, but the message must be delivered to the palace."

After waking up, Shen Jinmo can only care about one person, Xia Hong.

After hearing the news, Xia Hong would definitely rush over to see Shen Jinmo.

As for whether the two can meet when they are sober, it doesn’t matter.

Mo Ping slowly stopped crying, he finally understood what Shen Jinmo meant: "This slave deserves to die, I will serve you and leave after you finish using the medicine."

"Did you stop people from spreading the news that I was seriously injured?"

Mo Ping raised his head and explained, "All those who knew about this are trapped in the Divine Capital. The Divine Capital is still under strict control, so people outside of the Divine Capital must not know about this."

Shen Jinmo breathed a sigh of relief, took the medicine and drank it all, then lay down again with the help of Mo Ping.

He slept for a long time but still felt uncomfortable. It was not until he held the other side of the silk quilt in his arms that Shen Jinmo felt a little relieved.

Although Shen Jinmo woke up, Xia Hong, who was still feeling uneasy after what happened, forced Shen Jinmo to stay in bed for a long time.

Not only did he issue an imperial decree and send eunuchs to check every day, he would also come and keep an eye on it personally every now and then.

By the time Shen Jinmo walked out of the mansion again, the morning sun had already brought with it the heat, making even that heat-averse person sweat profusely.

Ever since Shen Jinmo was seriously injured, although Xia Hong let Xia Yu take on the responsibility of regulating the country, he was afraid that Xun Xiang and Xun Zhan, father and son, would join forces to undermine the court, so he had to attend court in person every other day.

Xia Hong, who had enjoyed the life of not having to get up early and go to court to review memorials, was once again trapped in the life of being dragged down by the court. He never looked happy for a single day.

The appearance of Shen Jinmo in the morning court today made Xia Hong, who was sitting firmly on the throne, look adorned with a kind smile.

The court, which had been suppressed for a long time, actually relaxed the restrictions because of the treacherous minister whom they wanted to kill.

As Shen Jinmo returned to the presence of all the civil and military officials, the matter of the rebellion in the Eastern Palace that had been shelved by Xia Hong for several months came into view.

"Your Majesty, the core of the former East Palace's rebellion is ultimately related to the East Palace, the Marquis of Loyalty and the Prime Minister's Mansion. Once the charges against these three mansions are determined, the other charges can be sentenced accordingly."

Xia Hong habitually raised his eyes to look at Shen Jinmo, the only person sitting in the hall. His eyes, which had been looking away for several times, were finally filled with the person he wanted to look like.

The inexplicable heat was suppressed, and Xia Hong asked: "What do you think should be done to these three families?"