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

Shen Jinmo touched the warm jade food box beside him: "Haven't you always known that for my sake, he would come back to life even if he died."

"He is very strong. For me, he once again survived the Emperor's hands."

"So you started to plot against me when we were in Yunhuai Village?"

“Yes.” He answered every question: “From then on, I had the upper hand over Suiyi. From then on, all the information he verbally passed on was approved by me.”

"You asked him to lead the people to hunt down Xie Nanxing, but in fact it was to kill Xia Ling's ambush troops and then protect Xie Nanxing."

"In order to keep Xie Nanxing alive, I played a fairly big chess game, and now it seems that the outcome is not bad."

The blood that was slowly seeping out began to flow out in streams: "How did you know where my underground palace is? How did you know?"

"Sui Wan is also yours? Sui Wan is also yours!"

Doctor Shu in the carriage smelled the rotten smell coming out of Xia Hong's mouth and began to retch.

But Shen Jinmo remained extremely calm in the face of such a stench.

He had already gotten used to the smell that ordinary people found unacceptable during those dark years.

"The further the poison progresses, the more rotten and smelly the blood it spews out becomes. So no matter how well-hidden this underground palace is, it cannot escape their carpet search."

"Sui Wan died in Dingxi County, so there are some news you may not know yet. The one who brought the people to the capital of gods to seek justice from you is Xia Che."

"What you owe to the late emperor, your direct descendants, and the people of the world, you must pay it back in front of them, seriously and conscientiously, understand?"

After saying this, Xia Hong was so angry at the multiple pains that he passed out.

At Shen Jinmo's signal, Doctor Shu began to give acupuncture to wake the unconscious person again. At that time, the carriage had already entered the palace.

The door of the carriage was whipped open by Shen Jinmo, and the familiar tune started again. Xia Hong, who was in so much pain that his teeth were about to break, saw the gap and suddenly felt infinite strength, and jumped off the carriage abruptly.

"Shen Jinmo wants to kill the king, Shen Jinmo wants to rebel, you guys come and save me, you guys come and save me."

"As long as you kill Shen Jinmo, I will promote you to higher positions and reward you with wealth and honor."

"Kill Shen Jinmo and I will give you titles for your wives and children."

Shouting at the top of one's lungs, covered in blood, all for a desperate chance to survive.

More and more palace maids and eunuchs gathered from all around. As soon as they were eager to try, they all knelt on the ground when they saw Shen Jinmo walking out of the carriage.

"The Emperor... What the Emperor said seems to be true. Shouldn't we go and rescue him?"

"Lord Shen will not rebel. He must be putting on a show. We just need to kneel down and watch the show."

"The emperor knelt down before us, and his hands and feet were tied. This looks real, right?"

"Especially...especially since the Emperor also said he would give him a promotion..."

"You and I both saw the emperor kneeling down. If he really survives, can we still save our heads?"

"The Emperor is acting, I will just wait...I will just kneel down and wait."

Shen Jinmo played a tune intermittently, bent down to untie the reins that bound Xia Hong's hands and feet as he rolled on the ground, and took the ink-colored robe handed to him by the guard behind him and shook it.

A certain string in his head was suddenly touched. The moment Xia Hong saw the ink-colored robe, he crawled forward like crazy, rolling, crying and howling.

What he kept muttering was: "I don't wear black robes, I don't want to feed tigers."

"Wang Heng, I beg you, don't feed me to the tiger."

Shen Jinmo walked slowly on the palace road covered with Xia Hong's blood, quietly waiting for the man who was trying to survive, but was tormented by the pain and no longer had the strength to climb.

He squatted down, put on the black robe for Xia Hong, and calmly announced Xia Hong's fate: "How can the emperor, who is so black-hearted, not wear a black robe?"

"I, a treacherous minister who deserves to be cut into pieces, wear a black robe every day. You are even more evil than me. If you don't wear it, I will be angry."

After saying that, Shen Jinmo took the handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands, then turned and walked towards the carriage.

The food that Xie Nanxing had prepared for him was also placed on top, and Shen Jinmo had to take it down himself.

Xia Hong, lying on the ground like a dead dog, looked at Shen Jinmo's back. The last bit of unwillingness in his heart prompted him to pull out the dagger hidden in the interlayer of his dragon boots.

While everyone was lowering their heads and waiting for Shen Jinmo's order, Xia Hong suddenly stabbed towards him with the dagger in his hand.

Even if he was going to die, he would take the beast Shen Jinmo with him to be buried with him.

"Xiao Mo, be careful."

An urgent voice was heard, and the moment Shen Jinmo turned around, he was knocked to the ground by Xia Xin.

The dagger pierced into the back, and blood flowed from Xia Xin's mouth. The blood flowing from the injured part of the back was all black.

She knew she shouldn't come to see Shen Jinmo secretly, and she knew even more that she shouldn't risk her life to save Shen Jinmo in public.

But besides being Princess Pingnan of Da Xia, she is also Shen Jinmo's mother.

She was born to protect her son.

This time, this time she finally protected her son.

Her Xiao Mo is still so young, and with Nanxing by his side, her Xiao Mo will have a smooth life in the future.

How could he die at Xia Hong's hands?

Lying in Shen Jinmo's arms, Xia Xin suddenly felt how good it was.

It’s great that Xiao Mo could save her.

Shen Jinmo was busy wiping the blood from the corner of Xia Xin's mouth, his mind was already blank.

"Shu... Doctor Shu, save my mother...save the princess..."

Xia Hong, who was tied up by the imperial guards, laughed crazily at this scene: "Doctor Shu, if you dare to give them the antidote, I will never let you know where the Medical Saint is, even if I die."

Ignoring Xia Hong's threats, Doctor Shu quickly walked up to Xia Xin and Shen Jinmo, and after carefully examining Xia Xin's injuries by candlelight, he began to detoxify Xia Xin with his sword.

The person who was poisoned today was Shen Jinmo, and Doctor Shu would be hesitant because he was afraid of backlash if he rescued the treacherous minister.

But the person who was poisoned today was Princess Pingnan of Daxia. He should save her. Everyone inside and outside the palace will ask him to save her.

Coming back to his senses, his eyebrows were full of anxiety: "How is the princess?"

"This poison can kill a person with just a little bit of it. If you get timely treatment, you will be healthy in two months."

Nodding, Shen Jinmo personally picked up Xia Xin, who was still sweating profusely, and picked up the warm jade food box in his hand.

Looking back, Xia Hong was so devastated by the betrayal and estrangement that he even thought of committing suicide to end it all.

Shen Jinmo stared at Xia Hong and asked, "If the emperor committed suicide, would you let him live?"

"As long as you can keep me alive, I can guarantee that as long as the emperor is still breathing, he will not die."

In a deep voice, he asked, "Your Majesty, did you hear that?"

Committing suicide would not only fail to bring the so-called relief, but would only bring endless pain to Xia Hong.