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

"I know." Xie Nanxing felt that this was a sudden disaster, and she had offended such a man for no reason.

"Who is he trying to plot against?"

"Han Shu." Shen Jinmo responded firmly.

If Xia Ling wanted the daughter of a fifth-rank official, he could have just asked for her directly without going through so much trouble: "There were only two people standing in front of the guardrail on your pleasure boat at the time, and the maid originally wanted to push Han Shu."

Xie Nanxing continued to ask: "So the Queen is also involved?"

"Ah."

It was a risky move. Even if a woman of noble status encountered such a plot, as long as Xia Ling was willing to marry her, she would definitely marry into the Eastern Palace.

But Han Shu was not an ordinary woman, and Xia Ling's plan was doomed to fail from the beginning.

The person who gave Xia Ling this idea was either stupid or had bad intentions.

But how can a foolish person climb the ladder to the East Palace?

Xie Nanxing realized how huge the gap was between himself and Shen Jinmo. His mind was full of messy and dirty things at that time, but Shen Jinmo could actually see all the actions of people passing by.

Of course, except for the look Xia Ling gave him.

"Han Shu is a noble lady, why doesn't he come to her house to ask for her hand in marriage? Why does he have to use such despicable means?"

Shen Jinmo did not answer but asked: "Marriage between men and women is subject to the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker. Although the Marquis of Zhongqin is trapped in Luoan, it is a fact that he holds military power. If you were the one sitting on the throne, would you allow the prince to marry Han Shu?"

"Then it will definitely not be a tiger that will cause trouble." Xie Nanxing shook his head and continued to ask: "The prince has been sitting comfortably on the throne for so many years, why is he suddenly anxious now?"

"Xie Nanxing, have you forgotten who your study partner is?"

Xie Nanxing looked adorable even when she was slow: "You can't think that just because your backer is a seventh-rank guard, that's the end of his life."

"Hehehe." Xie Nanxing laughed dryly twice. He felt that his current situation was actually quite dangerous.

"Shen Jinmo, why don't you help me find a few guards with better skills to protect me? I think I am quite important now."

"I pick you up and drop you off every day, who else do you want to protect you?"

Having said that, Shen Jinmo took this matter to heart.

Sooner or later, Mo Ping will have to withdraw from Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo will become busier and busier, and the danger of traveling to and from the palace will become more serious as the fight for the throne intensifies.

The person who protects Xie Nanxing is very important.

Sui Yi, who was hiding on the beam, listened to the two people's discussion about imperial power as if no one was around, and sighed silently.

Shen Jinmo really didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

But he wanted to live a few more years...

He hoped that Shen Jinmo would treat him as an outsider...

Daxia Palace

The one sitting on the golden palace was Xia Hong, the one holding a round fan and fanning Xia Hong diligently was Zhong Luoyue, and the one kneeling on the ground under the golden palace and not daring to look up was Xia Ling.

Zhong Luoyue was also at a loss at this moment, but she had to speak out to mediate the tension between father and son.

"Your Majesty, I am just anxious to save people. Please calm down."

Xia Hong's suppressed dissatisfaction was aroused by Zhong Luoyue's words, and he picked up the inkstone at hand and smashed it on Xia Ling's head.

"Ah... Ling'er..."

As Zhong Luoyue screamed, the golden crown on Xia Ling's head fell to the ground, and his hair, which had not yet dried, hung down.

This was the first time that the crown prince was in such a state of disgrace in front of the palace maids and eunuchs.

The anger was not strong. It was just Xia Ling. Xia Hong could kill him at any time if he wanted to.

"You covet the throne while I am still alive?"

The naked questioning forced Xia Ling to kowtow one after another, and soon his forehead was covered with blood.

He did not dare to raise his head to look at his father in the golden palace. He kept repeating the same words of apology: "I dare not. Please understand, father."

Such despicable means are full of loopholes and are far from what they have done in the past.

Rather than saying that Xia Hong was angry at Xia Ling for plotting to take the throne, it would be more accurate to say that Xia Hong was angry at the fact that a prince possessed unique resources but was incapable of taking on the role of a crown prince.

It's really shameful to be fooled by a few random words from an adviser and become so mediocre.

It is true that a son resembles his mother. Like mother, like son.

"Go out and receive thirty strokes of the cane, and be confined to the East Palace for half a year."

"Your Majesty, how can our son, who is now the crown prince, bear such a severe punishment?" Zhong Luoyue stood up from his seat and knelt hurriedly: "I beg Your Majesty to show some leniency."

"He wants to usurp the throne. He wants to kill his father and seize the throne."

He lifted Zhong Luoyue's chin with one hand, and said lightly with the power of life and death hidden in his words: "I will not show any leniency today. What I want is his head."

Xia Hong walked away, Zhong Luoyue slumped on the jade floor, and the wailing of Xia Ling being beaten with a stick echoed in the palace.

This is no longer a warning from earlier days. Xia Hong is openly showing his dissatisfaction and strength.

What about the prince?

What about the Queen?

He sits on the throne, and anyone who has thoughts that shouldn't be had or does things that shouldn't be done will have to pay the price.

There is no father and son in the royal family. How much affection can Xia Hong have for Xia Ling, a son who hopes he will die?

……

Now that the crown prince is in solitary confinement, Xun Lan, an eunuch in the Eastern Palace, naturally has some free time.

As soon as he had some free time, Xun Lan's mind was repeatedly flashed by Han Shu's eyes on the houseboat.

The sun was about to set, and Xun Lan was filled with sorrow. He walked aimlessly around Luo An, and before he knew it, he came to the alley where he had met Han Shu that day.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard, and at this moment Xun Lan saw Han Shu riding back on horseback.

Xun Lan did not try to stop the horse with his own body, because he knew that if Han Shuruo wanted to leave, he could not stop her.

He bowed in Han Shu's direction, not caring whether the person saw him or not: "Princess."

Slowly tightening the reins, Han Shu knew why Xun Lan came.

Han Shu was willing to tighten the reins because she felt that some things needed to be conveyed to Xia Ling's ears through Xun Lan's mouth.

"Master Xun, even if it was me who fell into the Imperial River that day, if I don't want to marry, then I won't marry."

"The so-called separation of men and women is a shackle that you men impose on women. This princess will not succumb to your set of rules."

This was the first time Xun Lan had heard such words since he was born, and it was very difficult for him to understand and accept them.

"It is inevitable for a woman to get married and have children. Marrying the prince will make her the mother of a country and a role model for women in the world. Why is the princess so opposed to this?"

"Who says that a woman's value can only be found in the inner chamber?" He dismounted and stood opposite Xun Lan: "The eldest princess can lead the troops to fight the enemy, and Han Shu can also avenge her humiliation on the battlefield."

"As for marriage and having children, if I meet a good man, I will grow old with him, but I will never be buried with your power."

Faced with the doubt in Xun Lan's eyes, Han Shu remained calm.

Most men in this world are prejudiced against women, but Han Shu doesn't mind.

Han Shu has a sharp sword in her hand, and she will beat anyone who refuses to obey her.

The sound of horse hooves brought Xun Lan back from his shock. He then remembered that he owed Han Shu an explanation: "Princess, what happened that day was not planned by Xun."

"Know."

But Han Shu didn't care whose plan it was, she just wanted Xia Ling to know her position.

Standing in place, his eyes followed Han Shu's departing back, unrestrained, unrestrained and strong.

Xun Lan suddenly realized that this kind of woman was a bird in the forest, not a sparrow in a cage.

Trapping them in the East Palace was tantamount to a massacre.

But Xun Lan couldn't bear to slaughter this touch of green in the haze.