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

There was no intention to let Sui Yi monitor Xie Nanxing. Xia Hong didn't need to worry too much about a sickly kid who depended on Shen Jinmo for survival.

Xia Hong was just a little tired and simply wanted to listen to something fun.

Sui Yi reported truthfully: "I feel better, coughing less, but it is still a bit difficult for me to get off the carriage by myself. I still have to breathe heavily if I walk a little faster."

"How is Wang Heng and Nan Xing's relationship now?"

"Better than before." Sui Yi thought for a long time and found a proof: "I once climbed the roof and heard Master Xie ask the prince whether he wanted to sleep with him."

"It seems that His Royal Highness has refused."

"Hahaha." Xia Hong laughed sadly. He was also very satisfied with the relationship between the couple: "I can still bear it. He is the kind of person who cares about the people in the room."

In this royal family, wanton occupation is easy to achieve, but restraint and forbearance are hard to achieve.

Walking out of the Golden Palace, Sui Yi saw Sui Er, who was wearing a black nightgown and a golden mask on his face, walking towards the place he had just left.

They passed each other and nodded slightly, without either of them saying a word.

Even though Sui Yi was the number one person in the Dark Guard Division, he had never seen what Sui Er looked like.

From the beginning, Suiyi knew that Suier had a different use from him.

Sui Er's appearance means that Luoan has a new person, who lives under Xia Hong's surveillance in another form.

The entire Dark Guard Division, from the first year to the ten thousandth year, has always been the place where Xia Hong hopes to maintain his throne for thousands of years.

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Summer is gone, the days are shorter, and the sun gets darker faster.

Xia Xin rested for two days before she was able to get out of bed. During these two days, she thought a lot and figured out some things that she could not figure out in the past.

Hate or not hate is actually insignificant from the beginning.

Now Xia Xin only wants her son, who has taken it as his responsibility to ensure the stability of the country since he was young, not to become the person she once hated the most, who took advantage of his power to kill innocent people.

After having a quick dinner, Xia Xin carried Shen Jun on her back and entered the ancestral hall with the help of Lu Yan.

Shen Jinmo, who had been relying on a little clean water to survive for two days and two nights, knelt in front of hundreds of tablets with his back straight. Just by looking at his back, Xia Xin could see his elegance.

Taking the dagger handed over by Lu Yan, Xia Xin personally undid the shackles for Shen Jinmo.

The door of the ancestral hall was closed, and Xia Xin sat on the cushion facing Shen Jinmo.

As soon as her eyes fell on Shen Jinmo, whose eyes were closed and lips were dry, Xia Xin's heart softened.

"Xiao Mo, are you hungry?"

Just one question and Xia Xin's eyes turned red.

"I'm so tired." This opening was full of powerlessness: "Mom, I'm so tired now. I don't want to walk such a tiring road."

Xia Xin's posture on the futon was actually a little more relaxed: "So you want to leave mother and take an easier path, right?"

Using such a decisive and despicable method, she hopes that Xia Xin, the mother, will expel her own son herself.

Because a cruel and murderous person is not worthy of appearing in Princess Pingnan's mansion, which is the backbone of the direct lineage.

However, Xia Xin was under the surveillance of various forces and suppressed the news with iron-fisted means.

This is her son who has just come of age, just like the rising sun.

Xia Xin and Taifu both expected him to follow the right path and do good deeds.

After a little thought, Xia Xin could actually accept that Shen Jinmo escaped because he was tired.

After all, this is better than Shen Jinmo becoming a murderous madman.

Seeing Xia Xin was silent, Shen Jinmo spoke again in a hoarse voice: "Uncle can choose the easy path, and my son wants to do it too."

Xia Xin looked at Shen Jinmo's slowly opening eyes, raised her hand and pointed at the 526 tablets behind her: "Wang Heng, do you know why these tablets have no names?"

No one answered, so Xia Xin asked and answered himself: "Those men who died on the battlefield fighting for the unification of the country will naturally have people to pay tribute to them."

"And these heroic spirits who survived the battlefield and died in the transition of imperial power cannot even have a tablet left."

"Wang Heng, there will always be someone who will fight for them."

"As long as the common people have enough food to eat, they don't care who sits on the throne. But I, who sat on your grandfather's horse at the age of ten, can't do that."

Speaking of this, Xia Xin's voice was very calm. Those tears, those helplessness, those hesitations had long been healed by time.

Her father, the emperor, who valued friendship and righteousness, started out as a farmer but gathered the best talents in the world and accomplished an unprecedented great cause.

But it was also because of his loyalty and righteousness that he never doubted his brother's evil ambitions, and in the end he ended up with a miserable end of death, his children separated from him, and his wife being taken away.

And those heroes who had accompanied Xia Qi in building his empire, and those who were determined to seek justice for Xia Qi's death, all died in the year when Xia Hong became the regent and confronted Xia Che.

Their loyalty and righteousness were defeated by Xia Hong's scheming.

"Mom, there are some burdens that my son cannot bear."

Shen Jinmo looked up at these dark tablets, and with a blurry gaze, he saw the names written on them with a gold pen.

"Mom, I really only have Xie Nanxing left, so no one can hurt him."

So, there is selfish motive.

What Xia Xin mentioned also exists.

At this moment, Xia Xin found that she had to face Xie Nanxing's question directly: "Wang Heng, what do you think of Nanxing?"

"He is the smoke from the kitchen, which can never be blown away and will always surround me."

And the smoke from Shen Jinmo's cooking will only linger around him.

All worldly emotions are not worthy of Shen Jinmo's Xie Nanxing.

Xia Xin brought Shen Jinmo into this world, and Shen Jinmo then had an independent soul.

No matter what decision Shen Jinmo made or what kind of person he became, Xia Xin was grateful to Xie Nanxing who once saved Shen Jinmo.

But Xia Xin never thought that the answer would be so pure and clean.

Looking through Shen Jinmo's eyes, Xia Xin did not see any trace of desire for love, she only saw gentle attachment.

"If you marry and have children in the future, how will Nanxing cope with it?"

"He treats me very well." The corners of his mouth slowly curved up, and he emphasized twice: "Very good, very good."

So Shen Jinmo would try his best to be good to Xie Nanxing in this dirty Luoan.

There was no way he would let Xie Nanxing leave, never in this lifetime.

Even if he doesn't want his wife and children, he must keep Xie Nanxing.

Xia Xin suddenly thought of the day when Shen Jinmo returned to Luoan, when Xie Nanxing was sitting in a wheelchair with her head down and smiling, her gentleness and firmness were enough to warm a cold soul.

What kind of person would crave Xie Nanxing's company so much?

Xia Xin had the answer in her heart.

"Mom knows."

A tear rolled down the corner of Xia Xin's eye. After gathering all the loose threads, Xia Xin knelt on the mat and kowtowed three times towards the tablets.

Since Xia Xin set up these tablets, this was the first time she had performed such a grand ceremony.

To these people, Xia Xin is the master, and she doesn't need to be like this at all.

The three times Xia Xin kowtowed today were on behalf of Shen Jinmo.

"Wang Heng, no matter which path you take, mother hopes that you will not let down the people of the world."

The roads that seem easy to walk on in this world are not really easy to walk on: "No matter how corrupt the dynasty is, there will always be people who work for the welfare of the country and the people."

"I know." Shen Jinmo did not make any promises, simply because he could not make any promises.