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

Xia Xin felt a lot more relieved after getting up from the mat and walking out of the ancestral hall.

The lights were dimming. Looking ahead, Xia Xin saw curling smoke drifting out from the roof of the small kitchen. She had already made up her mind: "Luyan, tell Nanxing about the prince's news."

"The slaves obey."

The hemp ropes that bound Shen Jinmo were removed, and the guards waiting at the door were changed from personal guards to ordinary palace guards.

Looking up at the tablet on the ancestral hall, the tenderness between Shen Jinmo's brows, the sourness in his chest, and the pain in his heart were all forcibly suppressed.

Shen Jinmo turned into a blade without desires or demands.

Cold and sharp.

The only value of a blade is killing.

Xiangzhuyuan

It was already dark. There was no wind and no moon tonight. Shen Jinmo, who had been out of contact for several days, made the air even more stuffy. Xie Nanxing couldn't even finish a set of Five Animal Play.

It was not until Han Zhou's personal servant Fu Xi was brought to Xie Nanxing by Mo Ping that Xie Nanxing's restless heart calmed down a little.

He waved to Mo Ping and he left the house.

Looking at the shadow cast on the threshold, Xie Nanxing said calmly: "A Ping, if you eavesdrop, I will be angry."

"Hehehe." Mo Ping's little thoughts were suddenly exposed, so his smile was naturally a little dry.

Mo Ping felt that Han Zhou definitely had no good intentions in sending a servant over so late at night.

He really wanted to see what tricks Han Zhou was going to play, but now that his master had spoken, Mo Ping had no choice but to leave in disappointment.

Xie Nanxing asked in an urgent tone: "Fuxi, is there any news?"

Fu Xi bowed in front of Xie Nanxing and explained everything Han Zhou had told him to do all at once.

"Thank you, Master. My master asked me to tell you that Team Ten has not had any missions recently. Today is the fifth day that Master Mo has requested leave. He will also request leave in advance for the rest of the days."

Shen Jinmo's heart sank. He was afraid that this was another trick of Xia Hong's. "Who asked for leave for him?"

"It is said that Marquis Wu'an personally approved it."

The matter was handled personally by Marquis Wu'an, and it was done in a covert manner. Even with the help of Han Shu's influence, it still took Han Zhou five days to find out all this.

The door was opened from the inside, and Mo Ping personally led Fu Xi out: "Fu Xi, Prince Han is still concerned about my young master. Why can't we talk about it tomorrow? Why do we have to talk about it tonight?"

"Master Xie is good to my prince, so it is only natural that my prince should take Master Xie to heart."

OSI kept beating around the bush and refused to give a direct response.

She was specially left by Han Zhou's side by Han Hou. He was much more worldly-wise than Han Zhou, and it was not easy to get any words out of him.

Mo Ping felt a little frustrated after seeing Fu Xi off. He was in a bad mood. He was afraid that Xie Nanxing would be poached by Han Zhou, so he walked quickly towards Xiangzhuyuan.

As soon as he entered the main hall of Xiangzhuyuan, Mo Ping only saw Xiao Gao kneeling on the ground.

Xie Nanxing frowned slightly. He was definitely not the kind of person who would criticize his servants: "Xiao Gao, why are you kneeling here?"

"The young master said that if a servant forgets who his master is, he should find another master."

Xiao Gao raised her eyes which were red and swollen from crying, and her voice was obviously choked with sobs.

His heart tightened and his scalp went numb. Mo Ping knew something was going to go wrong: "Where is the young master?"

"The young master went in the direction of the kitchen."

After serving Xie Nanxing for so long, this was the first time Xiao Gao saw Xie Nanxing really angry. He was really panicking now: "Butler Mo, I just want to serve the young master. Can you help me beg for mercy?"

Mo Ping couldn't even keep his promise, and now he can't save himself.

Rushing into the kitchen, Mo Ping knelt down as he saw Xie Nanxing busy at the stove.

I dare not say a single word, and I cannot explain even a single word.

Xie Nanxing put the egg steamed bread slices and egg drop chicken soup into the food box, walked past Mo Ping and headed towards the ancestral hall.

His eyes did not fall on Mo Ping. He was Shen Jinmo's man, and Xie Nanxing would not deal with Mo Ping without Shen Jinmo's permission.

After wandering around for a long time, they finally found the ancestral hall. It was dark at night. Although the dozen or so guards at the gate of the hall stood upright, they were already feeling tired and could hear gasps one after another.

Looking at the locked door over the guards, Xie Nanxing actually knew that it was not the people outside who trapped Shen Jinmo, but Xia Xin.

For six whole days, Shen Jinmo, who relied on drinking water to survive, tortured himself to apologize for hurting his mother.

When Xie Nanxing heard from Xiao Gao what happened that day, heartache took over all his emotions. All he wanted at that time was to make sure Shen Jinmo had a full meal.

Now Xie Nanxing not only wants to make sure Shen Jinmo is well fed, he also wants Shen Jinmo to know that no matter how desperate the situation is, Shen Jinmo will not be alone.

The palace guards were taking turns on duty, and the new guards were still a little confused as they had just woken up.

He picked up a stone and smashed it towards the roof with all his might. The noise startled all the guards, and after a moment of noise, the entrance of the ancestral hall returned to silence.

Xie Nanxing, wrapped in Shen Jin's jet-black robe, entered the ancestral hall under the cover of night. His heart stopped beating and his breathing stopped.

Shen Jinmo, who was kneeling on the mat, was like a mountain, and also like a person carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

Either way, it’s tiring.

He didn't know whether having meals in the ancestral hall would disturb the peace of his ancestors, but Xie Nanxing had no choice because he had no way to bring Shen Jinmo home.

Putting down the lunch box, Xie Nanxing knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Kowtow is considered an apology.

The extreme hunger slowed down Shen Jinmo's reaction too much. He turned his head hazily to look at the person next to him. When he saw the person next to him clearly, his chaotic eyes were stained with a faint smile.

"Xie Nanxing, I dreamed of you again."

Xie Nanxing paused at first, then immediately understood what Shen Jinmo meant.

Shen Jinmo, who was so powerful that he could do everything in Xie Nanxing's eyes, could only see the person he wanted to see through dreams.

Her eyes were filled with tears, which turned into tenderness, and she gently comforted the man beside her: "Well, I'll bring food to see you this time."

"Xie Nanxing, you are so nice."

Shen Jinmo felt that this dream had a beginning and an end. The last time he fell into the dream, Xie Nanxing said that she would bring him food. He didn't expect that it would be delivered so soon.

"Xie Nanxing, even you in my dreams are good to me."

"Eat well. When you are full, I will grant you whatever you want."

The gentle eyes turned into comfort. Even though he was so useless, Shen Jinmo was willing to treat him so sincerely. Xie Nanxing felt that he had to be especially nice to Shen Jinmo to be worthy of Shen Jinmo's infatuation for him.

Even if it was against the will of the world, she would still have a love affair with Shen Jinmo behind the back of all the powerful people in Luoan.

Even if he dragged this weak body, he could still have sex with Shen Jinmo.

As long as Shen Jinmo wants it, Xie Nanxing is willing to give it to him.

He stood up from the mat and moved the food box a little to the side. Thinking that people who kneel for a long time would not be able to straighten their knees, Xie Nanxing put all the mats together.

He didn't want to see Shen Jinmo kneeling down to eat. That felt bad and unlucky.

Like the last meal before execution.