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

Wu Cixiu picked up the teacup and savored the sweet taste carefully. Although he looked like an old friend, he was not an old friend after all.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Wu Cixiu gave his answer after careful consideration: "There is no right or wrong in the word love. It is wrong to hurt others in the name of love."

Having found a way to vent, Xie Nanxing began to speak out and confess her fears: "But the love between these Luoan men is like thin ice under the eaves, and it can't bear the recklessness between me and him."

"Master, I am afraid that this kind of love will collapse. Under these terrible words, he and I can't even be brothers."

Wu Cixiu looked at Xie Nanxing in front of him, as if he was looking at his own timid self when he was young: "Is Nanxing so infatuated with Wang Heng because he is a man?"

"Do not."

She shook her head firmly, and then spoke out her extravagant wishes during countless confused nights: "In order to be with him, I even wish I was born a woman."

From love comes hatred, from love comes fear. Xie Nanxing will never tell Shen Jinmo these words in his life.

Shen Jinmo couldn't bear to see Xie Nanxing mistreating himself.

"Wang Heng's affection for Nan Xing is not because Nan Xing is a man. Whether the love is deep or shallow, it cannot be judged solely by the gender of the man or woman."

Wu Cixiu's words became softer and softer. Was it just Xie Nanxing that he was carefully lifting up now?

When he was young, had he not felt this kind of confusion?

Only after he lost her did he realize that every moment he spent not hugging her tightly was a betrayal to each other.

"Could it be that the people that Ri Nanxing saw being abused in the Eighth Prince's residence were all men?"

Xie Nanxing paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"It was Nanxing who went astray, exaggerating what he wanted to see, and ended up in prison, unable to extricate himself."

He poured out the cold fruit tea in Xie Nanxing's cup and filled it up with warm water again: "Whether the relationship between you and Wang Heng is like thin ice under the eaves or a blade in your hands, it is up to your hearts to decide."

His head trembled, and the teacup was held in his palm. The warmth began to meander from his palm to his heart: "What if this love is not tolerated by the world from birth?"

"The world can accommodate everything, but what cannot accommodate the love that Nanxing talks about is the prejudice in people's hearts."

The north wind blew open the window, swept through the boiling hot tea, and created a few ripples.

"Master, have you overcome your prejudice?"

"Nanxing, since you know it's prejudice, why do you insist on winning?" Wu Cixiu raised his hand and touched Xie Nanxing's hair: "What's the use of winning the secular world?"

"Master, Xie Nanxing, I have broken the formation."

Han Zhou, who had broken through the formation in advance, rushed into the warm room with sweat all over his forehead.

There was a bright light twinkling in his eyes, and the dazzling smile on the corners of his mouth was the young man's sincere heat, which was enough to make the cold Luoan bloom with spring in an instant.

Compressioning his emotions, Xie Nanxing took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the tears from his face, then stood side by side with Han Zhou and politely bid farewell to Wu Cixiu.

Walking out of the warm room, the wind and snow outside were very strong. Han Zhou stood on the windward side and opened his cloak to shield Xie Nanxing from the biting wind.

"Xie Nanxing, why were you crying just now?" Han Zhou asked with a silly smile showing his big white teeth. This was the first time he saw Xie Nanxing cry.

"You cry pretty well, but you should cry less. I always feel stuffy in my chest when you cry."

"Because you broke the formation, and I also broke the formation."

With a faint smile, Xie Nanxing looked at Han Zhou with her red and swollen eyes in the wind and snow.

The young man in front of him was only fourteen years old. After the incident at the Eighth Prince's birthday banquet, he had been growing wildly at a speed beyond Xie Nanxing's expectations, behind the eyes and ears of everyone in Luoan.

Xie Nanxing felt that he shouldn't look at Han Zhou as a child: "Han Zhou, the Grand Master wants to stabilize the country and create a prosperous era."

He jumped up from the spot, pulled off an icicle from the eaves and played with it in his hand. Soon his hot body temperature melted the icicle into warm water.

"What one generation cannot accomplish will be taken up by the next generation."

"Xie Nanxing, for the country, for my family, and for myself, I have no choice but to take responsibility for this country."

The carriages from the Marquis Zhongqin's Mansion and the Princess Chang's Mansion arrived at the same time. Xie Nanxing got on the carriage first with the help of Yang Huai, and opened the window as soon as he sat down.

"Han Zhou, do you remember that you promised me that you would live to fulfill my wish?"

"Xie Nanxing, I remember."

Having been protected by someone since he was a child, Han Zhou didn't know how to protect someone. Xie Nanxing was the first person he tried to protect.

Han Zhou's attempt failed.

Han Zhou only allowed himself to fail that once.

He must do what he promised Xie Nanxing.

Mo Ping couldn't stand Han Zhou's servile look when he looked at Xie Nanxing, and he "accidentally" flicked the whip, and the carriage actually sped forward.

He didn't dare to look back and meet Xie Nanxing's eyes. After running a long distance, Mo Ping lowered his head and said guiltily, "Young Master, this horse didn't listen and ran away on its own."

"If you have anything else to say, shall I drive the carriage back?"

The way Mo Ping was on high alert against Han Zhou was very similar to Shen Jinmo. As expected, like master, like servant.

"You are such a blessing to have you as your master."

“Hehehe.” Mo Ping smiled foolishly and pretended not to understand. He knew Xie Nanxing would not be angry: “Thank you for the compliment, young master.”

Such a shameless look made Xie Nanxing laugh. Thinking about the upcoming meeting with Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing's mood suddenly brightened.

The north wind blew open the half-closed window, and goose-feather-like snowflakes floated into the carriage and landed on Xie Nanxing's cloak.

Moving a little closer to the wide-open window, the cold wind fiercely cut across Xie Nanxing's exposed skin, leaving red marks in a short while.

The chill brought by the wind and snow made Xie Nanxing's entire face tremble.

Yang Huai looked at Xie Nanxing's eyes which had suddenly become solemn, clasped his hands together, and restrained himself from closing the window.

He could see that this snowstorm had a different meaning to Xie Nanxing.

"Shen Jinmo, I'm a grown man, but you've made me so spoiled." He murmured to himself, "If you don't raise me anymore, who will dare to raise me?"

Hearing the trembling in Xie Nanxing's voice, Yang Huai seemed to move closer to the window unintentionally, using his body to block out the wind and snow.

But Xie Nanxing is not blind. How could he not see that the window was blocked?

Instead of self-reflection, Xie Nanxing started to scold others: "You haven't recovered yet, why are you using your body to block the wind?"

Yang Huai asked back with a smile, with a hint of blaming Xie Nanxing: "Your body can handle the wind and snow, but I can't?"

"How can I find someone to serve me?"

Seeing that Yang Huai was about to go along with him, Xie Nanxing stopped talking: "If you want to close it, just close it. The salary of the prince is not enough to support two sick children."

Yang Huai quickly closed the window, handed a new hand warmer to Xie Nanxing, took out a blanket from under the carriage and covered Xie Nanxing with it, and poured Xie Nanxing a cup of hot tea.

Only after seeing that Xie Nanxing had stopped trembling did he sit down with peace of mind.

The wind and snow were blocked outside, and Xie Nanxing was taken good care of by Yang Huai, and soon his body warmed up.

"A Ping, did it snow on the day Shen Jinmo left Luoan eleven years ago?"