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

Walking out of the palace gate, there was only the last ray of setting sun left in the sky. Shen Jinmo relied on his distant memory to step onto the blue bricks of the imperial city.

I haven't been back to Luoan for ten years. At first glance, this imperial city doesn't seem to have changed much, except that this store has changed its name and that mansion has changed its owner.

Compared with the changes in people's hearts and the shifts in power, everything else is not worth mentioning.

Standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at the golden plaque of Princess Pingnan's Mansion, every stroke reveals decisiveness and ruthlessness. This was written by Xia Qi, the founding emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The stroke of the word "府" was not as unrestrained as the other strokes, because when that stroke was written, Shen Jinmo ran into the Golden Palace and got into Xia Qi's arms, asking to go riding, which disrupted the order of the stroke.

Everything in the past is no longer the same as it used to be.

The gate of the Princess's Mansion was tightly closed, and a few rays of light came through the gap of the half-open door. Shen Jinmo placed his hand on the copper ring and knocked on the door.

Xiaogan walked out of the corner gate with a lantern in his hand and said in a trembling voice: "Your servant greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The young master is waiting for you at Xiangzhu Courtyard for dinner."

"Are father and mother asleep?"

"I don't know." Kneeling on the ground, facing Shen Jinmo, it seemed like a sin not to know.

Shen Jinmo stood at the door in confusion. No one opened the main door. But as the prince of the Princess's Mansion, how could he enter through the corner door on his first day back in the Divine Capital?

Shen Jinmo put away the whip in his hand that he was holding in order to break down the door, and with a stern look on his face, he was led by a small pole into the mansion through the corner door.

The grandeur of the day and the bleakness of the night became a joke under the imperial power.

Shen Jinmo is the joke itself.

"How is Xie Nanxing's health?"

Xiaogan was scared the first time he saw Shen Jinmo.

No matter Shen Jinmo spoke or not, Xiaogan was afraid.

Not knowing what Shen Jinmo wanted to ask specifically, Xiaogan told him everything he knew.

"When he arrived at the mansion, he was covered in blood and dirt, and he didn't look like a human being at all. If the Marquis hadn't shown up in time, he might have been kicked to death by Xiao Wu, the gatekeeper."

"During the treatment process, she fainted several times and almost died. The princess, who doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, knelt before all the gods and Buddhas in Hanying Courtyard."

"When I was able to speak a few words, I was carried to the palace again. After I came back, I had a high fever for a few days."

"I changed the prescription only half a month ago, and now it seems a little better."

The suffocating sharpness enveloped Xiaogan. His head drooped lower and lower, and the hand holding the lantern began to tremble. Xiaogan felt that Shen Jinmo wanted to kill someone.

It was obvious that Shen Jinmo was very easy to talk to when facing Xie Nanxing today. Anyone with eyes could see the heartache and tenderness between his brows.

Why is it so scary after coming back from the palace?

Silence was more unbearable than talking. Xiaogan began to find other topics to talk about: "The young master asked me today if he was ugly with the scar on his face."

It’s not ugly, Shen Jinmo saw it in broad daylight.

"Where's the guard?"

"Hmm?" Xiaogan paused for a moment and replied, "The princess said that Xiaowu had no mercy, so she was directly transferred to the inner courtyard to do some cleaning work."

Shen Jinmo pushed open the door of Xiangzhuyuan for him, and walked along the cobblestone path built among the bamboos. Then he saw Xie Nanxing sitting in a wheelchair waiting for his return.

The return journey would have taken only five or six days at a fast pace, but Sui Yi delayed it for more than half a month.

Shen Jinmo naturally understood the deep meaning of this, because when he returned to Luoan, Xie Nanxing had value in death and usefulness in life.

But being half-dead only caused more trouble.

Fortunately, this sickly little kid managed to survive.

"Xiao Gao, hurry up."

Seeing that Shen Jinmo was taking big and quick steps and was about to reach them, Xie Nanxing urged Xiao Gao to light the fire.

The lively sound of firecrackers rang out. Xiao Gao placed the iron basin in front of Shen Jinmo and hurriedly hid behind Xie Nanxing.

In Xiao Gao's eyes, Shen Jinmo looked a bit fierce, but it seemed that he was not just simply fierce.

Anyway, Xiao Gao was a little afraid of Shen Jinmo, and hiding behind Xie Nanxing made him feel safe.

Shen Jinmo doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. If gods really exist, how could Xia Hong still be alive today?

His eyes fell on Xie Nanxing's re-bandaged hand. Shen Jinmo chose to lift up his clothes and stepped over the brazier in front of him as Xie Nanxing wished.

Xie Nanxing then clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, muttering to himself, "Gods and Buddhas, may Brother Hunter be blessed with good fortune and good luck."

Shen Bu walked behind Xie Nanxing, and Xiao Gao quickly gave up the space for pushing the wheelchair to Shen Jinmo. Shen Jinmo asked as he pushed the person into the house.

"Xie Nanxing, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Fried egg slices of steamed bread."

The words came out subconsciously. Every time Shen Jinmo came home covered in blood, Xie Nanxing would make this very filling noodle dish for Shen Jinmo.

When your stomach is full, your heart won’t feel so bad.

"I was just kidding." Xie Nanxing turned around and looked at Shen Jinmo and smiled, "We're having Yangchun noodles tonight. The chicken soup has been simmering for the whole afternoon, so the noodles are naturally more delicious."

Xie Nanxing wanted to mention that this was the soup Xia Xin had made herself, but after thinking about it, he realized that this was something he couldn't mention.

Xie Nanxing made the choice during the day.

"Did you cook it?"

"Look at my hands and feet, do they look like they can be used to cook noodles?" Xie Nanxing raised his hands wrapped in gauze. Having walked out of the brink of life and death, he felt warmer than before.

"But I watched it, it must taste better than what I cooked."

The first bite of noodles was a long-lost yet familiar taste from my mother.

"have you eaten?"

"I ate it, don't worry." No matter how soft the candlelight was, it couldn't compare to the curve of Xie Nanxing's mouth: "Have you treated the wound on your back?"

"Well, the emperor arranged for the imperial physician to treat it."

Shen Jinmo felt a little hot, so he took off his cloak.

"Push me to go take a look."

Xiao Gao pushed the wheelchair and pushed Xie Nanxing behind Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo was chewing noodles. The wound on his back began to hurt a little as Xie Nanxing got closer, but his chest felt warm.

Shen Jinmo went home.

"Xie Nanxing, my name is Shen Jinmo."

Shen Jinmo felt that he should tell Xie Nanxing his name himself: "You should call me Shen Jinmo instead."

"it is good."

The warm atmosphere was mixed with heavy bitterness. Xie Nanxing opened her bright eyes wide and said, "Your Highness, I will be yours from now on. You must protect me well."

"Your Highness will not."

After finishing the noodle soup in the bowl in one gulp, Shen Jinmo responded with a light and heavy tone: "But Shen Jinmo will try his best to protect Xie Nanxing, this sickly child."

This sentence was so heavy that Xie Nanxing couldn't breathe.

The person who returned home but could not have a home made a promise to protect Xie Nanxing.