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

"Is mom okay?"

Shen Jinmo withdrew his gaze from the shadow in the room and looked up to meet Shen Jun's gaze.

At this time, Shen Jinmo was kneeling beside Shen Jun, with Shen Jun's shadow projected on him. He was like a young bird living under his father's wings, without having to fight the wind and snow alone.

The reply was even lighter: "Hello, your mother is fine."

Looking up at each other, neither father nor son said much.

Shen Jinmo understood the depth in Shen Jun's eyes, but Shen Jun did not see through what his son was going to do.

His son had already anticipated everything that would happen today. After ten years of hiding, his son's thoughts were exposed in one day. His son's thoughts were deeper than he imagined.

Squatting down, Shen Jun handed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to Shen Jinmo: "Xiao Mo, the umbrella in Dad's hand is given to you."

Shen Jun has already given Shen Jinmo all the protection he could.

In the future, the choices will be made by Shen Jinmo, and the road can only be walked by Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jun stood up and walked into the room. The door was closed behind him. The north wind blew out the candle suddenly, and the room was dark.

Shen Jinmo climbed onto the roof and half-lay on the eaves, holding the oil-paper umbrella given by Shen Jun in his hand.

His eyes were scattered and unfocused.

Xia Xin buried her face in Shen Jun's chest. Tears welled up in her swollen eyes, and then she couldn't open them because of the pain.

Once upon a time, they were indeed separated by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Now, one of them is on the roof and the other is inside the house, but the distance between them is farther than thousands of miles.

At this moment, Xia Xin didn't know how to proceed with this heartless drama between mother and son.

This was the son she had fought so hard to give birth to.

This is the son she gave up everything to protect.

An hour later, Shen Jinmo flew down from the eaves and went to Xiangzhuyuan.

"Xin'er, Xiao Mo has grown up." Shen Jun's words were coaxing and full of pride.

"He is taller than my father, has eyes like mine, and a nose and mouth like yours."

"You fought in the southern battlefield for three years, and when you saw me again, you were not tanned at all. So Xiao Mo was also not tanned in the mountains, just like you."

"I've said it before. That's why the gouache was applied from head to toe." Xia Xin explained it many times over the years in a muffled voice.

"How can gouache be so white?" Just like the first time he heard Xia Xin's explanation, every curve of Shen Jun's face was filled with surprise.

"It's because my wife is fair-skinned, and she has good taste and chooses good watercolors."

"Yes, yes. In General Shen's eyes, this princess is naturally good in every way."

With a soft smile, Xia Xin calmed down in Shen Jun's arms.

She knew she had to stand up straight.

When he encountered a sudden change in his life at the age of twelve, Xia Che was able to bend down despite Xia Hong's endless love.

Because Xia Che was born into wealth and could not bear the torture.

Shen Jinmo, who was sent out of the capital at the age of nine and hunted in the mountains for several years before returning to the capital, was able to succumb for power.

Because falling from the top will make you yearn for the top more.

But Xia Xin, who had followed Xia Qi in battles since he was ten years old and had made outstanding contributions to the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, could not surrender.

Xia Xin's waist bent, and to the world, the backbone of this direct lineage was gone.

How can a spineless faction maintain the support of officials who remain neutral and wait for the truth about Xia Qi's death?

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New Year's Eve

As the fourth watch arrived, the Princess's mansion was brightly lit inside and out, and the servants' comings and goings were more solemn than ever.

At five o'clock in the morning, according to the ancestral custom, a sedan chair with four sedan chairs and eight people carrying it was carried out from the main gate of the Princess's Mansion. There were more than a hundred servants holding lanterns and leading the way in front.

There were carriages and horses following behind, for fear that something unexpected happened to the master's family and the sedan chair was too slow to return home in time.

By the time Xia Xin arrived at the Golden Palace, all the clan members were already wearing court robes and waiting quietly. Apart from the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, there was no other sound in the huge Golden Palace.

Xia Che, who was bound by the rules, saw Shen Jinmo appear and curiosity began to show in his eyes.

He slowly moved to the side from his seat, did not greet Xia Xin, but nodded and greeted Shen Jun.

The two siblings have had many conflicts over the years due to their different opinions, and their relationship is known to everyone.

After walking around Shen Jinmo twice, Xia Che swallowed the rules and entangled Shen Jinmo like a dog-skin plaster.

"Xiao Mo, this king is your uncle, do you still remember this king?"

"Greetings, King Xiaoyao." He bowed and greeted. As they hadn't seen each other for ten years, their relationship naturally became unfamiliar.

"Xiao Mo, why are you so polite to me?"

He punched Shen Jinmo's chest, and feeling Shen Jinmo's solid and powerful muscles, Xia Che smiled attentively.

She leaned slightly closer to Shen Jinmo, and although her voice was lowered, it did not prevent people nearby from hearing clearly: "Xiao Mo, you teach uncle kung fu, so that uncle will no longer be afraid of not being able to beat that crazy woman Chen Luo."

As soon as these words fell, Chen Luo, who was wearing the dress of a prince's princess and standing properly for a rare time, walked towards Xia Che in front of the clan members, twisted Xia Che's ear with one hand, and dragged Xia Che to the front of the line.

"Xia Che, this princess advises you not to think about unrealistic things."

All of Xie Nanxing's troubles were completely awakened by this commotion, and he looked at Chen Luo with confusion.

In this dynasty where men are superior to women, how could the princess actually pull the prince's ears?

After a little thought, Xie Nanxing accepted this situation.

There are always extraordinary women who are as capable as men in every era, and Xia Xin is one of the best.

At noon on Mao, Xia Hong appeared in front of everyone sitting on a dragon chariot. After the Manchu clan members shouted "Long live the emperor" three times and knelt down to pay their respects, he led everyone to the Taimiao in a grand procession.

By the time the tedious sacrifice was over, the sun was already bright. Xie Nanxing was so tired from kneeling all day that he couldn't even straighten his back.

"Shen Jinmo." The voice was so soft that it could be drowned out by the sound of all the footsteps, but Shen Jinmo caught it keenly and quickly lowered his head.

"You said."

"When can we leave the palace?"

Even though Shen Jinmo had not participated in the New Year's Eve ancestor worship for several years, he had already memorized it by heart: "Lunch is a family dinner. After lunch, you must leave the palace at least until the afternoon."

"what……"

Xie Nanxing held no official position, but he would greet any living person who appeared in front of him and exchanged a few words.

No, he also needs to kneel three times and kowtow nine times to those whose souls have returned to Yunhuang.

If he were in better health, it wouldn't matter.

But now he is a sickly person...

Chen Luo, who was originally walking with the team, saw Xie Nanxing's expression and came up to Xie Nanxing.

"You also think this ceremony is too complicated?"

Very friendly, like a soulmate.

After all, there is only one person in Daxia, Chen Luo, who dares to dislike the tedious task of ancestor worship.

Now that she has met Xie Nanxing again, Chen Luo feels like she has found a treasure.

"Greetings, Princess Xiaoyao." He just bowed.

Xie Nanxing was very tired, and he felt that Princess Xiaoyao in front of him would not blame him.

"Then don't follow them to the palace. How about you follow me to Fengyi Palace to chat and drink tea together?"

The crowd gathered in the Golden Palace again. Xie Nanxing looked up at Shen Jinmo. He did not agree to Chen Luo, but he did not reject Chen Luo either.

How could entering the palace be as leisurely as Chen Luo described?

Whether in the Golden Palace or in the harem, it is not necessarily easy.

Aunt Chunyu, the head of Fengyi Palace, walked out respectfully from the back hall and bowed to everyone.

"Ladies of all the houses, please follow me. The Queen has prepared the feast and is waiting to chat with you all."

The crowd automatically divided into two lines. Xia Xin, who was standing at the head of the clan line, did not move. Although she was a woman, she was capable of leading the clan.

Chunyu didn't give any further advice, as Xia Xin had always been different from other women like them.

When the queue was separated and they stood in line, Aunt Chunyu asked with a smile: "Who is Young Master Xie Nanxing?"