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

"I'm going to the palace to attend a dinner tonight. Don't you know that this lantern can only be seen in the palace?"

Xie Nanxing was overthinking it. It was naturally Shen Jinmo who deliberately made Xie Nanxing overthink it.

As for why he did it on purpose, only Shen Jinmo himself knew.

How could Shen Jinmo not like to tease such a sickly boy?

After hearing Shen Jinmo's answer, Xie Nanxing was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and smiled, and started flipping through the book again.

"Why do you like sunbathing so much lately?"

When Xie Nanxing was in Yunhuai Village, he also basked in the sun, but it was because it was too cold inside the house. He needed to bask in the sun and light a fire to warm himself up.

"I like it."

Shen Jinmo stood up slightly and looked at Xie Nanxing's exposed skin.

I closed my eyes and savored the strange feeling in my heart for a while, and then said something incoherent: "It's not ugly, it looks good now."

Is it normal for a man to compliment another man on his looks?

Xie Nanxing felt that it was abnormal, but what was even more abnormal was that his ears suddenly turned red.

Urgently needing to divert his attention, Xie Nanxing sat up from the recliner and looked at Xiao Gao.

Xiao Gao raised his head and looked at Xie Nanxing, not knowing what was going on: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Xie Nanxing shook his head and lay down again in confusion.

Xiaogan is a man of few words and there is no way he would say these things to Shen Jinmo.

Then how did Shen Jinmo know?

Or maybe Shen Jinmo wasn't talking about him.

Obviously, this idea did not make Xie Nanxing feel comfortable.

He spoke again with reluctance: "Your Highness, doesn't the palace have a time to lock the keys?"

"The Lantern Festival and the Emperor's Birthday Banquet are held at night every year, so the palace gates will be locked much later than usual."

Shen Jinmo keenly caught Xie Nanxing's mild dissatisfaction.

Does Xie Nanxing not like being praised for her good looks?

But it’s really beautiful…

Xie Nanxing was getting more and more depressed: "I have to go to the palace to accompany my son tomorrow. I need to rest tonight. Can I not go?"

"Huh?" This was not something Xie Nanxing would say, so Xie Nanxing was really angry.

"If you don't like me saying you're pretty, then I won't say it again in the future."

Xie Nanxing tried several times, but he just couldn't suppress the curve of his mouth.

Forget it, I'll just not press it.

Are people not allowed to be happy?

"The lanterns in the palace must be beautiful." Without Shen Jinmo's help, Xie Nanxing could find it himself: "Then I'll go reluctantly."

The sweetness brewing from the strangeness nourished the Xiangzhu Courtyard in the afternoon, and the servants serving the two masters couldn't help but laugh.

"Butler Mo, why are you laughing?" Xiao Gao asked stealthily in Mo Ping's ear.

"I'm not laughing." Mo Ping shook his head and denied: "Why are you laughing?"

"I don't know, but I feel very happy anyway."

At 1 p.m., two carriages from the Princess's Mansion set out in simple attire towards the Imperial Palace.

By the time they arrived at the palace gate, there was already a long queue of carriages waiting to enter the palace.

It was the first time that Xie Nanxing knew that there were so many officials of the second rank and above and their families in Luoan.

"Shen Jinmo, do we have to wait for a long time?"

There was no impatience in his tone; Xie Nanxing simply wanted to ask this question.

If she didn't call him "His Royal Highness" in a sarcastic tone, it meant she wasn't angry: "Because of Princess Pingnan's reputation, we don't have to queue up anywhere except for those people in the palace."

As soon as the explanation was finished, the main road, which was originally so crowded that no carriage could fit in, cleared a path for the carriage from the Princess's Mansion.

"They obviously can't enter the palace now, why don't they come later?"

"So humble as this."

Even if you can't get in, you have to wait early to show your absolute respect for the imperial power.

As the sky gradually darkened, the palace was filled with lanterns made by palace craftsmen. The fireworks displayed a prosperous scene that dazzled Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing enjoyed the Lantern Festival dinner very much. Xia Hong and Zhong Luoyue exchanged a few words with the two of them when they greeted each other, but they didn't pay any excessive attention to them at other times.

"Shen Jinmo, why haven't I seen the Ninth Prince?"

Xie Nanxing thought that he would soon be the ninth prince's study companion, so it would be good to go and pay his respects in advance.

"I don't know." He said it briefly and didn't want to elaborate.

Shen Jinmo knew little about Xia Yu and had complicated emotions. He couldn't say he hated him, but he didn't like him much either.

Halfway through the dinner, families began to stand up and walk towards where the lanterns were hung. Tonight, each family could pick a lantern to take home to show the emperor's grace.

Holding Xie Nanxing's wrist and walking forward, Shen Jinmo pointed to the lantern with the birthday star holding peaches above his head and said, "How about you pick this lantern?"

There were so many beautiful and interesting lanterns around, and although the lantern with the birthday star holding a peach was also nice, Xie Nanxing always felt that it was too old-fashioned.

"I'm young, can't I choose someone else?"

"It means a long life and good fortune."

Shen Jinmo pointed at the eyes around him and said, "There are many people waiting to take this lantern back to honor their ancestors. If we don't take action now, it will be gone."

Xie Nanxing understood the deep meaning behind Shen Jinmo's words, and he also liked the implication of good fortune and longevity. Xie Nanxing accepted it without any reluctance, and happily took his seat again among a group of noble children, holding a lantern.

Han Zhou, who was sitting below Xie Nanxing, looked at the lantern and began to complain in a low voice: "Xie Nanxing, you are not very old, why do you like things like this, so old-fashioned..."

"You don't understand." The competition for the lantern was fierce. If Shen Jinmo hadn't reacted quickly, it would never have fallen into Xie Nanxing's hands.

Xia Che listened to the excitement and turned from the front row to complain about Han Zhou, a blind man: "Han Zhou, use your pig brain. I have never heard you say a few pleasant words."

Han Zhou couldn't beat Xia Che. A real man like him must be able to bend and stretch: "King Xiaoyao is right."

Xia Che was very satisfied with Han Zhou's fake smile. He turned around with a smile and glanced at Shen Jinmo again: "Xiao Mo, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

When Xie Nanxing heard Xia Che's question, he frowned, looked up again, and his heart seemed to stop for a moment.

Shen Jinmo, who was sitting on the chair, was sweating profusely, with veins bulging on the backs of his hands clenched into fists, and traces of blood were already flowing from the corners of his mouth due to his endurance.

The silence spread from Shen Jinmo's surroundings to the entire banquet.

Xie Nanxing stood up in a panic and used his frail body to support the shaky Shen Jinmo: "Doctor, doctor, quickly find a doctor to save Brother Hunter."

Xia Xin, who was chatting at the table with a cup of wine in hand, heard Xie Nanxing's soft cry for help and turned around suddenly.

With just one glance, he lost all his dignity, pushed through the crowd, and ran towards Shen Jinmo: "Xiao Mo, imperial physician, please call the imperial physician?"

The hall, which had been orderly in the middle of noisy weather, became chaotic because of Xia Xin's call, and Xia Hong and Zhong Luoyue also walked down from the hall.

Shen Jinmo, unable to sit steadily, completely slid to the ground, dragging Xie Nanxing, who was supporting him, with him.

The pain was unbearable, Shen Jinmo knelt on the ground, and roars came out from his nose.

Bitterness surged, tears burst out, Xie Nanxing half-knelt on the ground, hugged Shen Jinmo in his arms, and patted Shen Jinmo's chest soothingly.

"Don't be afraid, you will be fine."

No matter how badly injured he was, Shen Jinmo never cried out in pain. Xie Nanxing couldn't imagine how much pain Shen Jinmo was in at this moment.

Xie Nanxing's extremely tender words of comfort had already taken on a different meaning in the eyes of the civil and military officials in the court.

All the earlier rumors seemed to have been confirmed at this moment.

The imperial physician was late in arriving, and Xia Xin subconsciously looked towards Chen Luo for help. Xia Che suddenly stood up and took a step forward, covering Chen Luo.