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

It was getting late at night and the lights were on in the study of Xun Xiang's mansion. Xun Xiang was sitting at the desk, with Xun Lan and Xun Zhan sitting on the chairs on either side.

After several days of morning court sessions, the matter of Shen Jinmo's poisoning should have been forgotten, but Xia Hong suddenly brought up the matter during the morning court session today.

Although Xun Xiang was not directly accused of incompetence, he still suffered some consequences.

"Lan'er, what do you think of what happened in the court today?"

These days, the lights in the East Palace are on every night. Xun Lan, the prince's eunuch, returns home later and later every day, and the smoke of war is brewing silently.

"Dad, because of the poisoning of His Royal Highness, many people in the God's Capital have been unable to sleep during this period after the New Year."

"After the storm had finally died down, the emperor brought up the matter again. My son thinks the emperor is paving the way for the Crown Prince's future career."

Xun Lan vaguely felt that the first favorite minister of the Great Xia Dynasty was about to appear.

I just don't know whether this favorite minister is treacherous or loyal.

Xun Xiang nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Xun Zhan: "Zhan'er, what do you think about this?"

Xun Zhan did not respond, but asked with a smile: "Dad, are you still going to investigate the case of the poisoning of the prince?"

The two legitimate sons raised in hundreds of years of family tradition are naturally extraordinary people.

Xun Lan is calm and steady. If the previous situation is followed, the head of the Xun family should fall into the hands of the eldest son.

Xun Zhan's words and deeds are absurd. He makes small mistakes all the time but never big ones. Instead, he is suitable for fighting for a new path in the chaotic court.

"Zhan'er, do you think this case should be investigated?"

"If the emperor doesn't urge you, then you won't investigate."

Xun Zhan felt that being scolded a few times was not a big deal. Isn't the purpose of life to lose face?

But his father and brother always valued face more than life, and felt that one should fight for one's dignity while alive.

"Lan'er, what do you think?"

"Dad, I think you should investigate whoever the emperor wants you to investigate."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is both the eldest and the legitimate heir, and the family rules of our ancestors are in place, so no one can surpass him."

These words seemed to be spoken to Xun Xiang, and also seemed to be a reminder to Xun Zhan not to be so bold as to disrupt the current court, and not to treat the Xun family's hundreds of years of reputation as a joke.

"Lan'er, don't mention the affairs of the Eastern Palace at home."

A new emperor has new ministers, and Xun Xiang always knows how to act with moderation.

It is the duty of a subject not to know anything about the emperor's sons through his two sons.

Xun Zhan actually understood clearly that the purpose of today's scolding was not to target his father, but to alert those court officials who were ready to make moves.

Xia Hong is still alive. Whoever dares to form cliques will be held responsible for the crime.

What’s funny is that Xia Ling had no feelings at all and kept discussing things with a group of eunuchs every day.

The study fell into silence, and his thoughtful eyes wandered between his two sons.

The decision of the heir to the royal family would be made by horse racing, and as the head of the Xun clan, he could only run slowly along with the royal family's horse.

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As soon as the class was over, Xie Nanxing carried his bag and walked towards the Imperial Hospital.

Now he was wearing less clothes and could walk more flexibly. Besides, he was already familiar with the road, so he didn't need a eunuch to lead him when he went to the Imperial Hospital.

When Han Zhou saw Xie Nanxing standing up, he trotted after him and began to greet him shyly, "Xie Nanxing, has your prince's poison not been cured yet?"

Xie Nanxing found this statement very strange. Rumors are scary. If he doesn't clarify it, he might lose his innocence.

"What do you mean by my prince? He is obviously the prince of the Princess's Mansion. He and I are just brothers with different surnames."

"Oh, it's not important."

Han Zhou called out subconsciously, not caring much about the result: "You send your handwritten characters to the Taifu Mansion every day, have you ever met the Taifu?"

"No." Xie Nanxing could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Han Zhou: "If you have something to say, just say it. You are being so shy like an unmarried girl."

Han Zhou leaned close to Xie Nanxing's ear and asked in a low voice: "Xie Nanxing, you are good at your studies. Can I ask you if I don't understand something in the future?"

"Won't your father hire a teacher for you?"

Xie Nanxing asked in a very low voice, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Actually, it’s not a big deal…

"My father doesn't want me to go to the battlefield." Han Zhou handed a piece of paper to Xie Nanxing: "This is the course schedule that the tutor drafted for Prince Mo. My foundation is too weak, and I don't understand a lot of it."

Xie Nanxing glanced at the schedule. Shen Jinmo had taught him most of the subjects. "Does the Grand Tutor have a good relationship with Master Mo?"

"The Grand Tutor has only accepted him as his disciple in his life. Your Highness the Crown Prince didn't tell you about this?"

Han Zhou felt that given their relationship, Xie Nanxing should know everything about Shen Jinmo.

After a slight pause, he looked at Xie Nanxing with sympathy: "Then your prince is not honest with you, you must punish him."

"I already said that he is not my prince."

Xie Nanxing explained in a loud voice, and when he saw a team of guards patrolling the palace, he covered his mouth with both hands to silence himself.

After the guards left, Han Zhou asked again earnestly: "Then can you teach me my homework?"

Xie Nanxing raised his head and looked into Han Zhou's eyes. Through Han Zhou's determined features, he seemed to see countless heroes of the Han family who had died on the battlefield for the people.

Xie Nanxing's heart suddenly tilted, and he nodded despite all the potential risks: "Don't talk about my prince again in the future, and I will teach you."

"Xie Nanxing, you are so nice to me."

Han Zhou looked silly when he nodded, and he looked a little stupid when he jumped forward, but when the midday sun shone on Han Zhou's body, Xie Nanxing felt that he was very lively.

In this city of the powerful, in the Zhongqin Marquis Mansion suppressed by imperial power, Han Zhou still has the sincere spirit of youth.

After walking a few steps towards the palace gate, Han Zhou shouted loudly towards Xie Nanxing's back: "Xie Nanxing, I like you. I like you very much."

In the mind of thirteen-year-old Han Zhou, there are obstacles everywhere in his way to becoming the person he wants to be. Only Xie Nanxing chooses to stand on the same front with him.

Every tablet in the ancestral hall told Han Zhou what the battlefield meant.

But as long as the Tartars are not eliminated, someone has to guard this country.

Xie Nanxing quickened his pace just by hearing this. He always felt that what Han Zhou said was very dangerous.

Shen Jinmo had lived in the Imperial Hospital for too long. In order to avoid the inconvenience of outsiders meeting the women in the palace, the Imperial Hospital set up a separate room for Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo experienced another round of pain from the poison last night, and he still looked a little haggard at this moment.

The day of leaving the Imperial Medical Bureau is nowhere in sight. These days are more like a disguised form of imprisonment than recuperation.

The purpose of imprisonment is naturally that Xia Hong hopes he can figure it out:

Who holds the reins?

Who can give Shen Jinmo a good way to survive?

Without knocking, Xie Nanxing pushed the door open and walked in, breathing slightly panting: "Shen Jinmo, were you okay last night?"

"With Doctor Shu here, it only hurts a little."

"Don't lie to me, you look bad."

Very gentle words, without any rebuke.

Xie Nanxing just wanted to tell Shen Jinmo that he had eyes and could see for himself.

Shen Jinmo put down the brush in his hand, stood up, took Xie Nanxing's package, and handed the wet handkerchief to Xie Nanxing: "Why are you sweating so much? Is someone chasing you?"

"It's much scarier than this." Xie Nanxing wiped her face and neck with a handkerchief and continued to explain: "Han Zhou is sick. He kept shouting behind my back that he likes me."