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

Lu Yan led the person who was trapped by Shen Jinmo out of the bamboo forest, and warned him with a serious look.

"What happens in the Princess's Mansion must stay in this Mansion. If any rumors are spread outside, not only you but also your family members will suffer."

After giving the warning, Lu Yan softened his voice and told these people to remember the reason for today's incident.

"There is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. You all have seen clearly what happened today. The young master is the master, and we servants cannot control our mouths. Who would dare to use Man Luoan?"

After dealing with the servants, Lu Yan hurried to the bamboo forest again, gave a lot of instructions to the guards surrounding the bamboo forest, and then returned to Xia Xin's side.

Shen Jinmo put the blood-stained whip into the copper basin handed to him by Mo Ping. His white and slender knuckles entered the water and were soaked with blood.

Picking up the cloth beside the copper basin and drying his hands, Shen Jinmo slowly approached Xia Xin. His words seemed nonchalant, but were actually full of complaints.

"It turns out that the mother only appears after her son kills someone."

Trying her best to ignore the four people who were tortured to death on the ground, Xia Xin suppressed her anger and asked in a soft voice, "Xiao Mo, he just blocked all the dangerous people from entering, why did he die?"

"Mother, there is only one person by your son's side now."

"My mother is the boss of the Princess's Mansion. Since she is unwilling to protect me and Xie Nanxing, I can only do it myself. Let these people watch and see what happens when you slander your master."

"These people are just like wild beasts in the mountains. You have to scare them so that they can remember who is the master and who cannot be bitten."

Even though he had already made an estimate in his mind, the sparkling light in Xia Xin's eyes still made Shen Jinmo's heart ache.

He turned his back and no longer looked at Xia Xin.

If there were other choices, wouldn't Shen Jinmo want to be the carefree and unrestrained young man who rode a horse along the street in his mother's mind?

"Wang Heng, people's words are scary." After Shen Jinmo came of age, Xia Xin called Shen Jinmo by his courtesy name for the first time, with great sorrow and grief.

"Have you ever thought about the future when you act like this?"

He pulled out the long whip from his waist and smashed the blue bricks at Shen Jinmo's feet.

Xia Xin is venting, suppressing, and restraining herself.

"Did the mother ever give her son a future?"

"Your son has become a seventh-rank official in the Imperial Guards Department. Who among the civil and military officials in the court would not make fun of your son when they see him?"

"Even the younger generation of the inferior family dared to let his son crawl under his crotch."

"Today you whipped my son for a few slaves. In your eyes, is my son not even as good as a slave?"

"Is this Princess's Mansion really still my son's home?"

"Xiao Mo, mother is the same..." She still had some rationality left, and she knew that walls have ears, so she didn't dare to say the words "to protect you".

Because if he said this, Shen Jinmo would fall into a more difficult situation.

The air was deadlocked for a moment, and Xia Xin realized it belatedly that Shen Jinmo's complaint was like a blow to the head.

"Are you protesting against me as your mother?"

Unbelievable, unbelievable, Xia Xin's fingertips turned white as she gripped the whip handle: "You beat them to death to show your anger to mother?"

Shen Jinmo suddenly turned around, staring at Xia Xin with his hawk-like eyes, and asked, "How dare my son?"

There was a rumbling in her head and a dark dizziness flashed before Xia Xin's eyes. After taking several steps back, she was able to stand firmly with the help of Lv Yan.

Xia Xin could accept that Shen Jinmo acted this way to protect Xie Nanxing's dignity and respect.

Xia Xin could accept the resentment Shen Jinmo felt towards her after being treated coldly by her.

But Xia Xin couldn't accept that her son vented his hatred towards her by torturing and killing others.

The son she brought into this world with great effort, the son he gave up to protect, should walk on the right path.

When he opened his tightly closed eyes again, they were already covered with mist. Xia Xin's scolding voice was filled with majesty: "Killing innocent people? Did you ignore the teachings of the Master and me?"

"Mother, you are too serious." He smiled contemptuously and didn't take it seriously.

"My son just dealt with those gossipers himself. How did it become a case of killing innocent people?"

"My son was born in this royal and noble family. He was born to be high and mighty. What does beating and killing a few servants mean?"

Shen Jinmo's words that regarded human life as worthless made Xia Xin's emotions completely out of control: "You are so presumptuous, who gave you the right to forget your ancestors?"

"Your maternal grandfather was also a farmer, and I was also born of a farmer. Do you want to whip both me and your maternal grandfather?"

The whip was raised, but in the end, it did not fall on Shen Jinmo: "Go to the ancestral hall and kneel down. When you have thought it through, come out."

"Why should this prince kneel?" Shen Jinmo was very dissatisfied with this treatment in his arrogant voice: "Kill a few servants and let me, the master, kneel. Mother, do you think your son is not even as good as a servant?"

"Come here, tie up the prince and lock him up in the ancestral hall."

The guards attacked from all directions. Shen Jinmo pulled out the soft whip soaked in blood: "Mother, do you think your son has made no progress after being hunted for more than ten years?"

"These people are no match for my son. Mother, please stop."

Xia Xin frowned and raised one hand, and all the guards who were originally hesitating attacked Shen Jinmo.

Hundreds of personal guards who did not dare to kill were beaten to the point where they had no power to fight back in less than half an hour.

In sharp contrast, Shen Jinmo, whose body was completely black, was not stained with a trace of blood.

After dealing with these guards, Shen Jinmo turned to look at Xia Xin, with a protesting smile on his face.

Shen Jun, who hurriedly sent the guests away, saw Xia Xin's heartbroken look when he arrived at the bamboo forest. He drew the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Shen Jinmo.

There is no need to ask the reason. As a son, Shen Jinmo has no right to hurt Xia Xin.

"Wang Heng, apologize to your mother."

"I'm not wrong." Shen Jun drew his sword without asking why, which made Shen Jinmo even more resentful.

The whip in his hand confronted Shen Jun's sword head-on, his eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and his words were full of complaints to his parents: "You are the ones who are wrong, you never wanted me to come back, you just wanted me to die outside."

Every word was heart-wrenching. Xia Xin trembled with her lips, unable to utter a word of explanation.

The battle between father and son became tense. This was the first time that Xia Xin witnessed Shen Jinmo's true ability, an all-out effort that was only revealed when he was confronting Shen Jun.

But Xia Xin never dreamed that she would see Shen Jinmo use all his skills in such an occasion.

The whip in his hand finally swung towards Shen Jinmo.

The two joined forces, and hundreds of personal guards rushed in again and finally subdued Shen Jinmo.

Tying up her own son with her own hands, Xia Xin squatted in front of Shen Jinmo and forced him to look her in the eye: "Wang Heng, a real man walking between heaven and earth should do what he should do and what he should not do."

"If you hate me, you can come directly to me instead of beating and killing my servants to achieve your goal."

Shen Jun glanced at Shen Jinmo solemnly, bent down, hugged the trembling Xia Xin into his arms, and gave orders in a stern voice.

"Come here, lock him up in the ancestral hall."

"No one is allowed to bring him food. If he can't figure it out one day, he will kneel in the ancestral temple for one day."