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

He bent down and walked to Shen Jinmo's side, lifted Shen Jinmo's arm and pressed it on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and just helped Shen Jinmo up a little, but his legs could not support Shen Jinmo's weight and he fell straight back.

The sudden change brought Shen Jinmo back to his senses in an instant. His numb knees had no feeling at all. Shen Jinmo used both hands to hold Xie Nanxing in his arms and used his body to cushion Xie Nanxing.

The person pressing on Shen Jinmo felt light and weightless. Shen Jinmo noticed that Xie Nanxing had lost weight again.

The little bit of meat that I spent half a year to grow has all been lost in the past few days.

Shen Jinmo made Xie Nanxing worried.

He put his arms around Xie Nanxing's waist and looked up to meet her watery eyes.

As time passed, all the sounds in the world disappeared completely at this moment, and the only sound left in the ancestral hall was the heartbeats of the two people like drums.

The heartbeat quickens, the body temperature rises, and after the agitation, it quickly calms down.

This is the ancestral temple, where the heroic spirits are enshrined that even Shen Jinmo is willing to kneel down to worship.

Supporting Shen Jinmo's chest with both hands, Xie Nanxing broke free from Shen Jinmo's restraints and climbed up.

After taking the meal out of the lunch box and arranging it, Xie Nanxing no longer had the intention of supporting Shen Jinmo.

Xie Nanxing might never be able to support the crumbling Shen Jinmo in his lifetime.

The dark clouds outside the window slowly dissipated, and the moonlight shone into the ancestral hall through the window, exuding a peaceful power.

Shen Jinmo was eating steamed bread slices with egg drop soup. Xie Nanxing took out the folding fan in her arms and used it to dispel the heat from Shen Jinmo.

No one spoke, no one explained.

No words needed, no explanations needed.

Xie Nanxing tilted his head and looked at Shen Jinmo who was putting the dishes into the food box. He asked in a very soft voice: "Shen Jinmo, are you full?"

"I'm full." His voice was hoarse, a sound Xie Nanxing had never heard before, because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Behind the hoarseness lies loneliness.

"Shen Jinmo, I still have a home as long as I am here."

Xie Nanxing will accompany Shen Jinmo for many, many years.

Shen Jinmo didn't say anything, but the sharpness on his body softened visibly.

Xie Nanxing stood up from the futon, holding the food box in his hand, and smiled at Shen Jinmo, "I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Shen Jinmo also stood up, held Xie Nanxing's wrist, walked around hundreds of spirit tablets and went to the back of the ancestral hall.

The secret door that had not been opened for a long time was pushed open, and dust fell from the door frame. Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing in his arms.

All the dust fell on Shen Jinmo's head, but Xie Nanxing was not stained at all.

When Shen Jinmo was young, he was not a very obedient person. He often knelt in this ancestral hall. After kneeling for a long time and gaining experience, he took advantage of Xia Xin's inattention and created this secret door.

And now there is one more person who knows about this secret door.

Pushing Xie Nanxing out of the ancestral hall, Shen Jinmo wanted Xie Nanxing to take good care of herself, so he gently reminded her: "The weather will be cold soon, let Mo Ping ask the tailor to measure your size and make new clothes for you."

"Don't make the clothes too big this time. Make sure they fit just right for now."

"I don't want it. You can use your own people." Xie Nanxing didn't want to find someone to make clothes for himself. Shen Jinmo asked him to do it once, so he wanted to keep asking for it.

Shen Jinmo admires him as a person, and he will always admire him.

"I will come after class every day, and I will also put aside my studies in Hanzhou for the time being, so don't be afraid."

When people have hope, they will be braver when walking in the darkness.

After walking a few steps in the moonlight, Xie Nanxing looked back reluctantly, but only saw the closed secret door.

Xie Nanxing actually understood that Shen Jinmo didn't want him to know about these heavy things, and even more so didn't want Xie Nanxing to bear all this despair with him.

Xie Nanxing would not ask or question any of Shen Jinmo's decisions.

Xie Nanxing would use all means to get to Shen Jinmo's side, and use actions and words to tell Shen Jinmo again and again: He is not alone.

Sitting in Hanying Courtyard, Xia Xin received the news that Shen Jinmo had finished his meal, and then she got up and left the courtyard under the cover of night.

Walking alone into the exclusive secret passage leading to Xiaoyao Palace, Xia Xin's fatigue was somewhat revealed no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Chen Luo saw Xia Xin from afar, so she went over to her and helped her sit down, while she held her pulse with one hand.

Her expression was not revealed, but her voice was filled with a faint smile: "Imperial sister, I will prescribe a prescription for you, remember to drink it on time."

Since Chen Luo had written the prescription herself, Xia Che knew that Xia Xin had been worrying too much about Shen Jinmo's matter.

"A Luo, how is my sister doing?"

"It's not a big deal. Just relax, my dear sister. Everything will be fine."

Chen Luo did not choose to pass on her anxiety to Xia Xin and Xia Che. Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine.

"Che'er, I once thought that Shen Wangheng returned to Luo'an to walk side by side with us."

"You handed the Qiling Army over to him. Sister has failed you."

Xia Xin's son chose to betray the direct lineage, so she wanted to tell Xia Che that Shen Jinmo was not trustworthy, must not be trusted, and did not need to be protected.

Xia Che's warm eyes were filled with a smile, and his fair hands fell behind Xia Xin, patting her gently: "The Qiling Army was left to my sister by my father. No matter how my sister handles it, I will support her."

During the twelve years of hard struggle in Luoan City, Xia Xin gave all her warmth and love to Xia Che, including the one that Xia Xin could not give to Shen Jinmo.

"But if this Qi Ling Army was handed over to you, your current situation would definitely be much better."

New ministers came to power, loyal ministers died tragically, and neutral ministers turned against the government.

Xia Hong had laid an ambush for more than ten years to catch them off guard, and the Qiling Army was the only bargaining chip they could hold on to in their difficult situation.

"Imperial sister, you are thinking the wrong thing." He made a cup of hot tea for Xia Xin: "The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing the treasure. If Qi Lingjun was in my hands, I would have died long ago."

"Royal sister, you and I must remember that there is no Qiling Army in this world anymore."

Shen Jinmo has this bargaining chip in his hand, and even if Xia Che and Xia Xin knew about it, they couldn't mention it.

The day that Qi Ling’s army is exposed will either be the day of their victory or the day of their death.

Chen Luo couldn't bear to see Xia Xin so heartbroken, and she didn't believe that Shen Jinmo would really betray them: "Royal sister, no matter how the world changes, Wang Heng will always be your son."

"Among the noble children in Manluoan, which child hasn't made his parents mad to death?"

"When I was young, I insisted on becoming a doctor. I almost pissed off my father and wanted to disown me. But now I'm doing fine, right?"

"Luo'er, sister knows, thank you for your comfort."

However, Xia Xin knew that what happened between Shen Jinmo and Chen Luo in the past could not be compared.

The main purpose of her coming today was to give Xia Che an explanation regarding the matter between Qi Lingjun and Shen Jinmo.

After today, Xia Xin must return to her invincible appearance as Princess Pingnan.

Shen Jinmo chose his own path. Xia Xin was not sure if she could just stand by and watch what happened to Shen Jinmo, but she was already learning to let go and forget.

Forgetting the son who had excelled before the age of nine, letting go of the son who had returned to Luoan and wanted to take his own path.