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

"Humph." Xie Nanxing stood up from the stool and said with a smile: "My life is worthless. I can't bear to live a few more years."

"Eighth Prince, Xie Nanxing belongs to Prince Mo." Han Zhou pushed the woman in his arms away, his voice filled with hostility: "Prince Mo belongs to the Emperor."

"The Emperor has said that Xie Nanxing has half the say over Prince Mo's fate."

"Hahaha." Xia Cheng's smile was quite weird.

This was the first time in his life that Xia Cheng was threatened like this, and he actually couldn't do anything to deal with Xie Nanxing.

But he had to calm down: "Prince Han and Nan Xing, please don't leave too early. All the young masters here want to get to know you two."

"You left too early. This prince and all the gentlemen present here will be angry. If they all get angry and hold a grudge against Prince Shang Mo, it will be bad."

"Oh, by the way, if Mr. Xie regrets anything, you can come to me at any time."

Xia Cheng wanted to let Xie Nanxing see what would happen to him in the future if he, as a man, submitted to Shen Jinmo.

And joining Xia Cheng was the most worthwhile decision for Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing nodded respectfully, drinking tea instead of wine, "Don't worry, Eighth Prince. I will stay until the last moment."

The emperor and his nobles were drunk, so how could they care about the etiquette of comrades? All Xia Cheng wanted to do was to vent his anger.

He casually left with his arm around a woman. A steady stream of people flocked to Xie Nanxing and Han Zhou, lining up to toast them with drinks, and Han Zhou drank all the drinks by himself.

Xie Nanxing watched as these people rushed towards the dancing singing girl with wine cups in their hands.

Xie Nanxing watched these people exchange the young waiters they brought with them.

Xie Nanxing watched as a few young men gathered together, playing freely in the bushes without even entering the side rooms.

All the laughter disappeared, and Xie Nanxing heard crying, screaming and begging for mercy.

It turned out that the thing was not as exciting as what was heard in Qin Chu Tower, nor as passionate as described in the storybooks.

If a man in Luoan city is submissive to a man, he is not even considered a human being.

Xie Nanxing wanted to leave, but he was afraid of implicating Shen Jinmo.

He wanted to ask Shen Jinmo to save him, but Shen Jinmo was not in Luoan.

Xie Nanxing had never thought that when she followed Shen Jinmo in the past, she would see the appearance of this young master from a noble family after he put on gorgeous clothes.

And this is the true face of the young master of a noble family today.

Dirty, selfish, greedy, and in cahoots with the crowd.

This dynasty has begun to rot from the powerful and wealthy.

Zhong Luan moved a stool and quietly approached Xie Nanxing, who was struck by lightning. He raised his hand and pointed at the debauchery around him. He did not feel uncomfortable, but instead found his own fun.

"Xie Nanxing, all the noble young men in Luoan play like this, you need to fit in as soon as possible."

Zhong Luan was persuading Xie Nanxing, he was bringing Xie Nanxing into the top circle of the Great Xia Dynasty, he was introducing Xie Nanxing to the world.

"Sometimes, if you have fun together and flirt with each other in private, you will develop a network of people."

Glancing sideways at Zhong Luan, Xie Nanxing asked with a smile, "Oh, why should I fit in? Could it be that Master Zhong thinks this is a good thing?"

"Eh..." Zhong Luan was speechless. No one had ever asked him such a question before: "Everyone does this. If you don't do this, you are an outlier."

The path that belongs to the outliers is particularly difficult to walk, or even impossible to walk.

A slender man in white underwear and with his hair loose ran out from the backyard room. His underwear was dotted with red, like winter plum blossoms.

"I don't want to, save me."

I cried for help, but no one was willing to lend a hand.

The man was running around the hall looking for a way to survive. When he passed by Xie Nanxing, Xie Nanxing saw clearly that what was adorning the man's clothes was not red plums, but blood.

He directly drew the sword from Mo Ping's hand, pointed it at the young masters who were chasing him, and said loudly: "If he doesn't want to, why force him?"

There was silence all around for a moment. The man who was running away turned around and looked at Xie Nanxing. A flash of light flashed in his gray peach blossom eyes.

Xia Cheng's eyes swept over Xie Nanxing. He wanted Xie Nanxing to see this: "Everyone, play as you please. If anything goes wrong, it will be the prince's fault."

As soon as he finished speaking, the noise in the hall returned. The man who escaped from the room was caught by the guards and carried back to the backyard.

Xie Nanxing dejectedly put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard and sat quietly on the stool.

He looked up at Han Zhou who was still drinking and socializing, and glanced sideways at Zhong Luan who was sitting next to him.

The bright sparks in those beautiful eyes gradually grew colder and turned into ice that could kill people.

Xie Nanxing felt so sad, depressed and heavy.

But he could do nothing and no one could save him.

Xie Nanxing thought of himself.

This is the atmosphere in Luoan City. Will Shen Jinmo, who returned to Luoan City from Yunhuai Village and has been in this circle for several years, become corrupt as well?

At that time, what kind of fate would he, a person as insignificant as a blade of grass, have?

Xie Nanxing could die, but she could not accept that she was humiliated to death by Shen Jinmo.

"Xie Nanxing, if Prince Mo treats you badly in the future, you can come to me."

Zhong Luan spoke tentatively, expressing his inner desire: "I will protect you and will not let anyone else touch you."

"You still want a man who has been touched by others? Don't you think it's dirty?" Who said that only women's lives are worthless? Among the men in this courtyard, which one lives like a human being?

"Or have I always been a toy that you can share with each other?"

"It doesn't matter what Prince Zhong thinks, but you have to remember that even if I, Xie Nanxing, am a plaything, I will never fall into Prince Zhong's hands."

Every word Xie Nanxing said carried a sharpness that Zhong Luan had never seen before. He didn't know how to explain it. All he could say was the naked reality of Luoan.

"Xie Nanxing, no one in Luoan City will marry a man, not even Shen Jinmo."

"Marrying a man means having no legitimate children. This will cause the family to be expelled and the powerful to laugh at you."

Han Zhou was a little drunk and could barely understand what Zhong Luan said. He picked up Zhong Luan and threw him to the ground.

Looking back at Xie Nanxing, even though he was drunk, Han Zhou could see that Xie Nanxing was suffocating.

Han Zhou's heart felt so sour and painful.

He failed to protect Xie Nanxing.

This realization drove Han Zhou mad, and he kicked Zhong Luan away, his voice filled with murderous intent: "You are useless, so why do you say Shen Jinmo is useless?"

The drowsy young nobleman in the mansion had indulged in pleasure and had long lost his mind, and no one noticed the dispute here.

Han Zhou held Xie Nanxing's wrist with his backhand and staggered in front of Xia Cheng: "Eighth Prince, it's getting late. I want to take Xie Nanxing home."

Xia Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took the fruit that the woman in his arms fed him with her red lips, and chewed it slowly: "Master Xie, are you leaving now?"