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

Shen Jinmo smiled and took two steps back: "Mo Ping, move the stool down and help Xie Nanxing."

The tears that had just stopped flowing once again flowed down Xie Nanxing's eyes: "Shen Jinmo, you have to wait for me, I will try my best."

"Don't cry. It won't look good if you cry." Her lips curled slightly and her words were clear and sweet. "Hurry up and go to school. I may not be able to pick you up after class today. Don't worry."

After being comforted by Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing felt even more aggrieved.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then walked towards the palace with her head lowered, but the tears in the corners of her eyes seemed to refuse to be wiped away.

Watching Xie Nanxing enter the palace and looking at the backs of Xie Nanxing and Han Zhou standing side by side, Shen Jinmo's heart was filled with anger.

Turning around and getting on the carriage, Mo Ping drove the horse forward cautiously.

The study door was slammed shut by the whip, and the next whip landed directly on Mo Ping.

The severe pain was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to Mo Ping's fear of Shen Jinmo who was standing in front of him.

"Is that how you take care of him?"

It has only been five days since Shen Jinmo left Luo An, and Luo An has already tormented Xie Nanxing into this state?

Kneeling on his knees, blood swirls on the floor, Mo Ping told Shen Jinmo everything about the people he met and what happened during these days.

After kowtowed three times in a row, Mo Ping did not dare to look up at Shen Jinmo, because Shen Jinmo's eyes were filled with the dark fire of hell.

Shen Jinmo wanted to avenge Xie Nanxing, even though Xie Nanxing didn't know that Shen Jinmo had done these things.

The blood on the floor slid to Shen Jinmo's feet. Shen Jinmo took a step forward, squatted down, and lifted Mo Ping's chin with the handle of the whip, with the murderous intention of slaughtering everything.

"Mo Ping, did I never tell you that you have to protect Xie Nanxing with your life?"

"You could see he wasn't feeling well, why didn't you take him away?"

"He already asked to save that person, why didn't you do it for him?"

Being willful and rampant to the extreme, and being spoiled and indulged to the extreme, Xie Nanxing, who is protected by Shen Jinmo, does not need to submit to anyone.

Shen Jinmo will do all those things that require groveling and crawling on his knees himself.

Mo Ping's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and it was unclear whether the blood flowing from the corners of his eyes was tears or blood: "For the sake of the young master, are you going to make enemies with the nobles of Manluoan?"

"Mo Ping, you are wrong." Retracting the whip handle, Shen Jinmo stood up from the ground: "This prince returned to Luoan just to make enemies with them."

Mo Ping raised his head and tapped the ground again. He knew he was wrong. He was wrong from the beginning.

His master could take on all the evil in the world on his own, but he could not accept Xie Nanxing suffering any injustice.

It was he who failed Shen Jinmo's trust and confidence in him.

"Go get your thirty strokes of the cane. If you do it again, you'll be killed."

Holding the whip, Shen Jinmo turned and left the Princess's Mansion, galloping towards the Eighth Prince's residence.

He kicked open the tightly closed door of the mansion, and the guards who came to stop Shen Jinmo were knocked to the ground by Shen Jinmo's whip, screaming in pain.

The door of the mansion was locked by Shen Jinmo himself. He turned around and looked at the guards in the courtyard. The smile on Shen Jinmo's face was extremely cold: "Where is the Eighth Prince?"

Shen Jinmo came with bad intentions, so the servants in this mansion could only lower their heads and dare not reveal any of Xia Cheng's whereabouts.

He casually put the whip in his hand around someone's head and applied slight force. The person pointed in a direction while suffocating to death.

The retracted whip was swung towards the pillar, and the chained guard vomited blood on the spot and fainted on the marble floor.

Instead of going towards where the Eighth Prince was, Shen Jinmo moved a chair and sat directly at the gate.

The noise woke up the servants of the young masters of various noble families, and they all returned to the rooms to wake up their own masters and wait for their decisions.

More and more ragged nobles appeared at the gate. Looking at each other, they didn't believe that Shen Jinmo could really do anything with so many of them.

"What is Prince Mo doing here in the Eighth Prince's residence?"

"Shh!"

"Snapped!"

The whip fell without any hesitation, attacking everyone in the yard indiscriminately.

There were wailing sounds everywhere, and the floor that had just been cleaned this morning was now stained with blood again.

The people bleeding on the floor today are the perpetrators of last night's tragedy.

Shen Jinmo naturally did not come here with the intention of upholding justice for the weak, but these people had touched his reverse scale and he should not live a good life.

The front yard was filled with noble young men lying all over the place with blood on their bodies. Shen Jinmo walked towards the rooms in the backyard with steady steps.

The whip soaked in blood became heavier, the doors of the rooms were thrown open one after another, and wailing, begging for mercy, and warnings were heard from the backyard.

Just like the front yard an hour ago.

The door of the study was whipped open. Xia Cheng looked at Shen Jinmo and chuckled, "Wang Heng, did you enjoy the fight today?"

Xia Cheng naturally knew that Shen Jinmo had beaten this powerful young man in the mansion, but Xia Cheng did not scold Shen Jinmo for beating him.

Shen Jinmo will have to pay for the sins he has committed.

Xia Cheng just didn't believe that Shen Jinmo, who had committed such a disaster, could be forgiven.

"Eighth Prince?"

Shen Jinmo found a chair and sat down. The blood-stained whip was winding on Xia Cheng's desk, which was more rustic and heavy than the top-grade rosewood desk.

"Why do you insist on calling Xie Nanxing here? What do you want from me?"

"Wang Heng, this prince only invited Xie Nanxing to the dinner, and did not embarrass Mr. Xie."

"Oh? Really?" Shen Jinmo grasped the handle of the whip and whipped Xia Cheng's arm with a neither light nor heavy blow. His clothes were torn and his skin was torn in an instant.

"Eighth Prince, you have seven older brothers. The Crown Prince is both the eldest and the legitimate son, so it is not your turn."

Under Xia Cheng's angry eyes, Shen Jinmo whipped him again: "If you want to live, keep a low profile. You are so reckless in trying to win over court officials. Are you planning a rebellion?"

"Shen Jinmo." He slapped the desk with his palm, and the blood on his palm was unclear whether it was his own or someone else's: "How dare you be so bold as to attack this prince."

Xia Cheng didn't want to respond directly to Shen Jinmo's question. He felt that his chances of ascending the throne were higher than Xia Ling's.

Another whip swung down and landed on Xia Cheng's other hand. Shen Jinmo stood up and supported himself on the desk: "Eighth Prince, believe it or not, if I beat you, I can get away with it tomorrow."

"Do you know why?"

The voice became softer and softer, more and more terrifying, and more and more weird. Xia Cheng's scalp tingled and his limbs became weak.

"Because, whether it was when he was planning his kingdom or when he first ascended the throne, the emperor wanted to win over the powerful and influential, and letting his son bring these people into the game was his greatest sincerity."

"And now, the emperor is consolidating his power."

Shen Jinmo not only wanted Xia Cheng to be tortured by physical pain, but also wanted him to be enveloped in fear: "Those princes who were originally used as pawns really have no chance."

"But Eighth Prince, your clean identity is gone now." He locked Xia Cheng's throat with one hand: "You still have no innocence in this situation."

"I think you will die earlier than other princes."