Xie Shizi's shameless daily life

After Xie Jin finished the biscuits in big mouthfuls, he took two more from the soldiers and put them in his arms, then continued to look for Zhao Shu along the cliff.

These two cakes must be kept safe and given to Shu'er after we find her. She hasn't eaten for such a long time since yesterday, she must be starving.

They didn't know how long they had stayed in the mountains. They only knew that from day to dark, and from sunrise to dusk, it repeated over and over again, with day and night reversed.

The soldiers were sleeping on the ground. Xie Jin hadn't had a change of clothes for several days, and his body already smelled sour. He walked with a pale face and untidy beard, and his voice was hoarse and he couldn't shout out.

But even though he couldn't make any sound, his mouth kept opening and closing.

"Cousin Jin!" a voice came from a distance.

Xie Jin slowly turned around, and Zhao Shu ran towards him in two steps, standing in front of him with a smile: "Cousin Jin, I have been looking for the way in this mountain for several days, and finally I found you."

Xie Jin stared blankly at the person in front of him. Zhao Shu raised her hand and waved in front of him: "Cousin Jin?"

Xie Jin grabbed Zhao Shu's hand and squeezed it. Zhao Shu cried out in pain: "It hurts!"

Hearing the cry of pain, Xie Jin pulled Zhao Shu into his arms and hugged her tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Zhao Shu was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe: "Cousin Jin, I'm being strangled to death!"

Hearing this, Xie Jin quickly let her go and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Shu looked at his nervous expression and smiled: "No."

Looking at the heartless girl in front of him, Xie Jin's eyes were filled with emotions. Finally, he followed his heart and put his hand on Zhao Shu's head, gently rubbing it twice: "Sorry."

Zhao Shu opened her innocent almond eyes and looked up at him: "Why did cousin Jin say sorry to me?"

Xie Jin recalled the scene in the Golden Palace before, his throat choked, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Shu opened her eyes wide in confusion: "Cousin Jin, you asked me before, it doesn't hurt."

Xie Jin raised his hand to push the hair on Zhao Shu's face behind her ears: "Does it hurt when those sticks hit you?"

Zhao Shu was stunned for a moment, then she squatted down in panic, buried her head in her arms, and burst into tears.

Xie Jin squatted down with her helplessly: "Shu, Shu'er."

Zhao Shu raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Cousin Jin, why didn't you save me at that time?"

"Why!"

Zhao Shu showed a look of fear on her face: "I was in so much pain at that time, I almost passed out. I begged you, but why didn't you come to save me?"

Xie Jin's voice was so low and hoarse: "I"

Zhao Shu pushed him away and pointed her slender finger at him: "You are not my cousin Jin. Cousin Jin would not treat me like this. He would not watch me in pain and not save me. He would not disregard my life for others. You are not my cousin Jin!"

Zhao Shu took out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed it straight into Xie Jin's chest.

Xie Jin did not resist. He lay on the ground calmly, allowing Zhao Shu to stab him in the chest again and again.

Xie Jin's eyes gradually became blurred, and he vaguely wondered if Shu'er was in as much pain as he was at that time?

Xian Guogong Mansion.

Xie Jingrong looked solemnly at Xie Jin, who was still unconscious and talking nonsense.

Xie Jin's lips were pale and his forehead was covered with sweat. The servants were busy coming in and out to change the water and cold towels.

Zhou Huijie looked at her son lying on the bed with two of his three souls missing. She couldn't bear it anymore and turned around, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and sobbed softly.

Xie Jingrong turned around and put his arm around Zhou Huijie's shoulders, comforting her in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Jin'er is my child, he will get through it."

Zhou Huijie turned around and walked to Xie Jin's bedside and sat down. She looked at Xie Jin's pale face and couldn't help sobbing, "Jin'er has been crying out in pain. The doctor has checked and said that he has no injuries. So where exactly is he hurting?"

Zhou Huijie wiped the cold sweat off his face with a handkerchief: "Jin'er, tell me, where does it hurt?"

Xie Jingrong said solemnly: "That girl Zhao Shu is gone."

Zhou Huijie was stunned, turned to look at him and asked: "How could it be!?"

Xie Jingrong looked at Xie Jin's pale face and said, "During the coup, Zhao Shu was also present. Qin Zhi held her hostage and asked Zhao Yao and Jin'er to choose between her and Your Majesty. Your Majesty was unharmed."

In other words, Zhao Shu died, died in a weighing of pros and cons, died in a heartbreaking choice. Zhou Huijie looked at his son on the bed, and then cursed: "Qin Zhi, that beast!"

Zhou Huijie burst into tears and choked up, "What should I do? Miss Zhao Shu is dead, what should Jin'er do?"

"Jin'er is only a boy of fifteen years old. How can he bear all this? That girl has been following him around since she was a child. How is she any different from his biological sister?"

Zhou Huijie pounded the bed twice in anger: "Beast!"

Xie Jingrong silently looked at his son who was in a coma on the bed, fearing that he was not just treating her as his sister.
In a thatched hut in the mountains, Zhao Shu was lying on a bare wooden board, in tattered clothes and covered in blood. An old man with scars all over his face and a hunched back pushed the door and walked in.

In the dim room, the old man stood hunched over, motionless in front of the wooden board, looking at the person lying on it.

The moonlight was dim and the cool night wind startled the old man's clothes.

A rough and unpleasant voice sounded from the room: "He is quite lucky. It has been so many days and he is still alive."

Ever since Xie Jin fell into a coma, Zhou Huijie has been guarding his bedside every day in plain clothes. Except for helping Xie Jin change his clothes while he was in a coma, she did everything else for him.

In this way, Zhou Huijie took care of the unconscious Xie Jin in every detail, and Xie Jin lay in bed in a daze for nearly half a month.

That day, when Zhou Huijie went out for a while, Xie Jin slowly opened his eyes.

Xie Jin stared at the ceiling of the tent with lifeless eyes, then silently stood up and walked to the screen, took down the outer robe hanging there, and put it on silently.

"Bang!" The sound of a wooden basin filled with water falling to the ground was heard at the door.

The maid looked at Xie Jin who had suddenly woken up in shock, then turned and ran out the door, shouting as she ran: "Madam! Madam! The prince is awake!"

The courtyard, which had been filled with a heavy atmosphere, suddenly became lively. Sounds of surprise, sighs of relief, and clearly audible sobs of joy all reached Xie Jin's ears without missing a single one.

A familiar figure ran into the house first and hugged Xie Jin into his arms.

Xie Jin's steps towards the outside suddenly paused, and he looked at the person in front of him helplessly.

Zhou Huijie did not lose her composure for too long. After noticing the silence of her son in her arms, she immediately let go of Xie Jin.

Zhou Huijie wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief without leaving any trace, looked at Xie Jin with a half-happy and half-complex expression and said, "It's good that you woke up, it's good that you woke up."

Then she looked at him and asked cautiously, "Jin'er, where are you going?"

Xie Jin did not hide anything. He admitted openly, "Go find Zhao Shu."

Looking at Xie Jin who looked normal, Zhou Huijie said softly, "Do you remember what happened on the cliff that day?"

During the time that Xie Jingrong took care of Xie Jin, he told her everything that happened that day, so she knew what happened on the day of the palace coup.

Xie Jin nodded: "Remember."

Zhou Huijie paused in his heart, and asked softly, "In a few days, the Xuanping Marquis' Mansion will hold a funeral for Shu'er. Then shall we go and pay our respects together?"

Xie Jin's gentle expression suddenly became stiff. He looked at Zhou Huijie unhappily: "Mom, Zhao Shu is not dead!"

Since Xie Jin was ten years old, he has never called Zhou Huijie "mother" again, but "mother". At the beginning, when Xie Jin was still young, Zhou Huijie could coax him to call her that, but in recent years, as he has grown older, it has become increasingly difficult to pry the word "mother" out of his mouth.

Seeing Xie Jin speaking so seriously, Zhou Huijie was startled. She suppressed her inner anxiety and forced a smile, "Mother knows that you can't accept the fact that Shu'er is gone, but you have always been a strong child. Mother believes that you will."

Xie Jin interrupted her: "Zhao Shu is not dead!"

"I say it again, Zhao Shu is not dead!" Xie Jin repeated solemnly.

Xie Jin had a calm expression on his face, but his tone was serious and unquestionable.

(End of this chapter)