Luo Xi looked at his face longingly, hearing every word in his ears and remembering it in his heart.
There are five forces in total.
The Criminal and Civil Affairs Departments are neutral, the Commercial Department is from Jing Mulie's side, the Household Department is from Jing Mohao's side, and the rest should be left to the Military Department.
"Then there is also a military department.
The military department should be the most important department, right?
Will they help us?"
When Jing Mohao heard this, he seemed to think of something, lowered his gaze, and said, "It's hard to say.
"What do you mean it's hard to say?
Could it be that the military is also neutral?"
Luo Xi couldn't understand.
If the military department is also neutral, then things will be really difficult to handle.
After all, Jing Mulie is in office now, and these neutral factions will all work for the current prince.
It's okay to try two against three, but if it's one against four, I'm afraid it's more likely to end.
Just as Luo Xi was about to ask more questions, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a scar on the man's chest.
She never remembered that he had scars on his body.
Did he really suffer some inhuman torture?
"Bah" Luo Xi ripped the man's shirt open to the end.
"Luo Xi" The man felt a gust of wind coming in.
Luo Xi moved so fast that when he reacted, it was too late to stop him.
He had no choice but to expose all the wounds on his body to the air and in front of the woman.
Luo Xi was stung by the deep and shallow potholes, and her eyes instantly turned red.
Each of these scars was embedded in the flesh, with festering tangerine peel and new flesh pulled out.
They were all mixed together without any bandaging.
No wonder he refused to let himself take off his shirt just now.
It turned out to be to cover up these scars.
There were fifty or sixty scars, large and small, all over Jing Mohao's chest and back, as if there were fifty or sixty bloody mouths, which was shocking.
This is the so-called punishment worse than life, right?
The knife pierced the flesh and penetrated deep into the five internal organs.
Otherwise, after several years, why would these wounds still be so deep?
Who came up with such cruel punishment?
If this person wasn't Jing Mohao, I'm afraid he would have been stabbed to death by these knives long ago This was the price her Jing Mohao chose to pay in order to survive and have the chance to see herself again.
If he didn't have himself, he would rather die heroically than live a mediocre life.
Without himself, he would not lose at all and would not have to be forced to face such a choice.
If he hadn't been there, he wouldn't be in all the pain he is now.
Instead, he would be sitting in the highest position, dominating everything here.
Luo Xi was still thinking about how to compete with Jing Mulie, but now she forgot all about it.
At this moment, she just wants to hold a sharp knife.
No matter who he is or what kind of power he is, she just wants to pay back all the suffering his man has suffered.
Her fingertips touched the man's wound tremblingly, and her lips couldn't help but tremble.
Luo Xi spent a lot of effort to hold back tears.
"Does it hurt?"
The voice was small, as if a slightly louder voice would aggravate the man's pain.
"It doesn't hurt."
The man replied directly to her without any pause.
Luo Xi suddenly raised her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered in the air, and with two teardrops, they fell on the man's chest and exploded into a golden flower.
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Jing Mohao reached out and pinched her chin, wiping away her tears with his thumb.
"Why are you crying?
I told you it doesn't hurt."
"How come it doesn't hurt?"
"Because you are here," Jing Mohao kissed her lips, "Luoxi, this sedative of yours will always be effective for me
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