Wen Hemian didn't take the little brat's fierce appearance to heart. After a few days, she had a pretty good grasp of the child's personality. He was vigilant, but after all, he was still young and had a soft side.

Like an oyster, it quietly observes the outside world, but when someone suddenly pokes its soft flesh, it quickly retracts and closes itself up tightly.

After suffering a lot, when you occasionally receive kindness, you begin to doubt whether it is genuine.

She received the mission long ago and has been working hard for it. When she learned that her mission target was the future tyrant, she was already prepared to patiently educate him.

In fact, Xie Lang was much easier to manage than she had imagined. The little one would eat obediently and write and read obediently, except for being a bit stubborn about taking medicine—but that wasn't a big problem, and she didn't like taking medicine anyway.

"As you can see, you're not in a good situation."

Pulling herself back to reality, Wen Hemian began to coax her gently: "That person from just now, did you see him? He's your biggest enemy."

Having witnessed much of life's ups and downs, Xie Lang had his own way of judging people; otherwise, he wouldn't have hidden behind Wen Hemian just now. Hearing this, he pursed his lips and said, "I know."

"Good to know." Wen Hemian smiled, unable to bear the child's lifeless appearance, and tried to encourage him, "Be optimistic, Your Majesty. He won't make a move against you in the short term, but you also need to grow up quickly and try to remove him from office as soon as possible."

Ning Hechu was extremely ambitious, but as a civil official, he had no military power. No matter how powerful he was in the court, he still had to be careful. In the original story, he was even happy to cultivate a puppet emperor, which would make it easier for him to speak.

Of course, without a doubt, he was eventually killed by Xie Lang, and died a slow and agonizing death.

However, he deserved it, and Wen Hemian showed him no sympathy.

Hearing her say that, Xie Lang tilted his head, seemingly puzzled, a hint of probing flashing in his eyes: "Aren't you going to help me?"

"help!"

Wen Hemian answered decisively to avoid being held accountable for his passive resistance to work.

She smiled and said, "But Your Majesty, don't you feel a great sense of accomplishment in personally dealing with the enemy? I'm giving you that opportunity."

Xie Lang didn't think so; he felt he had been fooled.

But when she looked at Wen Heming's serious face, she wondered if she was overthinking things.

After a long pause, he reluctantly nodded: "Alright, I'll try my best."

Wen Hemian gave him a look that suggested he was a promising student.

Xie Lang: "..."

-

With things temporarily calmed down in the palace, Wen Hemian assigned Xie Lang his lessons and took some time to visit the Prince of Huailing's residence.

The elderly butler, who was over fifty years old, paced anxiously around the mansion, only breathing a sigh of relief when he saw her return.

"Young master, you're finally back!"

When Emperor Shun died, all factions were restless. Several groups of people entered the palace, and after the cleanup, the blood left behind could stain the floor tiles red. Uncle Lu knew that Wen Hemian intended to assist the new emperor, but it was too dangerous to enter the palace rashly.

He didn't even dare to think about what would happen if something happened to the young prince; would the prince and princess lead their troops back to kill him?

Wen Hemian lowered her eyes, helpless: "But if we don't go to the palace, His Majesty will suffer terribly."

When she first met Xie Lang after entering the palace, she felt sorry for him. She thought that if he suffered any more hardships, his personality would become even more difficult to change.

Rather than doing useless work later, it's better to work hard now. She has the system's protection, so her personal safety is not a concern for the time being.

Uncle Lu, unaware of the intricacies of the situation, frowned and said, "But you are more important..."

"Let's not talk about that." Wen Hemian changed the subject. "Your Majesty is clever. I plan to bring some of my old writings into the palace for teaching purposes."

Wen Hemian has been preparing for this day for many years.

Modern students have textbooks, and after much thought, while preparing for the imperial examinations, she categorized and listed what she had learned. Over several years, she wrote several thick books, which were perfect for Xie Lang to use as a foundation.

Being an emperor means starting from a higher point, no problem.

Wen Hemian doesn't think she's pushing her child too hard.

"Please keep them safe, young master."

Uncle Lu left it at that, not mentioning anything that would upset Wen Hemian, and only said, "I'll put them on for you later, young master."

Wen Hemian nodded.

Uncle Lu continued, "By the way, young master, what should we do with those visiting cards that were sent?"

Seeing his troubled expression, Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow: "How many of them were cursing me?"

Uncle Lu: "More than half."

"Burn it, so it won't bother you anymore."

Wen Hemian has a good mindset and his main principle is to avoid internal strife.

Uncle Lu had the same idea, so he happily went to do it.

Wen Hemian was new to the court and had little experience in politics. He found it rather boring to stay in his residence. After lunch, he put his textbooks in his pocket and strolled back to the palace.

Just as she stepped out the door, before she could even get into the carriage, she vaguely heard someone calling "Grand Tutor Wen" behind her. Wen Hemian turned around and saw that the person was Ye Zhaoxuan, the second-place scholar in the imperial examination in the same year as her. He was currently working at the Hanlin Academy writing books and was a young man who was eager to improve himself.

Ye Zhaoxuan walked briskly, his breathing a little rapid, a few drops of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't forget to bow and greet Wen Hemian: "Grand Tutor Wen."

Wen Hemian: "Why did Lord Ye arrive in such a hurry?"

Ye Zhaoxuan was somewhat flattered. His status and official rank were not as high as Wen Hemian's, and he felt unworthy of being addressed as "Your Excellency": "...Regarding those rumors in the capital, I would like to ask Your Excellency what your thoughts are?"

Ye Zhaoxuan came from a remote rural area and passed the imperial examinations all the way to the capital. He was cautious, loyal to the emperor and loved the people. In the early years, he was oppressed by treacherous officials and was frustrated. Later, when Xie Lang was in power, he rose through the ranks and became the Left Censor-in-Chief. He was a capable person.

Wen Hemian decided to win him over and hinted, "Once His Majesty has learned all the characters, I will bring him to court."

It seems they're not planning to keep the young emperor confined in the palace any longer.

Ye Zhaoxuan breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason. They all knew Wen Hemian's background and family, and under the influence of rumors in the court, it was inevitable that they would make mistakes in their judgment.

He cupped his hands in greeting: "It was my rashness to come today. I will prepare a small gift for you when I visit you again in the future."

“No need for that.” Wen Hemian said meaningfully, and began to make grand promises. “Lord Ye just needs to do his job well, and he can also play a role in the court in the future.”

Ye Zhaoxuan understood a little, and his expression showed a hint of excitement: "Yes."

After chatting for a while, Wen Hemian entered the palace. It was already late afternoon. Xie Lang had finished the lessons she had assigned and was sitting at his desk reading seriously, his brows furrowed, looking quite troubled.

Wen Hemian smiled and asked, "Is there anything you don't know?"

The door was open, and she deliberately walked very quietly, so much so that Xie Lang didn't even notice her when she reached the door. When he suddenly heard her make that sound, the hairs on his body almost stood on end.

Xie Lang's fingers unconsciously tightened around the book. His heart skipped a beat, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "...You're so scary."

Wen Hemian chuckled and stepped into the warm pavilion: "You think I can scare you?"

She didn't think the little brat was innocent; she figured he was probably a cunning and ruthless person.