Wen Hemian: "..."
Wen Hemian's brow twitched, fearing he might say something even more offensive. She asked, "Your Majesty, why aren't you resting in the palace late at night? Why are you sneaking into the Prince's residence? Do you think you have too much energy?"
Being an emperor is hard work. No matter how diligent Xie Lang is, he may have to spend four or five hours a day reviewing memorials. If he doesn't get enough rest, he will eventually wear down his health.
Xie Lang stared straight ahead, showing no embarrassment whatsoever: "I can't sleep without you here."
Wen Hemian chuckled: "Do I have a sleep-inducing effect? Your Majesty, the imperial physician says your headache is gradually easing. You need to get used to it soon so you can recover faster."
Wen Hemian had considered this issue when she chose to return to the manor with Wen Chengyuan. Xie Lang's excessive dependence on her was not necessarily a good thing.
This is a mental illness, and he has to overcome it on his own.
Xie Lang refused: "No."
After saying this, Xie Lang showed no sign of leaving. He stood by the window, watching her quietly without moving.
It seems they're seeing who has more patience.
Wen Hemian found his childish behavior both amusing and exasperating. He was usually dignified and aloof in front of outsiders, but in front of her, he completely abandoned all pretense of dignity, pitifully retracting his sharp claws, eagerly hoping to be kept by her.
Just as I was about to say something, there were two light knocks on the door.
"Shuang'er, haven't you rested yet?"
Upon hearing her father's voice, Wen Hemian's pupils constricted slightly, and she quickly replied, "Yes, I was just washing up."
"That's good." Wen Chengyuan stopped outside, showing no intention of coming in, his tone revealing no unusual emotion. "The guards told Father that they saw a rat coming this way, but it didn't enter your room, did it?"
Wen Hemian: "..."
Xie Lang: "..."
It's hard not to suspect something is implied.
Wen Hemian covered her lips, her voice calm: "No."
"That's good, that's good." Wen Chengyuan muttered a few words, as if he had only said this to achieve his purpose, and then headed back home. "Get some rest, Father is going back first."
As they talked, the sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
It seems they've really left.
The secret guards were, after all, the secret guards of the Prince's mansion. Even though they wouldn't stop His Majesty the Emperor from sneaking in, they had a duty to inform his other master. What Wen Chengyuan wanted to convey was that he knew Xie Lang was here.
His Majesty the Emperor, being a rat himself, did restrain himself somewhat, and offered, "I will sleep on the small couch."
Wen Hemian's room was decorated entirely according to her own preferences. The small couch was more spacious and comfortable than the one in the palace, and it was about the same size as a small bed.
She glanced at it and nodded: "Okay."
In this way, it was as if they had returned to the time when they had just reunited, except this time there were no chains. Listening to the other person's even breathing in the room, Wen Hemian quickly fell asleep.
When she woke up the next day, Xie Lang was no longer in the room.
There was no court session today, so Wen Heming wasn't in a hurry.
When he went out, Wen Chengyuan had just returned from his morning exercise. It was hot, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He wiped them away without much concern and said, "Go have breakfast."
Wen Chengyuan saw through what happened last night but didn't expose it. His daughter was more decisive than anyone else, and once she made a decision, she would know how to handle it properly.
Wen Hemian felt a warm feeling in her heart after having breakfast with Wen Chengyuan.
Before they could exchange more than a few words, Qingyun came in from outside: "Your Highness, Miss, people from the palace have come, but they didn't stay. They just delivered some things and left."
Wen Chengyuan's eyebrows twitched as he saw the servants behind Qingyun carrying wooden boxes. He said, "Bring them here so I can take a look."
Wen Heming had a guess, but remained silent, watching the wooden box open. When she saw what was inside, her guess was confirmed.
It was none other than a musket.
Firearms are not easy to make, and these two were probably rushed out, but they were not made perfunctorily at all.
Wen Hemian had talked about this weapon with her parents when she was at the border, but due to a lack of materials at the time, and the need to search for more materials would be too blatant, she had to put the idea of making it on hold for the time being.
Everyone likes good things, especially things that can be used on the battlefield. Wen Chengyuan was quite regretful about this at the time, but now his eyes lit up when he saw the musket.
"Good stuff!" He reached out and touched it, but not knowing how to use it, he didn't pick it up rashly. He turned his gaze to Wen Hemian, "Shuang'er, how should this thing be used?"
Wen Hemian had many new ideas in mind, which Wen Chengyuan and Qin Yi both knew. It was probably related to the system. To avoid touching on things that couldn't be said, they always asked directly whenever they had something to say.
"Let's go to the yard, I'll teach you."
Wen Hemian found it amusing, thinking that Xie Lang knew how to win people over.
Sure enough, once she taught Wen Chengyuan how to use the musket, he held onto it tightly and wouldn't let go. Uncle Lu chimed in from time to time, and the two chatted with great interest.
After this ordeal, although Wen Chengyuan still treated Xie Lang with disdain, his attitude had visibly improved. Just as he himself said, he didn't want to be a bad person.
The couple waited and waited, and finally their daughter grew up smoothly, so she could boldly do whatever she wanted.
Life is short, only a hundred years. If one has no freedom at all, that would be truly miserable.
Before we knew it, it was Dragon Boat Festival.
For several days, people in the capital were observing the situation at the Prince's residence. Inside, everything seemed peaceful, but outside, things were in turmoil. However, in the end, no one made any move, and it seemed that the Prince of Huailing had no intention of pursuing the matter.
Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. With Lord Wen in the middle, even if a conflict occurs, there will be some restraint.
Moreover, the Prince of Huailing currently holds military power, so peaceful coexistence is the best option.
Taking advantage of the special occasion of the Dragon Boat Festival, Xie Lang finally found an opportunity to openly invite people into the palace.
Wen Chengyuan said nothing, changed his clothes, and entered the palace with his daughter.
The imperial kitchen staff are always good at serving water and catering to different tastes when cooking. In the past, it was Xie Lang and Wen Hemian who did this, and now there is Wen Chengyuan as well. They don't skimp on the food either and make dishes that suit his taste.
In short, the meal was a pleasant one for both the host and guests.
Watching the young emperor fawn over his daughter at the dinner table, Wen Chengyuan sighed. Although he was a little annoyed, he was mostly satisfied.
He knew his timing for returning wasn't good. His daughter and the young emperor hadn't officially started talking, but now, once he left, they were probably close to getting married.
Xie Lang said, "General, you might consider staying a few more days. Grand Tutor Han must think so too."
Xie Lang knew that Wen Chengyuan would be leaving after the Dragon Boat Festival. He secretly wanted to spend time alone with Wen Hemian, but he also couldn't bear to see her sad. He thought it wouldn't hurt to keep Wen Chengyuan for a few more days.
"No." Wen Chengyuan shook his head. His face was serious. Stripped of his gentle appearance, he was a general who had fought on the battlefield and was invincible. "The barbarians are restless. If I stay too long, I fear something may happen."
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