Talented people don't need any extra identity to adorn themselves.
Wen Hemian gave a subtle smile: "I will remember Lord Xu's kindness and know what to do."
Having said that, it would be unreasonable for Lord Xu not to feel at ease. He smiled and nodded, "Alright, then I won't keep Lord Wen any longer. See you later."
Wen Hemian: "Yes, Lord Xu, please take care."
Back at the mansion, it was completely dark.
Qingyun strode forward and whispered, "Young Master, Changzhu is back."
Qingyun had just relayed Wen Hemian's instructions to Changzhu two days ago, and today Wen Hemian saw him return not long after attending court, with a solemn expression on his face.
Considering that this matter concerns His Majesty, even Qingyun, unaware of the details, couldn't help but feel a little worried.
If Wen Hemian hadn't stayed in Wenyuan Pavilion and not come out, Changzhu, who couldn't contain himself, would have gone there long ago.
Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow: "I'll go talk to him. Don't look so sad, it'll be alright."
She casually offered a word of comfort to Qingyun.
Qingyun muttered to himself, "I'm just worried."
Despite his worries, Qingyun had no intention of investigating. He went to call Changzhu, who had been restless all day, and then went out and closed the door.
Changzhu didn't waste any words. Before Wen Hemian could speak, he knelt down on one knee and said directly, "We found the person. It was His Majesty's men who took him away. The little monk was locked up, but he wasn't mistreated. I guess His Majesty probably... knows that you are a woman."
The logic is too simple. If he didn't know, why would he hide the person?
After learning that the little brat harbored inappropriate feelings for her, Wen Hemian fell silent once again.
She wasn't angry; this was something she had been keeping from Xie Lang all along. She was just a little numb, seriously pondering whether it was meaningful for him to play riddles with her.
Changzhu frowned and speculated, "His Majesty already knows, but he hasn't told you explicitly. Young Master, is His Majesty planning to discard you after the deed is done?"
Changzhu had served by the side of the Prince of Huailing for a long time and knew best the couple's dislike for the royal family. The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed, and he began to speculate about conspiracy theories.
Wen Hemian shook his head: "He is not the late emperor, he won't use this to manipulate me."
The imperial examinations in the Great Zhao Dynasty included a body search. The system could change the outward impression, but not the inner self. Wen Hemian's identity had been openly acknowledged by Emperor Shun.
As their time draws near, people retain a degree of clarity, or perhaps they simply don't want to see their empire fall into ruin.
This old man, who had been confused for decades, secretly became Wen Heming's accomplice.
Of course, having been emperor for decades, he was cunning and left behind witnesses and evidence to check Wen Hemian. However, coincidentally, the witnesses turned against him the day after his death, bringing with them the evidence.
He was unpopular both in life and after death; he truly deserved to be called Emperor Shun.
Changzhu was taken aback, clearly recalling the events, and after a long pause, he said, "Who knows..."
Wen Hemian shook his head again: "It's my business to begin with. What kind of behavior is it to keep people locked up all the time? Find an opportunity and kidnap them openly and honestly."
Changzhu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had heard "openly and honestly robbed out", and he really couldn't understand how these two words could be connected.
Fortunately, Wen Hemian quickly explained: "Since His Majesty has hinted at it in front of me, it means he doesn't care. The only thing we need to be careful about is not letting Ning Hechu's people come into contact with him."
To be on the safe side, Wen Hemian should have waited until the current matter was over before releasing the person, but she followed her intuition and felt that doing so would be useful in the future.
Changzhu had made a mistake once before and would certainly not make it a second time: "Understood, subordinate."
"It's alright. You've been busy for so long, you should go and get some rest."
Wen Hemian felt that he now had a stronger mental fortitude and a much better ability to accept things.
In any case, it's better to know than to keep worrying.
Changzhu said no more and withdrew.
After he left, Wen Hemian frowned and went to catch the cat, but it took her a long time to catch the system that was living in the kitchen and tricking people into eating chicken legs.
"Is your system's business always this perfunctory?"
A bunch of little tails, she swept some, Xie Lang swept some.
The system's gaze wandered, its cat-like eyes timidly asking, "Isn't the mission almost over?"
Wen Heming was a little doubtful: "Are you sure that's the reason? I've always been curious, I have missions, does your system really not have any missions at all?"
Despite the system's claim of providing assistance, it hadn't actually helped her much. Considering the current state of affairs, Wen Hemian had other guesses.
If you use the same excuse too many times, it will become full of loopholes.
Wen Hemian's gaze was bright and clear, so penetrating that the system felt as if she could see right through it. After a moment, it looked dejected and drooped its ears: "...Yes."
Wen Heming's eyes flickered slightly: "It's related to me, so I can't say?"
The system made a last-ditch effort: "It's relevant but harmless, host, can you please stop asking? I really can't tell you. I'll tell you the truth after this is over, okay?"
It's clear the system was really unwilling.
Wen Heming pursed her lips, too lazy to make things difficult for it any longer, put it on the ground, and went back to her room.
One day, we'll figure it out.
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After their conversation in the corridor last time, Wen Hemian and Xie Lang's relationship seemed to have returned to what it was before.
Close but not intimate.
Wen Hemian and Xie Lang each had their own plans. They knew each other's identities but didn't reveal them. However, she was very careful to avoid suspicion.
Now that you understand her identity, you should know the principle that men and women should not touch each other. Putting aside this, respecting teachers and valuing the way is a lesson that His Majesty the Emperor should learn deeply.
After the spring arrived, the barbarian king sent someone to deliver a compensation order.
They were probably in the wrong. Although they didn't go so far as to cede territory and pay reparations, they did send a hundred warhorses, which could serve as military supplies, showing considerable sincerity.
Xie Lang commented indifferently, "If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"
Wen Hemian was cautious: "Let's keep this horse separate from our horses. Let's pick a few to keep together first and see how things go."
The horses from beyond the Great Wall are different breeds from those from the Great Zhao. The diseases that the horses from beyond the Great Wall can survive may not have been experienced by the horses from the Great Zhao. If they were to contract the disease, they would be doomed.
Xie Lang immediately understood: "I'll give the order right away."
It's a minor matter; the barbarians won't pose a threat to them for the time being.
Wen Hemian sat not far from him, flipping through the memorials with a serious and focused expression. Because the weather had warmed up recently, she was no longer wrapped up so tightly. She sat upright with her back straight, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, and her whole person was as radiant and beautiful as the moon.
Xie Lang stared intently for a moment, and before she could realize it, he suddenly smiled: "The people in the villa, the Grand Tutor took them away?"
Wen Hemian paused in his work of flipping through the memorials, and readily admitted, "Yes."
"Take him away if you want." A dark glint flashed in Xie Lang's eyes, and his tone was somewhat ingratiating. "I didn't hurt him, nor did I kill any innocent people. Grand Tutor, please don't be angry."
Wen Hemian keenly sensed that he was trying to make amends with her, looked over, and sighed softly: "I'm not angry."
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