After saying that, Wen Hemian belatedly realized that she had been a bit naive.
It's obvious what Ye Zhaoxuan originally wanted to do, but he did something wrong with good intentions. Why should I argue with him?
She coughed lightly and said seriously, "No rush. Let me see if I can catch some fish."
Xie Lang was somewhat unwilling and resentful: "It is my reputation that has been ruined."
He was not the kind of person who would be fickle and kidnap an innocent girl and imprison her in the palace just because he missed someone from the past. Such a plot, which only appears in novels, would never happen to him.
Wen Heming raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised: "Your Majesty still cares about your reputation?"
It's one thing to covet his own teacher, but wasn't the title of tyrant something he brought upon himself?
Xie Lang: "..."
Xie Lang turned off the engine.
Her eyes drooped at the corners, she couldn't argue, and she looked a little disappointed.
Having been manipulated multiple times, Wen Hemian was quite pleased to finally regain some control: "Although this rumor is a bit strange, giving them some advance psychological preparation will make it easier for them to accept it later."
Wen Heming was somewhat moved.
She never expected that after three years, so many people would still remember her when she returned to Beijing.
It can be said that my initial efforts were not in vain.
There are still more good people than bad in the world.
Xie Lang was sullen about the arrangement. It was rare to see him so displeased, so Wen Hemian didn't rush to comfort him. Instead, she asked, "The Emperor's birthday is approaching. How is the situation with the princes?"
Xie Lang said calmly, "It's not far from the capital. We expect to arrive in another day."
"Pretty fast," Wen Hemian remarked casually. "It seems they're quite interested in His Majesty."
It's more likely that they harbor wolfish ambitions.
Xie Lang knew that Wen Hemian was aware of this, so he didn't say it.
They had been getting along fairly well lately, and seeing that his attitude had softened, Wen Hemian tentatively suggested again, "Let me go back to the Prince's Mansion for a visit?"
In order not to reveal his whereabouts, he rarely even had time to communicate with the people in the Prince's Mansion throughout the year. Wen Hemian really wanted to go back and visit.
She simply didn't have the chance. Leaving aside the embarrassing experience of being caught as soon as she returned to the capital, she was also worried that Xie Lang would lose control of his emotions, so she never brought it up again.
It's gotten a little better now, so... it should be okay, right?
"no."
Xie Lang refused decisively and cleanly.
?
Wen Heming was puzzled: "Your Majesty, what kind of twisted sense of humor do you have? Even if you let me return to the Prince's Palace, I still can't leave the capital now."
It was fine before she was discovered, but from the moment she was discovered, Wen Hemian was destined never to leave the capital. The capital was filled with imperial guards, and even if she had wings, she would have difficulty escaping.
"It's not a perverse sense of humor."
Xie Lang smiled enigmatically, placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently squeezed it. His voice was low and hoarse: "Hanshuang, don't try to reason with a madman who has gone insane."
His Majesty the Emperor is quite frank about calling himself a madman.
Wen Hemian wanted to say something, but just as she was about to speak, she noticed his expectant expression and immediately lost interest. She smiled indifferently and said, "You really do have a good understanding of yourself."
Xie Lang was shameless and clearly didn't care what Wen Hemian said about him or what she thought of him. If Wen Hemian could remember him even a little, he might be overjoyed.
"I've lost you for three years, you have to make it up to me."
Xie Lang spoke with absolute confidence.
Wen Hemian felt numb for a moment: "Haven't I not seen you for three years?"
Xie Lang refused to communicate.
"Fine, if I don't want to leave the palace, I won't. I'll write them a letter, that should be alright, right?"
Wen Hemian settled for second best.
In general, most of Xie Lang's current unease stems from the three years of separation, which is also the cause of his headaches. Wen Hemian doesn't know exactly how much torment he suffered, but she wants to make amends.
Qingyun knew a little about the troublesome things in the Prince's mansion. If she heard this rumor, she would probably overthink it. Wen Hemian had to calm her down.
Xie Lang nodded this time, and he took the initiative to suggest, "Having Huo Ping deliver it would be more convincing."
Wen Hemian said helplessly, "I'm afraid it will scare them."
Xie Lang shook his head: "I've been there many times, they're used to it."
Wen Hemian: "...How many times have you been there?"
"I don't remember." Xie Lang thought about it carefully for a moment and said thoughtfully, "I'll go when I have time."
No wonder Liu Qiongyue hinted to Wen Hemian not to return to the capital. Given Xie Lang's subtle attitude and attentive manner, many people probably already guessed what was going on.
Even if they knew that His Majesty the Emperor had such immoral thoughts, with Wen Hemian not around, naturally no one would dare to speak out. The saying that debts are absolved when a person dies is always true.
Knowing something and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.
Why are there so many things to do every day? Wen Hemian began to seriously consider this.
"Han Shuang, want to try on your new clothes?"
Xie Lang probably knew what Wen Hemian was thinking, but he didn't expose her and naturally changed the subject.
With no concubines in the palace, it was deserted everywhere. Even the palace servants had cut many clothes. The Imperial Clothing Bureau was usually not very busy, but it had become very busy since Wen Hemian returned, and a lot of new clothes had been made.
There's only one new favorite in the harem, so there's no need to think twice; the palace servants all know to treat him with the utmost care.
As a result, Wen Heming's originally empty wardrobe instantly expanded, almost overflowing.
Wen Heming was speechless: "Why make so many clothes? I can't even change into a different outfit every day."
Xie Lang: "I will make up for the three years' worth of service for the Grand Tutor. Besides, if he doesn't dress well for the Emperor's birthday celebration, the ministers will probably start to gossip about him."
Wen Hemian had indeed been away for three years. She had some reputation, but her foundation was not as solid as before. Whether she returned to the court or not, she would have to show the emperor's attention so that others would not look down on her.
Xie Lang looked expectant again, and Wen Hemian's heart clenched: "...Let's give it a try."
I don't know who it was meant to be shown to.
Thinking back to the time when I was obsessed with dressing up little Xie Lang, it seems like karma has come full circle.
The newly delivered dress was red, layered and very elaborate, and that was exactly how it felt to wear. Wen Hemian rediscovered the feeling of wearing a formal dress after a long time. Fortunately, the weather wasn't hot yet, so it was just right.
She disliked dressing up in such complicated clothes, yet they suited her exceptionally well. The vibrant and elegant colors were not at all vulgar, giving her a completely different feel from wearing official robes.
Wen Heming was fundamentally different from other officials; this was a fact that was destined from the beginning, and it will be even more so in the future.
Xie Lang stared intently at the person who walked out from behind the screen.
Wen Hemian was low-key and never liked wearing brightly colored clothes. The official robes of a first-rank official in the Great Zhao Dynasty were red. Xie Lang couldn't help but take a second look when she wore her official robes, let alone clothes specially made for her.
Not only did she look incredibly healthy, but the ribbon around her waist accentuated her slender figure. Her skin was as white as snow, and when she looked up, her eyes were cool and her demeanor was elegant and refined.
Once you see it, you won't want to look away.
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