Xie Lang wiped the sweat from his forehead, mindful of his own body odor, and did not approach Wen Hemian rashly.
He thought about it carefully: "Maybe I scared him during those three years."
Since it was all in the past, Xie Lang didn't say much, and Wen Hemian chose to respect him and didn't ask any further questions.
She knew Xie Lang had visited the Prince's residence quite often, but she wasn't entirely sure what exactly had happened.
"I see. You're really scary."
Wen Hemian couldn't help but chuckle.
Xie Lang stared at her intently, then suddenly his eyes flickered, and he reached out to touch her head.
Wen Hemian felt a slight itch in his hair, but a smile appeared on his lips as he waved the object in his hand: "A leaf fell on my head."
Upon hearing this, Wen Hemian looked closely and saw that it was indeed a leaf. There were many flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard, so it was probably blown over by the wind, which was why she hadn't noticed it.
Xie Lang paused for a moment, then sat down next to her and casually asked, "What were you talking about with Qingyun just now? She seemed a little off."
Xie Lang's ability to multitask is unparalleled.
Wen Hemian suddenly became interested. She smiled and raised an eyebrow, her expression calm: "Oh, you mean this? Qingyun was just asking me if I needed any contraceptive soup prepared for me?"
Xie Lang's face went blank, and he choked with a "poof".
His lips moved silently twice, then he stammered, "You... Grand Tutor, what did you say to her?"
“I said no.” Wen Hemian looked at him with interest, suddenly wanting to know his reaction. “Does Your Majesty like children?”
She was met with a hug from Xie Lang.
The emperor's voice was low and muffled: "I don't like it."
Xie Lang never denied that he was selfish; he didn't want another child to take away from Wen Hemian's attention.
Wen Hemian lowered her eyes: "Hmm?"
"But if it's your child, I will learn to love and care for it."
Xie Lang spoke earnestly, but after saying that, he muttered under his breath, "It's best not to. I'll ask the imperial physician later if there's any way..."
Compared to the child who is still missing, Wen Hemian is of course more important. Childbirth is dangerous for women, Xie Lang had heard about it when he was young in the palace, and he didn't want to gamble.
No one is more important than Wen Hemian, not even their own flesh and blood.
"Alright, that's enough."
Seeing that he was talking more and more outrageous, Wen Hemian raised her hand and gave him a light tap on the forehead, her tone relaxed and teasing: "There's no sign of it yet, let's see how it goes. I'm telling you in advance so you won't overthink things later."
Xie Lang raised his hand to cover his forehead. It didn't hurt; he was just pretending to make Wen Hemian feel sorry for him.
Wen Hemian ignored him and pushed him hard this time, her voice a little cold: "Stop hugging me, go wash up. You're covered in my sweat, aren't you hot?"
Having his little trick seen through, Xie Lang had no choice but to get up dejectedly and clean himself up first.
Wen Hemian is more particular than him, and has a bit of a cleanliness obsession. If he is really angered, he will not get a good result.
However, this conversation did give Xie Lang a sense of urgency.
He naturally wanted to give Wen Hemian the best, and had been making preparations in private. However, given the current uncertain situation, he did not want to act hastily.
She would definitely regret it if someone she cares about wasn't there for such an important event.
"King Jia, a barbarian."
The two words rolled lightly between Xie Lang's lips, and his eyes darkened.
He thought it was best to resolve this as soon as possible.
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The two had a great time playing outside for a few days.
Xie Lang was young and impetuous. Although he couldn't help but feel restless, he was concerned about Wen Hemian's body and would not ask for her without her consent.
At this point, they actually listen to reason.
Wen Hemian rolled up her sleeves to check, then breathed a sigh of relief; those unspeakable marks had finally faded away.
Xie Lang stood behind her, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers, his gaze tinged with melancholy: "Why is your skin so thin?"
Jade is so fragile that even if he is very careful, he can hardly avoid leaving marks on it, for fear that if he uses too much force, it will break.
"Physical condition."
Wen Hemian didn't care much. She pulled her hair back and neatly tied it up in a few strokes.
"As long as you don't get sick, it's fine. But you really need to learn to control the strength in your hands."
Although those marks didn't hurt, they were really an eyesore, and Wen Hemian also had a sense of shame.
Xie Lang looked at his hands, then at Wen Hemian, and quickly gave in: "I understand."
He harbored many dark thoughts, which, due to Wen Hemian's indulgence, had become even more bloated. Leaving traces made him feel safe, and he also enjoyed admiring them.
But if Wen Hemian doesn't like it, he will change it; he doesn't want to make her angry.
Wen Heming glanced at him but didn't say anything.
"I want to see Liu Qiongyue after court tomorrow."
Wen Hemian casually mentioned her own arrangements to avoid Xie Lang using the opportunity to cause trouble later.
There have been precedents for this before; she's practically become familiar with these little tricks.
Xie Lang paused, then raised an eyebrow: "Where Han Shuang wants to go is her prerogative; you don't need to tell me."
Wen Hemian chuckled: "When did you become so generous?"
Xie Lang grabbed her wrist and kissed it, somewhat shamelessly saying, "I've always been this generous."
Wen Hemian withdrew his gaze, not wanting to say anything to him, and turned to have someone deliver the visiting card first.
The next day after court, Wen Hemian went straight to the Liu residence.
Yes, the Liu residence.
When Lu Zishen went to the capital to take the imperial examination, it was Liu Qiongyue who supported him from behind, allowing him to focus on his studies without distraction. Therefore, even though he became the top scholar, he always remembered this kindness and never thought of changing his family's status.
He didn't even glance at the beauties his colleagues and subordinates sent him to curry favor, let alone the Liu family mansion.
The current Vice Minister Lu and his wife are known for their deep affection and devotion to each other.
This setup is quite typical for male and female leads.
"A rare guest indeed."
Since returning to the capital, due to various delays, this was the first time Liu Qiongyue had seen Wen Hemian. Seeing that she was no different from the last time they met, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that the one in the palace treats you well."
Liu Qiongyue teased her as she entered the room.
"It's alright," Wen Hemian said vaguely, brushing the topic aside.
She didn't beat around the bush with Liu Qiongyue. As soon as she sat down, she said, "Qiongyue, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"How strange." Liu Qiongyue smiled, her eyebrows curving. "Just tell me. I've owed you a lot of favors over the years, so of course I have to help."
Wen Hemian laughed: "You're really straightforward. Well then, I'll just say it directly. I want your caravan to help transport grain."
Liu Qiongyue immediately became serious: "What major event is about to happen?"
Wen Hemian narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Prince Jia is restless in his fiefdom, and His Majesty and I intend to send troops."
Even if she didn't say it, Lu Zishen would probably reveal some of these things to his wife in private. It would be better for everyone to work together and avoid having to hide them.
"Hiss." Liu Qiongyue gasped, then clapped her hands, a hint of excitement in her voice, "Then I'll definitely help!"
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