Xie Lang was speechless and unable to defend himself.
What can you do about the mess you made? Just accept it.
Xie Lang mentally cursed Lai Xi a hundred times over. How could he be so forgetful while packing?!
"Oh, by the way, don't even think about taking your anger out on someone else later, Your Majesty. You should take responsibility for your own actions."
Wen Hemian smiled and cut off his idea.
Xie Lang again: "..."
After a long pause, he said with difficulty, "I am not that kind of person!"
Wen Heming remained noncommittal.
Emperors are different from ordinary children; their thoughts are conceived as rulers. Fortunately, Xie Lang has completely shed the violent nature of the original character, so he is still willing to listen to this explanation.
The interruption completely dispelled any remaining shyness Wen Hemian felt, and the embarrassment shifted to Xie Lang. Not wanting to continue teasing, she asked, "Have you finished processing the memorials?"
Xie Lang snapped out of his rage, threw the book back to its original spot, and stared at her expectantly: "Hmm."
Considering the child's feelings, Wen Hemian smiled and said, "It's perfect, let's go out for a walk. I'm afraid it will hurt your eyes if you spend all day in the Imperial Study reviewing memorials."
Xie Lang had exceptional talent in riding and archery, which he loved. When he couldn't leave the palace, he would ride horses within the palace grounds. Since there were no concubines and the area was large, he could do whatever he wanted.
Wen Hemian only rode horses with him when she was in the mood; the rest of the time she mostly watched. The king, whom she had raised, was always satisfied with her.
The original book never mentioned the young emperor's love life, but now everything is different. Wen Hemian has also thought about what kind of girl will accompany Xie Lang in the future.
However, it was just a thought. She had no intention of forcing Xie Lang. Fate is always a matter of personal choice. What if he wanted to be a king who was focused on his career and didn't want to start a family?
No one can say for sure.
Regardless of the reason, Wen Hemian will choose to offer her blessings.
She stood under the eaves, gazing at the spirited young man on horseback, a gentle smile playing on her lips: "No matter what, it's good that you're safe and sound."
Don't go down that miserable path again.
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The debate over stopping the repairs to the imperial mausoleum raged on until Xie Lang insisted on settling the matter. As for a mere temporary palace, it was even less likely to be affected.
Ning Hechu had deep roots. Despite his usual annoyance with the censors, many of his people were actually stirring up trouble among them. Once they saw that the young emperor was strong and unshakeable, they stopped their efforts.
Of course, a monarch needs remonstrating officials to advise and restrain him, but it is wrong for these officials to use their position to try to control the monarch.
Xie Lang's actions were a way of telling them that he was no longer the puppet emperor everyone had manipulated when he first ascended the throne.
These lackeys should also realize who their true masters are.
After the matter was completed, the two expenses saved were converted into real gold and silver, and transported to the Linjiang Prefecture government office under the personal escort of the Imperial Guards. No one was allowed to touch the silver along the way. Officials from the Ministry of Works also accompanied the shipment.
So many lives are at stake; if this isn't handled properly, you could lose your head.
In ancient times, floods were frequent. In addition to natural disasters, human factors also accounted for a large proportion. The corruption and lack of attention of the imperial court made it difficult to carry out water control projects. Once the dikes were breached, the consequences would be incalculable.
In the past few years, Wen Hemian had difficulty getting involved, but now that he finally has the opportunity, he naturally wants to get these infrastructure projects started. Otherwise, the people will complain and the emperor will lose the support of the people, and the dynasty will be nearing its end.
Before the mission deadline, Wen Hemian tried her best to pave more paths for Xie Lang.
That way, even without her help in the future, he can go further.
A few days ago, Liu Qiongyue supervised the making of a qualified telescope. Xie Lang had one, so Wen Hemian sent it to the border. When he woke up in the morning, Qingyun came from outside with a smile on his face: "Young master, there is a letter from the prince and princess."
The journey from the capital to the border was long, and the couple were probably genuinely happy this time. They used a falcon to send a message back, and the majestic bird perched on Qingyun's shoulder with sharp and fierce eyes.
This falcon was found and tamed by the Prince of Huailing when it was a cub. Wen Hemian had seen it before. With a wave of her hand, the big bird flapped its wings and landed on the table in front of her, allowing her to untie the letter tied to its leg.
The letter was short, containing only a few words. It mentioned the telescope, and the rest was the couple's longing for her, asking when they would have the opportunity to meet her.
Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment, her heart feeling slightly hot and swollen.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Qingyun asked from the side, "Would the young master like some paper and pen?"
"Okay, give it to me."
A fleeting sense of sadness crossed Wen Hemian's mind, and she rarely couldn't control herself, only realizing her voice was trembling when she spoke.
She may be a qualified imperial tutor, but not a qualified daughter. At first, she hesitated to approach because of her status, but now, after years of loving care, she has been moved without realizing it.
In any case, I should find some time to meet them in person again and explain everything that can be explained.
Qingyun quickly brought paper and pen. Wen Hemian pondered for a while before writing a standard reply, but didn't rush to tie it back to the hawk's leg.
The big bird saw her movements and tilted its head in confusion, as if it couldn't understand what she was doing.
Wen Hemian smiled and reached out to stroke its fluffy head: "Liuwu, you've worked hard. Let it rest for a couple of days, feed it some meat, and let it rest before it leaves."
Liuwu is the name of a large bird, a rare hawk that is entirely black. The name suits its temperament perfectly and was given to it personally by the princess.
Qingyun glanced at Liuwu and was also extremely pleased: "Great!"
Realizing that Wen Heming was concerned about him, Liu Wu rolled his eyes, moved his head and nuzzled against Wen Heming's hand. His obedient and adorable appearance reminded Wen Heming of His Majesty the Emperor in the palace.
Xie Lang was just as well-behaved as a child, but unfortunately, she stopped letting people pat her head when she grew up, which became a great regret for her.
Wen Hemian shook her head as she thought about it. How could she think of Xie Lang for everything? Was she just used to worrying?
"Oh, right!" As she walked to the door with the reluctant bird, Qingyun suddenly remembered something and turned around. "This servant forgot to ask, is Young Master Duanwu still in the palace?"
On every holiday, Qingyun would ask the same question, and Wen Hemian was used to it: "Yes, go and keep His Majesty company."
Xie Lang is so stingy. If she doesn't go to the palace to celebrate the festival with him, he'll get angry later. He's such a grown man, yet he acts like a child in this respect.
"Then this servant will go and get the sachet for the young master right away, in case he forgets it later."
Qingyun was skillful and clever. During the Dragon Boat Festival, all her close relatives in the mansion received sachets made by her by hand to ward off evil and bring good fortune. Wen Hemian received two sachets, and one of them was given to His Majesty the Emperor.
Wen Hemian: "Thank you for your hard work."
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