Xie Lang could only imagine what Wen Hemian would look like in her wedding dress.
It will definitely look better than it does now.
If Wen Hemian hadn't yet agreed, he wouldn't have just been secretly thinking about it here.
Xie Lang swallowed the filthy thoughts in his heart, a smile appeared on his lips, and he walked over, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "This outfit suits you very well."
Wen Hemian hesitated, sensing that Xie Lang wanted to say more than just that. She tugged at her sleeve and said, "It's just that I feel like something else is a bit off."
His Majesty the Emperor smiled and reached out to support her waist, squeezing it gently. His gesture was quite intimate: "There's still some money left in your waist. Send it back and have them adjust it."
After saying that, he muttered to himself, seemingly troubled, "Is it because the food in the palace doesn't suit my taste? Why have I lost weight?"
The measurements were taken a few days ago, and Wen Hemian has already lost weight. Xie Lang is a little dissatisfied and has already figured out how to give the people in the imperial kitchen a piece of his mind.
Wen Hemian's lips twitched, suppressing his thoughts: "Spring has arrived, it's not the time to fatten up for winter."
What do you mean by "skinny"? In modern times, she's just a normal person's height and weight, okay?
Xie Lang murmured, "It was also because I was overly concerned. The image of the Grand Tutor as sickly and weak is so deeply ingrained in people's minds that I almost forgot..."
Xie Lang was quite adept at lying through his teeth.
Wen Hemian couldn't out-explain Xie Lang, so she decisively stopped talking to him and went back behind the screen to change her clothes.
When Wen Hemian looked in the bronze mirror again, she glanced at her neck as if possessed. The bite marks on it had completely disappeared. The best ointment had been used, and not a single scar remained.
For some reason, even after many days, the scene from that time still makes me shudder when it reappears in my mind.
Experiencing being dominated by emotions for the first time, Wen Hemian felt her heart burning and quickly looked away.
If you don't look at it or think about it, it won't happen.
...
After handing the clothes to the palace maid to take away, Wen Hemian prepared to write a letter.
Xie Lang continued to be a diligent emperor, very busy, with memorials piled up high. Wen Hemian passed by him, casually picked up a piece of paper and left.
Xie Lang couldn't stop her and watched helplessly as she turned the paper over and saw what was on it.
With just a few strokes, the figures, some sitting and some lying down, are vividly depicted, and the subject is undoubtedly Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian glanced at her own hands, then at the slightly guilty Emperor, and after a long while, she managed to say, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
Xie Langtian shamelessly said, "I don't mind if the Grand Tutor says a few more words."
He loved Wen Hemian no matter what she looked like.
Wen Hemian took a deep breath, resisting the urge to slap the paper in his face. She turned around, slapped the paper on the table, and then took another clean piece of paper.
Xie Lang carefully put the paper away, thinking that the Grand Tutor was still as soft-hearted as ever.
No matter how angry I am, I won't betray his feelings.
The main purpose of writing the letter was to reassure those in the Prince's Mansion who cared about her. Wen Hemian didn't waste any words. She simply wrote two sentences explaining her situation and offering some words of comfort before folding the letter, putting it in an envelope, and giving it to Huo Ping, who was guarding outside.
Huo Ping nodded: "Don't worry, Lord Wen, I will definitely deliver it to you."
Huo Ping was unmarried and had a bit of a "let's watch the show" mentality. He had been on duty these past few days to see how these two would develop. In short, the situation was much more interesting than he had imagined.
Anyone can see that His Majesty's feelings are deeper and his obsession is stronger. When he first came back, he thought that the Imperial Tutor and His Majesty were going to fall out, but now it seems that they are doing well.
Huo Ping shook his head inwardly, increasingly looking forward to the scene of his colleagues seeing Lord Wen.
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Since learning from Uncle Lu that the young lady was still alive, Qingyun calmed down and carefully managed all the affairs of the Prince's Mansion.
For no other reason than that, so that when the young lady returns someday, she will have a place to stay.
It's a pity that after waiting for three years, Qingyun didn't see Wen Hemian return home. Instead, he first heard that His Majesty had abducted a woman into the palace. It is said that the woman looked very much like the Imperial Tutor.
Qingyun had been seeing Xie Lang come to the Prince's mansion without interruption for three years, and his original dissatisfaction had almost been worn down. But when he suddenly heard this news, he exploded.
It's one thing to be unable to forget, but why hurt other innocent girls? This is the kind of situation where even His Majesty would be severely reprimanded if the young lady were alive.
She was very indignant.
Fortunately, not long after, Huo Ping sent a letter from the palace.
Qingyun was already acquainted with this commander of the Imperial Guards. When she saw the envelope in his hand, she immediately sensed something was amiss: "May I ask, Lord Huo, what brings you to the Prince's residence?"
Since His Majesty brought that woman into the palace, he has never come to the Prince's residence again. Huo Ping came alone, and something just didn't seem right.
Huo Ping said concisely: "Send the letter."
Qingyun seemed to sense something and quickly took the letter and opened it. She recognized the contents, and before she even started reading, her eyes welled up with tears.
After learning the whole story from the contents of the letter, Qingyun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and clenched the letter tightly: "Now that Miss has returned, why does His Majesty imprison her in the palace? Isn't this an insult? Even the emperor should learn to respect his teachers."
"Miss Qingyun, be careful what you say."
Huo Ping's expression hardened: "His Majesty and Lord Wen have their own decisions to make; it is not appropriate for us to interfere."
Qingyun snorted: "Then why resort to such methods? We are not on the same page, Lord Huo, please."
Knowing the truth, Qingyun's attitude towards Huo Ping, who had spoken up for her, also worsened, and she decisively chose to see the guest out.
Huo Ping clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and returned.
He reported this little incident truthfully.
After hearing this, Wen Hemian was both amused and touched: "Qingyun is still as impatient as ever."
Xie Lang said coldly, "Considering her sincerity, I will let bygones be bygones for her rudeness."
Wen Hemian smiled and said, "On behalf of Qingyun, I thank Your Majesty for your magnanimity."
Although he was a bit autocratic, Xie Lang was still a very good person. He was decisive and responsible, much better than those incompetent emperors in history who accomplished nothing and tried to shift blame onto others.
Xie Lang did not deny his double standards, and said in a low voice, "She is someone close to you. As long as she has not made a serious mistake, you can let her off the hook."
From Xie Lang's perspective, it would definitely not be worthwhile to create a rift with Wen Hemian for the sake of an insignificant person.
He used to scare Wen Hemian away because of his recklessness and impulsiveness. Now he is extremely cautious and turns a blind eye to some things, as long as he can get by.
Wen Hemian was stunned for a long time, then suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: "I didn't realize before that Your Majesty had the potential to be a tyrant."
Xie Lang knew perfectly well that his actions of imprisoning people in the palace were wrong, and Wen Hemian must have been somewhat unhappy as well, so much so that when he saw a genuine smile, he was stunned.
“I… it’s not shameful for me to be a tyrant for the sake of the Grand Tutor.”
He replied in a low voice, looking rather naive.
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