Xie Lang pondered, feeling that his tutor was probably already plotting how to kill someone.
"The Great Zhao Kingdom's treasury is tight. After supporting them for so many years, it's time for them to make some contributions."
Wen Hemian didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
As long as the power of the feudal lords is not reduced, the trouble will continue. What can be resolved as soon as possible should be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise just supporting idle people will be enough to bankrupt the national treasury.
Problems that our ancestors did not consider need to be addressed gradually by our successors when they take charge of the government.
Xie Lang nodded to indicate that he understood, but his gaze couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment: "Besides this, is there nothing else that Han Shuang cares about?"
Those dancers and singers, let me just mention them.
Why don't you feel any jealousy at all?
"Hmm?" Wen Hemian was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and smiled, "It's alright, I trust His Majesty, he will handle it well."
"I already told you, call me Huaichuan." Xie Lang snorted in dissatisfaction, but his mood undeniably improved because of this word of trust.
Well, he never intended for these people to cause trouble in front of Wen Heming anyway.
If Wen Hemian really held a grudge, he might even be angry at his lack of trust.
Whether it's true or not, they must be the people who understand each other best in this world.
A hint of a smile flashed across Wen Hemian's eyes: "Okay."
Having ended the topic amicably, Xie Lang's expression turned slightly cold: "They came here and immediately started asking about you. Do they really think I'm a lecherous man?"
Wen Hemian kindly reminded him, "You are not, the late emperor was."
They don't understand Xie Lang, and their preconceived notions will inevitably influence Xie Lang's image.
Xie Lang protested, "Who would want to be associated with him?"
The late emperor didn't care how much suffering he endured in the cold palace. Choosing him as the crown prince was simply because he had no other choice. Without Wen Hemian, Xie Lang would have had to pay an enormous price to get to where he is today.
Wen Heming said, "That's true."
"They will be greatly surprised when they see the Grand Tutor."
Xie Lang understood Wen Hemian's intention in letting the false news spread. Although he was still unhappy, he felt much better when he thought about the different expressions he would see on the day of the banquet.
Wen Hemian chuckled: "Do you think I'm a bomb?"
"What is a bomb?" Xie Lang asked, puzzled.
"..." Wen Hemian paused for a moment, realizing she had let something slip, "It's a weapon that my parents have been developing. It's very powerful."
This is not a lie. Many modern concepts are still applicable today. Weapons may not be used, but they cannot be absent. The border region is full of hidden talents and capable people. Under Wen Heming's strong suggestion, weapons research has been ongoing.
"I see." Xie Lang nodded, his face serious. "Almost there."
Wen Heming was both amused and exasperated.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
The altered clothes were returned, and Wen Hemian put them on again. They fit perfectly, with the waistline just the right size, leaving everyone speechless.
With Xie Lang's eye for talent, it would be a shame if he didn't become a tailor.
Wen Hemian smiled and shook her head, shaking off the thoughts in her mind.
The emperor's birthday is always a grand occasion. Looking around, the palace staff are busy, putting on even more festive lanterns. Lai Xi is also busy directing the process. Knowing that Wen He Mian is not good at dressing up, she specially sent a young palace maid to serve her.
Coincidentally, it was the little palace maid who almost bumped into her last time.
"You look beautiful, young lady." The young palace maid, her eyes sparkling, helped her put on a hairpin. She smiled and asked softly, "Are you attending the palace banquet with His Majesty tonight, young lady?"
The young palace maid's name was Lanxin. She was just over fourteen years old and had only been in the palace for less than two years. She did not know Wen Hemian's identity, and those who did not dare to tell her much. In short, everyone called her "Miss".
Rumors swirled outside, but only those who served him knew that His Majesty was actually extremely kind to this girl. Not only did he shower her with all sorts of good things, but the most esteemed emperor was also very obedient to her, never going against her wishes.
His Majesty is not controlled by powerful clans. Judging from his attitude, this young lady will be a favored concubine even if she doesn't become empress. It's best to be careful.
Lanxin is also a quick-witted person.
"right."
Wen Hemian could easily see what the little palace maid was thinking, so she explained, "However, it might not be what you imagine."
Lanxin blinked in confusion, not understanding.
Before she could ask any more questions, the sound of greetings rang out from outside. Lanxin quickly stepped aside and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Xie Lang waved for them to leave.
"The time has come, is Han Shuang ready?"
Wen Hemian felt something was off about those words, but she suppressed her thoughts and nodded, "Let's go."
Xie Lang smiled and stepped forward, taking her hand with a slightly forceful gesture, saying with a smile, "Okay, let's go."
After being unable to refuse so many times, Wen Hemian became numb and somewhat used to it. Only when she got closer did she realize that Xie Lang's clothes, apart from being different in color from her own, had many patterns that complemented each other.
The phrase "matching outfits" involuntarily popped into my mind.
Realizing what she was thinking, Wen Hemian gasped, ignoring Xie Lang's questioning gaze.
The banquet venue wasn't far from here. Xie Lang had been leading her all the way, but thankfully he still had some sense of reason and let go of her hand just before they were about to go inside.
If he were to become his vassal, Wen Hemian would face criticism even if he were to return to the court in the future. Xie Lang understood this clearly; they had a long road ahead and there was no need to rush.
Even so, the two of them entering the banquet together still caused a huge uproar.
Ye Zhaoxuan and Lu Zishen had indescribable complex expressions on their faces. Wen Hemian's former close subordinates were either accidentally knocking over their teacups or trembling all over, including those who had once impeached her...
Everyone, without prior arrangement, stared intently at that familiar face.
Falling off a cliff, there is almost no chance of survival.
Only a few people know the inside story.
Many more people are crying out in their hearts—
Is this really not the same person?!
Wen Hemian quickly answered their questions.
When there was no one else in the harem, the emperor's favorite concubine was supposed to sit with the emperor to make it easier to serve him. Wen Hemian walked to the front and parted ways with Xie Lang, taking her seat in that familiar spot.
Everyone: "..."
The entire room was completely silent.
Only the visiting vassal king looked at Wen Hemian with curiosity, muttering to himself.
Wen Hemian: "..."
I was surprised, but I never expected it to be this surprising.
She tried to remain calm, but felt a little flustered.
Why are you all staring at her? Have you forgotten what day it is today?
However, the emperor's dignified and indifferent gaze quickly swept over everyone, and he spoke in a cold voice: "Today is the Emperor's birthday, why are you all staring at my Grand Tutor? Are you not happy that the Grand Tutor has returned?"
Who dares to disagree at this time?
The ministers waved their hands repeatedly: "No, no!"
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