The young emperor's figure quickly disappeared into the night.
He couldn't take back what he had given away. Wen Hemian's eyes trembled, and he suddenly realized that he really shouldn't have said that.
Even if we don't accept it, we must never trample on the young man's sincere and earnest heart.
But in the end, it didn't work out.
The current situation is something she never imagined.
Qingyun came in from outside with some worry.
"You and His Majesty, have you had a fight?"
The more joyful the young emperor was when he arrived, the more terrified he became when he left.
His cold and imposing aura made people afraid to approach him.
Qingyun was already worried that something had happened, so he rushed inside, only to find Wen Hemian sitting blankly at the small table.
Wen Hemian sighed silently: "I guess so."
She pondered for a moment, her gaze lingering on the table. She then reached out and picked up the imperial edict and the blank imperial decree, carefully putting them away.
Qingyun didn't see what it was clearly, but her intuition told her something was amiss. She pouted and said, "Today is your birthday, and His Majesty has to argue with you at this time..."
“It was my fault this time, don’t put all the blame on His Majesty.” Wen Hemian shook his head slightly, his mood a little down. “Perhaps I really did make a mistake.”
She is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, let alone in something she has never experienced before.
She was also confused about her feelings and didn't know how to deal with them.
Unfortunately... unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
“Young Master will not do anything wrong.” Qingyun didn’t care about anything else; her heart was always on Wen Hemian’s side. “You helped His Majesty, and His Majesty can hardly repay you. Besides, His Majesty was in the wrong first, so you don’t need to feel too guilty.”
Wen Heming neither agreed nor disagreed.
Qingyun didn't know how to comfort her, so she silently cleared away the dishes and left Wen Hemian alone.
If Wen Hemian was somewhat hesitant before this, this incident only strengthened her resolve.
Before she knew whether she could get a response, she wanted to speed things up, finish what she wanted to do, and then go for a walk.
Xie Lang's stubbornness is hard to correct. She doesn't want to make things difficult for herself anymore, but she also doesn't want to fall into this trap.
I need to find a chance to get away.
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Lai Xi had no idea what had happened.
His Majesty returned from a pleasant trip to the Prince's residence, only to become unhappy again. His aura was so cold that it felt like ice crystals could form if you got too close.
The birthday gift he was holding was gone, it seems Lord Wen accepted it, so what's going on here?
Lai Xi was completely baffled.
I felt confused and worried.
It is said that if the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. Of course, His Majesty would not be willing to treat Lord Wen that way, but if he really had some intentions, could Lord Wen really refuse?
I'm afraid this teacher-student relationship will escalate to an embarrassing point in the future, what should we do then!
Lai Xi dared not voice these thoughts, and could only serve His Majesty with even greater caution, for fear of angering the Emperor and losing his own head.
Xie Lang was indeed a bit hot-tempered.
But this time he couldn't bring himself to back down, so he could only keep a cold face all day and speed up the process of dealing with those increasingly arrogant powerful families.
Once they've dealt with them, and then they try to promote girls' education, even if Wen Hemian is unhappy about it, she'll still praise him a few times, right?
Thinking of this, Xie Lang felt a little better.
Putting everything else aside, the Grand Tutor said it was inappropriate, but he didn't return the birthday gifts. Isn't that a form of tacit acceptance?
The more I think about it, the less depressed I feel.
All the memorials impeaching Wen Heming were rejected.
"Your Majesty, Chief Huo requests an audience."
Xie Lang: "Come in."
Huo Ping clasped his hands in a salute: "Your Majesty, someone has discovered traces of rebels in the west. Two people have been captured. Please grant Your Majesty further instructions."
"No need to investigate further, just convict them directly." Xie Lang frowned, his eyelids twitched, and he added, "Find everyone as quickly as possible, don't leave any hidden dangers."
"Your Majesty, I will give the order immediately."
Xie Lang: "Mm."
While Xie Lang was busy, Wen Hemian was also constantly occupied.
She hardly ever went out anymore, and instead used her spare time to write down a series of regulations for establishing a girls' school in the mansion.
Although it cannot be implemented for the time being, this is the safest approach. Even if she is not around, as long as Xie Lang is determined to promote it, there will be no problems.
She had tentatively brought up the topic of leaving a long time ago, but the little one reacted too strongly, making her afraid to bring it up a second time.
Therefore, she didn't tell anyone about her plans before she had made all the preparations.
His Majesty the Emperor has connections everywhere, and the entire capital is filled with his spies. If news were to get into the palace without her knowledge... Wen Hemian felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it.
The older they get, the harder they are to deal with.
This is no longer the docile puppy it once was, but a wild beast baring its fangs, waiting to tear apart the facade of peace.
As the second half of the month began, the weather grew increasingly bleak and cold. When Wen Hemian saw the first withered yellow leaf outside the window, she suddenly realized that another year was about to pass.
Since her last birthday celebration, Wen Hemian has been using illness as an excuse to avoid morning court for more than half a month. Any particularly important matters have been sent to her residence for handling. Xie Lang has not been sneaking over either. Looking at it this way, it's clear that they haven't seen each other for quite some time.
This is a rare occurrence for the usually clingy little emperor.
Since she began assisting Xie Lang, it seems they have never been apart for such a long time.
I'm a little... not used to it.
Wen Heming put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrist, looked at the stack of papers he had finished writing, and breathed a sigh of relief.
When she got busy, she didn't pay attention to anything else and became much calmer. Xie Lang was clearly sulking. After thinking it over, she decided to go to the palace to appease him, otherwise things might get complicated later.
Okay, she admits, she's still a little soft-hearted.
Wen Hemian calmed herself down and put on a disguise before stepping into the carriage to the palace.
As soon as she arrived, Lai Xi, who had been looking miserable, was overjoyed and hurriedly welcomed her inside.
"Lord Wen, you've finally arrived! His Majesty has been talking about you these past few days."
Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow: "Are you just being polite?"
Lai Xi scratched his hand awkwardly: "Hahahaha..."
It wasn't exactly polite talk; it's just that some of the things His Majesty said were a bit inconvenient to say aloud.
Fortunately, although his words were somewhat exaggerated, His Majesty's concern for Lord Wen was genuine.
Xie Lang truly hadn't expected Wen Hemian to come see him again. Any resentment he harbored vanished unconsciously upon seeing that person, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Hanshuang."
Lai Xi, who was about to close the door, heard this, scoffed, and quickly slipped away.
Wen Hemian tried his best to remain calm: "Your Majesty."
"I've been thinking about it..."
Before she could finish speaking, someone rushed in from outside: "Your Majesty, urgent report!"
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