Initially, Xie Lang only wanted to be an emperor with great power, but with Wen Hemian by his side, he had higher aspirations, wanting to excel in both literary and military arts.
Even knowing that she had already raised her child in the wrong way, Wen Hemian still felt shocked by the direct experience.
She sighed, "Is it to fulfill my wishes? Your Majesty, sometimes I'd rather you had your own selfish motives."
From their first encounter, Wen Hemian naturally possessed an information gap, and it was Xie Lang's relentless pursuit over the past ten years that gradually bridged this gap.
He's still like this now, which makes Wen Hemian feel a little guilty.
"Who said I didn't have selfish motives?"
Xie Lang smiled and tilted his head: "Does the Grand Tutor really not know what my selfish motives are?"
The emperor only had eyes for her.
Wen Hemian had never felt so clearly that so-called selfishness—it was her.
She chuckled: "What kind of selfishness is that?"
"Why doesn't it count?"
Xie Lang said earnestly, "I only need the Grand Tutor."
In Xie Lang's eyes, nothing else could possibly be more important than Wen Heming.
He only wanted to become a better monarch because of Wen Hemian.
Say what you want.
Wen Hemian couldn't interfere too much with Xie Lang's thoughts, nor did she want to. Regardless of any selfish motives, as long as things went well, that was enough.
He's not the kind of gentle and refined gentleman you'd expect, so there's no need to worry about him too much.
"But going there is no joke."
Wen Hemian's expression turned serious. She beckoned Xie Lang to come to her side.
Xie Lang happily went over.
Wen Hemian: "The battlefield is different from the imperial court. If you want to personally lead the expedition, you should talk to the generals more in the days to come."
According to the book, Xie Lang definitely has a talent for leading troops in battle, but that doesn't mean he won't get injured as a result.
The book only briefly mentions how miserable the villains are, but when it comes to Xie Lang, it's a real situation. He feels pain when he's injured and faces the threat of death at any time.
He is not a two-dimensional character, but a real person of flesh and blood.
These are all things they need to take into account.
"Hmm." Xie Lang replied, then suddenly leaned closer to Wen Hemian, seemingly lost in thought, "Hanshuang, you look so worried about me."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wen Hemian's eyes sharpened slightly: "You are mine... How could I not be worried at all about something as dangerous as going to the battlefield?"
Wen Hemian knew that she had a typical conflicted mindset. She wanted Xie Lang to go, but at the same time she didn't want him to go. She felt awkward saying it to his face. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but shift her gaze.
However, His Majesty the Emperor has clearly missed the point.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously grabbed Wen Heming's hand, asking with a trembling and excited voice, "Grand Tutor, what were you thinking about me?"
Wen Hemian was introverted and calm, and Xie Lang always had to slowly pry open his eyes to find a crack in her skin. Therefore, he paid close attention to every change.
Fortunately, he has changed his approach compared to before, combining assertiveness with gentleness, which makes him less annoying.
Wen Hemian glanced at him helplessly: "You really are..."
She couldn't quite put her finger on what it really meant.
A moment later, it succumbed to the wolf cub's intensely expectant and yearning gaze.
"Can I say you're my little husband?"
Having heard everything, Xie Lang wouldn't give up until he gave a satisfactory answer. Wen Hemian knew he was a fierce beast hiding his claws and pretending to be docile, but she still couldn't do anything about it.
Xie Lang quickly leaned over and pecked her cheek: "Husband is husband, why add the word 'little'? I'm not little..."
Men often have a strange competitive spirit when it comes to certain things.
"Xie Lang." Wen Hemian narrowed his eyes, his expression displeased. "Am I wrong to say this?"
In other words, when they are alone, people around them will keep their distance; otherwise, Xie Lang's words would truly be considered an insult to civility.
Is this the kind of thing to say in this situation?
"Yes, it's my fault."
When Xie Lang was called by his full name, he quickly straightened up.
He slapped his mouth, clearly pleased: "I am the husband of the Grand Tutor."
He usually called her by both the titles of Grand Tutor and Han Shuang without thinking much of it, but this sentence sounded really strange. Putting herself in her shoes, Wen Hemian could roughly understand what those ministers who were secretly gossiping about her were thinking.
In modern times, you definitely wouldn't pass the teacher qualification exam.
Wen Hemian shook her head, shaking off those strange thoughts in her mind: "Let's get down to business."
"It's alright to talk about it when we get back."
At this time of year, it gets dark late and it's still bright outside, so it's not easy to notice the passage of time. Xie Lang arrived right on time, but he still had to wait for quite a while.
To put it another way, it won't cause any delay.
Wen Hemian was concerned that he wasn't fully recovered and that going horseback riding and archery in the afternoon would be physically demanding, so she nodded in agreement: "Okay."
When it's hot and people don't have much of an appetite, the imperial kitchen prepares light and refreshing side dishes, paired with porridge, making for a light and refreshing meal.
After Wen Hemian put down her chopsticks, Xie Lang finished off the rest of the food. She thought to herself, "This emperor is quite frugal."
Perhaps due to his childhood experiences of not having enough to eat or wear, Xie Lang never wastes food, is not picky about food, and has no rule of only taking three bites from a plate, which makes him seem very easy to manage.
After dinner, I went for a walk in the garden to digest my food and continue the conversation I hadn't finished earlier.
“In recent years, military officers have been given more attention and are in a better position than before. They are grateful to you, so communication should be easier.”
The Great Zhao Dynasty encountered problems in the middle of its history, and the emphasis on civil affairs over military affairs was a legacy of that time. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a shortage of capable people on the border. In the end, Wen Chengyuan volunteered to guard the border.
When Xie Lang first gained real power, he was already considering this issue and successively sent his trusted ministers out to gain experience. Now, he has finally cultivated a new generation, avoiding the hidden danger of a generational gap.
"not necessarily."
Xie Lang said, "Their attitude towards the royal family is not as optimistic as we imagined."
Being neglected and ostracized is not a matter of a day or two. In their eyes, Xie Lang may be considered a qualified emperor, but whether he is a wise ruler worthy of their following is probably still a matter of consideration.
“You are you, and the late emperor is the late emperor. If they understood this, they would know that the two cannot be confused.”
Wen Heming pondered: "Impressions are hard to change, but we can't make sweeping generalizations. Let's find out their attitude first."
"Hmm." Xie Lang gently comforted her, "Leave this matter to me. It will take some time, Han Shuang, don't worry too much."
Xie Lang was extremely perceptive to Wen Hemian's emotional changes. He saw her anxiety and could only clumsily try to comfort her in his own way.
Perhaps it was an instinct of an older person, but subconsciously she still regarded him as someone who needed to be taken care of.
But the once frail little boy is now able to hold her and shield her from the wind and rain.
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