When it comes to witty banter, Wen Heming can't outmaneuver Xie Lang if they find the right angle.
Even if she were given another eight hundred years, she still couldn't utter such vulgar words without batting an eye like Xie Lang.
Wen Hemian expressionlessly tugged at his hair, and only when she saw the pain on his face did she release her grip with satisfaction.
"The Grand Tutor always does this."
Xie Lang snorted, showing some self-awareness about his behavior, and didn't continue speaking.
He still couldn't quite understand why, even though he had done even more outrageous things, the Grand Tutor was still so reserved in his words.
Xie Lang had no intention of deceiving Wen Hemian, and he said whatever he wanted to say, but every time he did so, it always angered people, which was quite troublesome.
“If I don’t do this, His Majesty will probably go even further.”
Wen Hemian could roughly tell what he was thinking from his expression, and whether she saw through him or not.
Xie Lang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Not at all."
If conditions allowed, Xie Lang would like to argue with Wen Hemian a bit more, but Wen Hemian was in a stable mood and didn't know how to get to him, so he had to give up.
Wen Hemian pushed him away without any mercy: "Get out of my way."
Xie Lang was quick-witted at this moment. Seeing that there were still two or three documents left in front of her, he picked them up and helped her deal with them.
Not only would she imitate Xie Lang's handwriting, but Xie Lang would also imitate her handwriting. Even if the slight differences were noticed, no one would say anything, since everyone in the court knew they were together.
As long as it doesn't cause any trouble, no one will go out of their way to make things difficult.
The ministers were full of shrewd calculations, but they were not fools.
"Speaking of which, what's happening with those spies that Prince Jia left in the capital?"
When Prince Jia came last time, he stayed for a long time, not to wait for Xie Lang to summon him.
He had lived in the capital for some time, and although it was a long time ago, he still had a certain foundation there because of his maternal family. He spent a long time secretly contacting his old subordinates.
No matter how discreetly they tried to hide it, the people who were watching them all the time noticed something amiss and immediately presented it to Xie Lang's desk.
For every spy pulled out, another would appear. So they simply remained still, letting the spies secretly spread the news and occasionally provide misleading information, seven parts true and three parts false, which quickly fooled the people.
However, they couldn't possibly know whether Xie Yong truly believed it or not, and they would have to wait and see what happened next.
Xie Lang said, "They are currently behaving themselves, and the mastermind behind this has not yet revealed anything. I have ordered my men to intensify their investigation."
Spies are often used as a tool in games of strategy, but they are often a double-edged sword. If used improperly, they can easily backfire. Xie Lang took advantage of this to get them to pass on incorrect information.
"I just wonder, who could it be?"
Wen Hemian stroked his chin, mentally eliminating most of the names. The remaining ones were just small fry who, in principle, shouldn't have been involved in confidential matters.
Three years ago, a bloodbath was carried out, and then many new faces came in. I really can't figure out who has such ability.
Xie Lang smiled calmly, but it sent chills down one's spine: "It doesn't matter. Whoever it is, as long as they dare to show themselves, I will make sure they die without a burial place."
Xie Lang is intolerant of any injustice. He might tolerate small fry, but if anyone who has been in contact with the center of power dares to betray him, he will definitely uproot them completely.
He had been good-tempered in front of Wen Heming for a long time, which gave them a false impression. Some people started to act recklessly, but he would eventually suppress them.
Wen Hemian knew he was not a kind person, so she was not frightened by his words and accepted them well, saying, "It is necessary to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."
There are still many things I don't understand.
If the mastermind in the capital has a high enough status, why would he abandon a peaceful life to help a distant prince rebel?
There must be some hidden story they don't know about.
Xie Lang noticed Wen Hemian's expression and found it increasingly interesting. He lowered his voice and said, "I suddenly realized that Han Shuang is different from before."
There was a time when she would feel heartbroken watching prisoners beheaded, but now she can calmly tell him to make an example of them.
Wen Hemian remained calm and didn't seem to feel much: "People change. Being in a high position and being indecisive is not a good habit."
This is something her parents taught her personally; otherwise, every year there would be arrogant barbarians coming to plunder, and they couldn't just let them go so easily.
If we let them go, who will let the persecuted people go?
When there are differing stances, one must prioritize considering one's own people.
"That's right."
Xie Lang used to worry about her temperament, but now it seems he was just being overly anxious.
Wen Heming realized something and frowned at him: "Your Majesty, don't look down on people. No matter what, I am still your tutor."
"No." Xie Lang smiled gently at her, his eyes innocent. "The Grand Tutor has wronged me."
Wen Heming remained unmoved: "Whether you are wronged or not, you know the truth in your heart."
No matter how well one pretends, one cannot hide their obsessive nature.
After saying that, Wen Hemian stood up, preparing to leave first.
But His Majesty the Emperor followed closely behind.
Just kidding, they haven't seen each other for two days. Even if they don't do anything, Xie Lang will definitely need to keep an eye on them to feel at ease.
...
While the capital was peaceful and harmonious, a secret report was sent to Prince Jia's fiefdom.
As the pigeons circling overhead landed, Xie Yong didn't even look up, and directly pushed away the voluptuous dancer in his arms: "Get down first."
The dancer stumbled, tears welling in her eyes, and before she could even feel aggrieved, she was taken away by the guards who came forward.
Xie Yong loves beautiful women, but he believes he would never let women interfere with his work.
He removed the letter tied to the pigeon's leg and scanned it with great interest, wanting to see what the young emperor was up to in the capital. Unexpectedly, what caught his eye was the news that Wen Heming had concurrently served as the Grand Secretary.
He raised an eyebrow: "The young emperor didn't even make her empress?"
Xie Yong had always viewed the young emperor's infatuation with his teacher with a sense of amusement, but after meeting him in person, he could roughly understand it to some extent.
Xie Yong was more interested in the imperial tutor, who was known for his gentle and easy-going nature, than the unpredictable and violent young emperor.
It wasn't just because she had the Wen family backing her, but also because he was curious about how a girl disguised as a boy could break through the encirclement of wolves and tigers; otherwise, he wouldn't have extended an olive branch to her as soon as they met.
Unfortunately, they were too busy expanding their own business in those years to pay attention to the capital, and now it's a bit difficult to find out anything.
The young emperor is truly protective of his people.
His advisors speculated: "Perhaps the young emperor intends to leave him here to oversee the capital?"
Xie Yong looked over and asked, "Are you so sure the young emperor will come in person?"
The advisor's face was shrouded in a mask, making it impossible to see his expression, but his eyes were filled with a dark and menacing look: "Yes, Your Highness."
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