I slept without any dreams.
Because she went to bed late last night, Wen Hemian woke up around noon. There was no one beside her, and her body was still warm to the touch, so she must have only been up for a short while.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
I still feel like I was a bit out of my mind when I spoke last night. If Xie Lang were still by my side when I woke up, I might not know how to face him.
It's fine as it is now.
However, she slept soundly, because her return caused quite a commotion in the capital all night.
Due to the emperor's accumulated authority and aloofness over the years, at least for the time being no one dared to ask him directly, but there was certainly no shortage of private discussions.
As one of the originators of the outrageous rumors, Ye Zhaoxuan was inevitably besieged by the ministers. From the initial helplessness to the final collapse, he could only take responsibility and repeatedly convey Wen Hemian's words to him.
"Don't worry, Lord Wen is doing quite well in the palace. His Majesty will not make things difficult for him."
"Oh, you're asking if Lord Wen is returning to court? He definitely will, but I don't know the exact time."
"Don't worry, everyone, please calm down. If you don't trust me, don't you trust Lord Wen?"
The ministers who came to the door agreed, nodding in their approval.
This question was temporarily resolved, but soon a new question arose.
It is indeed a blessing from heaven that the Imperial Tutor was able to escape death and return alive. But if he had just returned, that would have been fine. Why was he imprisoned in the palace by His Majesty?
These past few days, all sorts of rumors have been flying around, such as His Majesty showering favors on the returning beauties every night and sharing his bed with them every day. How much of it is true and how much is false remains to be seen.
When everyone was unaware of Lord Wen's identity, they turned a blind eye. But now that they know, although there was no misunderstanding about a stand-in between His Majesty and Lord Wen, they are indeed teacher and student!
How can the relationships involved be clearly understood?
No one was sure anymore.
The last old minister stepped forward, stroking his beard, his voice deep and resonant: "You all know His Majesty's temperament; it's like a sword without a sheath, hanging over our heads, never to fall. His Majesty's relationship with Lord Wen, though contrary to common sense and morality, is reassuring in its presence. Why should we dwell on this? If things get out of hand, everyone will suffer, and how long will the court remain stable? The vassal king is in the capital now; to be so concerned about this and put the cart before the horse would be laughable."
This old minister was an academic official at the Imperial Academy. He was usually low-key, but he had many students. After hearing what he said, everyone thought about it and found it to be reasonable.
“That’s right, now is not the time to worry about that.”
"We are not inflexible or pedantic people. We'll find out what His Majesty and Lord Wen are thinking later. Let's all disperse!"
Only those who have personally experienced the turmoil in the imperial court can understand how precious a moment of peace is.
Three years ago, Lord Wen fell off a cliff and his fate was unknown. How many people were heartbroken because of this? Now that he is back, that's good.
Ye Zhaoxuan remained silent, watching as a crisis quietly dissipated.
Putting everything else aside, the ministers were finally willing to let him go, and after discussing the matter, they left the Ye residence one after another.
The old minister who had spoken gave Ye Zhaoxuan a kind smile and followed him out at the back.
The front hall was finally empty.
Ye Zhaoxuan's younger sister, Ye Siyao, skipped and hopped out from behind the screen, dressed in a bright green dress, lively and spirited.
Clearly, they had been eavesdropping from behind for who knows how long.
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity: "Brother, so when I enter the imperial court in the future, will I be able to see Lord Wen?"
If we were to name the most admired figure among women in the capital, it would undoubtedly be Wen Hemian.
Especially after the establishment of girls' schools, women took Wen Daren as their role model and strived to achieve a good ranking in order to gain a chance to enter the imperial court and change their fate.
Ye Zhaoxuan had only brought his mother and sister to the capital to settle down two years ago. It just so happened that Ye Siyao made a fuss about not wanting to get married and insisted on becoming a female official in the future. Since her family was open-minded, they indulged her.
She had always done well in her studies, and with Ye Zhaoxuan occasionally giving her some pointers, her progress was remarkable.
The only regret was that she would never be able to see Lord Wen, whom she had always wanted to meet.
Hearing her ask this question again, Ye Zhaoxuan was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and gently pinched her nose, saying indulgently, "Of course you can see her. You just need to work harder and get good grades to enter the court as soon as possible, so you can talk to people more easily."
Of course not, but her younger sister was too playful, and Ye Zhaoxuan was worried that her mother would overwork herself because of her, so she took the opportunity to find something for her to do.
Ye Zhaoxuan revealed a deceptive smile.
The innocent little girl was completely unaware of her brother's malice. Instead, she nodded excitedly, "I'll listen to you, brother, and I'll definitely work hard!"
The deceptive smile instantly turned into relief.
It's true that it's easier to coax a naive little sister.
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Not only outside the palace, but also inside the palace, whether old or new, after last night, everyone basically knew Wen Hemian's original true identity.
Previously, His Majesty kept it a secret, and those who knew the truth dared not speak out. Now that everyone knows, he will definitely give his subordinates more instructions to prevent anyone from accidentally offending Lord Wen.
Everyone has witnessed His Majesty's attitude. Let alone whether his words are in accordance with the rules or not, Eunuch Lai Xi had already instructed that no matter what, he should be treated as if he were the Empress.
Wen Heming declined to comment.
After washing up and having dinner, she went to the Imperial Study to find Xie Lang.
Being an emperor is tough. He had just celebrated his birthday and was immediately busy again. There weren't many memorials to be submitted these past two days. When Wen Hemian arrived, Xie Lang was organizing the list.
Seeing him still felt a little awkward, Wen Hemian paused for a moment, then walked straight to her seat.
Xie Lang noticed her silent little action, raised an eyebrow, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes: "I thought you would sleep a little longer."
When he woke up, Wen Hemian was still sleeping peacefully. The person who used to be as aloof and distant as the moon in the court was quiet and well-behaved when he was asleep.
Xie Lang was naturally happy to admire her sleeping face, but he was a little troubled because he felt that Wen Hemian was not very wary of him and had no idea how delicious she looked in his eyes.
Just when their relationship had finally started to improve, the young and impetuous emperor, guarding his beloved, had nowhere to vent his frustration and only wished he could truly possess her.
Finally, he got up in a sorry state and fled.
Wen Hemian had no idea how conflicted and regretful he felt.
But Wen Hemian vaguely sensed that he was in some danger—as if something was eyeing him.
However, the only person who could possibly care about her was this hypocritical little pervert in front of her; no one else could.
Wen Hemian took a deep breath and tapped the table: "Your Majesty, tell me, what's the situation now?"
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