The Prince's mansion was so well-guarded that only the Emperor could sneak in without alerting the guards.
They dared not stop them, nor could they stop them.
But it's kind of scary to suddenly see someone in your room like that!
Wen Hemian tried to soften her tone. She closed the door, walked to the side, and lit a candle: "What is it now, Your Majesty? Why don't you light a lamp when you come to my room? Is it fun to be in the dark?"
The candlelight flickered on, and Xie Lang stared at her intently through the dim, dancing light, his tone slightly sour: "If I hadn't come to see you while the Grand Tutor is away, he probably wouldn't even remember me."
Ning Hechu's men are very vigilant. Huo Ping's investigation has not yielded any results yet, but the conversation this afternoon still made Xie Lang feel uneasy. He desperately wanted to see Wen Hemian, but on the other hand, he felt it was inappropriate, so he could only sneak in and wait for her to return.
Fortunately, the guards were familiar with him and turned a blind eye without interfering.
Wen Hemian was both amused and exasperated: "It's only been one day. Isn't the time I spend with Your Majesty enough?"
Look, even a layman can easily see how dependent His Majesty the Emperor is on her. Why doesn't Xie Lang reflect on himself?
Xie Lang slowly ground his teeth, acting unreasonably: "I don't care, the Grand Tutor is just ignoring me anyway."
Wen Hemian watched him with a calm and collected expression, waiting to see what else he could say.
When the two locked eyes, one of them was bound to lose. Unfortunately, Xie Lang was the one who lost.
He felt that the Grand Tutor possessed a magical power. He had been feeling depressed before he arrived, but as soon as he saw the Grand Tutor, all his emotions vanished instantly, and he couldn't muster any anger at all.
There was no way to question her about whether she was deceiving him.
Xie Lang was feeling dejected.
Seeing his seemingly droopy ears, Wen Hemian chuckled inwardly, but skillfully coaxed a child, "Then how does Your Majesty intend to punish me?"
"No punishment." Xie Lang shook his head decisively. He wasn't a capricious tyrant. His gaze swept across the room inch by inch. "I'll stay tonight."
There's a court assembly tomorrow, and Wen Hemian no longer wants to think about the shock of her attending court with His Majesty the Emperor. Her thoughts drifted, wondering if Xie Lang had told Lai Xi when he came out, otherwise the poor Grand Eunuch would be crying alone in the empty palace tomorrow morning.
Hmm.
Wen Heming shook his head, suppressing his wild thoughts: "Stay. His Majesty is already here, how could I possibly send you away?"
Xie Lang nodded roughly, but paused slightly when his gaze fell on the things hanging on the clothes rack.
Wen Heming belatedly noticed his gaze, and when she looked in that direction, her scalp tingled slightly.
Xie Lang never sneaks into her room when he comes, so she was a little careless. What was hanging on the clothes rack was her usual corset!
Before she could change the subject, Xie Lang asked, "Grand Tutor, what is that?"
Xie Lang was barely considered polite. He simply sat on the small couch and asked, his gaze fixed on the soft white fabric with a row of strange little buttons that didn't match any of the clothes he usually saw.
Wen Hemian was glad that she disliked the traditional chest binder because it was uncomfortable. This was a modern chest binder that she made herself. Otherwise, even if Xie Lang didn't know now, he might have realized it at some point later.
Knowing something passively and knowing it actively are completely different.
She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and calmly replied, "I don't know, maybe Qingyun left it when he was cleaning the room."
Xie Lang still felt something was strange, and he suspiciously withdrew his gaze: "Really?"
Wen Hemian remained unfazed: "Yes. Would I lie to His Majesty? If you really want to know, I'll ask Qingyun later."
It wasn't anything important, so Xie Lang didn't dwell on it. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, there's no need to trouble the Grand Tutor."
When dealing with Xie Lang, honesty is often easier than outright deception. Knowing that this would be enough to get away with it, Wen Hemian breathed a sigh of relief.
However, this incident also served as a wake-up call for her, and she needs to pay more attention to these details in the future.
It wasn't that she didn't want to be honest, but Ning Hechu hadn't been dealt with yet, and without a clear understanding of Xie Lang's attitude, being honest would carry greater risks.
We've come this far, so what's a little longer? Let's wait until things settle down before worrying about this issue.
Wen Hemian had a slight perfectionist streak; she barely remembered that this was her task, and she had to complete it perfectly.
The two of them stopped talking about this topic without prior arrangement. Wen Hemian glanced at him and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
As expected, Xie Lang shook his head: "No."
Perhaps feeling a little guilty, she spoke softly.
Wen Hemian laughed in exasperation: "So you don't cherish your own body at all, huh?"
When Wen Hemian first took over Xie Lang's care, Xie Lang's health was really poor. Once he was able to relax a little and let his guard down, Xie Lang's mind relaxed, and he fell ill again for a long time on and off.
During that time, Ning Hechu thought he wouldn't make it, and even took pity on him and came to see him twice, but Xie Lang had a strong will to live and managed to pull through.
My health has gradually improved over the past few years thanks to strengthening my body and working out.
Xie Lang slumped his shoulders and said decisively, "I was wrong, Grand Tutor."
Wen Hemian said coldly, "So you'll do it again next time, huh?"
Xie Lang didn't dare to speak, and cautiously glanced at her.
Wen Hemian was helpless.
Having worried about him to this extent, it was impossible for him to be so heartless as to leave him pitiful. So he simply instructed the servants outside to prepare a late-night snack for them.
They weren't eating in this room. When they went out, Xie Lang glanced at the corset on the clothes rack again. Wen Hemian felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't admit it without being told, so she had to bite the bullet and let him see it.
Xie Lang imprinted the shape and appearance of the thing in his mind, and without lingering, followed Wen Hemian out.
After all that fuss, Wen Hemian's appetite returned somewhat. She ate a late-night snack with Xie Lang, and then ruthlessly sent him back to his room to rest.
When Wen Hemian returned to her room and saw the corset, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She didn't forget to emphasize to Qingyun, "From now on, please keep everything in my room secure."
Qingyun realized something from this: "Did His Majesty see this today?"
"Hmm." Wen Hemian nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. "It's also my fault for being careless. He is the emperor, and from now on, no one in the world will be able to stop him. This period of time is the only time left, so be careful."
Qingyun's expression was solemn: "Starting tomorrow, I will check everything for you when I pack."
Wen Hemian: "Thank you, you've worked hard."
Qingyun quickly shook her head: "What are you saying, young master? This is all my duty."
Wen Hemian's identity is not yet known to everyone in the mansion. Qingyun is the closest person to her, and she has a responsibility to handle these matters properly.
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