Wen Hemian spent several days persuading Xie Lang, and finally had the opportunity to leave the palace and return home, on the condition that Xie Lang come along.
She strongly suspected that even if she disagreed, Xie Lang would secretly follow her. What kind of behavior would it be for an emperor to be sneaky? It would be better to be open and aboveboard.
Wen Hemian glared at Xie Lang, broke free from his grasp, and walked up to Qingyun.
He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“I’ve made you worry for three years, and now I’m back.” Wen Hemian smiled, her eyes softening. “I heard from Uncle Lu that you’ve managed the Prince’s Mansion very well. On the way here, I even saw that loquat tree was bearing fruit. Have you tried any?”
Time flies, and even long periods of time can pass in the blink of an eye. Upon seeing Wen Hemian, Qingyun was overjoyed and quickly nodded, "I've tasted it. I'll have someone pick some for Miss to try as well."
That year was a very eventful time, and Wen Hemian was forced to leave before he even had a chance to taste the loquats.
"Need not."
Wen Hemian turned her gaze to the gloomy Xie Lang and said, "I'd like to try some. Shall Your Majesty go and pick some?"
Knowing that Wen Hemian was trying to get rid of him with a clumsy excuse, Xie Lang couldn't bring himself to refuse and reluctantly nodded, "Mm."
After speaking, he turned and left, walking back along the corridor he had come from.
Upon seeing this, Qingyun's eyes widened suddenly.
She knew Wen Hemian's personality well and thought that after experiencing such an event, Wen Hemian would break with His Majesty or have some grudges against him. But why did His Majesty still listen to Miss so much?
She couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what is your relationship with His Majesty now?"
Wen Hemian paused for a moment: "Well... I can't say for sure right now."
Perhaps they are somewhat different, but she is still unsure whether such feelings can be equivalent to Xie Lang's.
"If it's inconvenient for Miss to say, then we won't." Qingyun said understandingly, "But Miss, aren't you going back to live in the Prince's mansion?"
Even though Wen Hemian has been gone for so long, Qingyun still cleans her room every day to ensure it's spotless so she can move in whenever she returns.
"I'll probably stay in the palace for the time being."
Seeing Qingyun's worried expression, Wen Hemian smiled reassuringly: "Don't overthink it. Even His Majesty can't force me to do something I don't want to do. It's just that I'll be staying in a different place for now, and I'll come back often."
Wen Hemian wanted to come back to live, but after thinking about Xie Lang, she decided against it and decided to wait until Xie Lang's condition improved.
After that day, she consulted the imperial physicians in the palace one after another. They all insisted that His Majesty's illness was caused by heart disease. If the person he missed was by his side, it would be alright, but if he could not see that person, he would still be tormented by pain.
Xie Lang's stubbornness always appears at inopportune times. When he has an attack, he can act coquettishly and affectionately towards her without caring about anything else, or he can take advantage of her. Afterwards, he always keeps his pride and refuses to reveal his pain.
According to Lai Xi, the headache problem started around that time and would occur several times almost every month. After the headache, he would feel lethargic. In addition, Xie Lang refused to take his medicine regularly, so his condition never improved.
Wen Hemian was genuinely afraid that once he returned, the emperor would start causing trouble in the palace again, and no one would be able to control the current emperor.
Qingyun hung her head dejectedly: "Has His Majesty considered what the world will say about you when he treats you like this? No one can investigate the emperor's mistakes; they will only push the blame onto you, Miss."
Qingyun was full of concern, and Wen Hemian couldn't refuse her kindness. She thought for a long time but didn't know how to say it. Xie Lang then returned with the loquats she had picked.
Qingyun sighed and quietly withdrew.
She couldn't let her mistress be put in a difficult position.
Xie Lang pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and sat down with Wen Hemian by the corridor, peeling loquats as they spoke: "Would you like to stay at the mansion for the night?"
Wen Heming was puzzled: "What difference does it make whether we stay or leave?"
Xie Lang paused slightly, realizing what Wen Hemian was implying, and slowly smiled: "Indeed, there is no difference."
He would never let Wen Hemian leave his sight, at least not for now.
There were only the two of them in the courtyard at the moment. The guards were far away and dared not listen to their conversation. Xie Lang asked thoughtfully, "Grand Tutor, how did you feel when you were dressed as a man before?"
Wen Hemian leaned against the railing and looked out, taking the emperor's offer for granted: "It's so uncomfortable. If it weren't so inconvenient, wouldn't it be better to just act as a woman?"
Xie Lang raised an eyebrow: "Is it because the chest binder is uncomfortable? Is this why the Grand Tutor doesn't want to go out when there's no official business?"
Wen Hemian hissed; Xie Lang had really hit the nail on the head.
"Moreover, as far as I know, there were quite a few young ladies in the capital at that time who were quite fond of the Grand Tutor."
Xie Lang deliberately emphasized the phrase "quite fond of".
Wen Hemian glanced at him speechlessly: "This is not something I can control."
Xie Lang murmured, "Grand Tutor Wen is as clear-headed as the moon, possessing the air of an immortal. In truth, I am unworthy to have him..."
Wen Hemian: "?"
Which channel have we switched to this time?
After finishing the last loquat, she decisively stood up and walked out, ignoring the crazy brat. As long as Xie Lang was in the right, he would drag her around and investigate every little thing. She didn't know where he learned this skill of persistent pestering.
Wen Hemian had experienced this several times and learned to remain calm in the face of change. Xie Lang would occasionally go crazy, but she could just deal with it calmly.
Xie Lang gave an awkward smile, got up, and chased after him.
Since they were already there, the two of them ended up staying overnight at the Prince's Mansion, sleeping in Wen Hemian's room.
Almost nothing in the room had changed except for Xie Lang's extra clothes. He had stayed here quite often over the past three years, never sleeping in his own room, and no one dared to say anything. Wen Hemian watched the person making the bed with great interest and chuckled.
Sometimes I feel like he's really grown up, but other times I feel like Xie Lang hasn't changed much.
His joy was so intense that anyone who didn't know him would think he had received something he really loved.
"Are you laughing at me?" Xie Lang made the bed and immediately noticed the smile that Wen Hemian hadn't yet managed to suppress. He frowned. "Did you remember something again and start treating me like a child?"
The different curves of Wen Hemian's smiles gave Xie Lang different interpretations.
The smile vanished from her lips, and she expressionlessly pushed away the face that was so close to hers: "Go wash up."
Xie Lang grabbed the person's fingertip and pecked it.
Her thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing a hint of pleasure.
Seeing Wen Heming's ears turn red, Xie Lang turned and slipped away before being scolded, his back view revealing his joy.
Wen Heming almost laughed out of anger.
They always try to take advantage of others! Where did they learn such lecherous behavior?
It's fortunate that this person is Xie Lang; if it were someone else, they probably would have been kicked out before even touching her.
Thinking of this, Wen Hemian paused for a moment.
She began to reflect—had she really become too indulgent towards Xie Lang?
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