Xie Lang was still uneasy. He was about to speak again when Wen Hemian burst out laughing first: "Just kidding. Between His Majesty and me, why would I worry about such a thing as discarding a bow after the birds are all gone?"
Wen Heming spoke bluntly, and Xie Lang was taken aback. After realizing what she meant, he shook his head repeatedly and said seriously, "Absolutely not."
That's believable.
Wen Hemian wasn't worried about that situation happening; she was worried about other things happening.
But it's also true that she didn't want Xie Lang's men around her; she had secrets, and it was inconvenient for her to act if someone was watching her.
"Isn't that it?" Wen Hemian put down the poor teacup and casually mentioned, "After dealing with the Ning Party, the court will definitely be short of people. Shen Changyan and his friends should not be sent out for the time being, but stay in the court to deal with emergencies."
These people were all personally examined by Xie Lang during the palace examination. It was unlikely that they would defect to the Ning Party. Keeping them around for emergencies was acceptable, and their character could be observed later.
In one sentence, Xie Lang suppressed his restless desire to send Shen Changyan abroad.
This time, he was lucky.
Wen Hemian shook his head with amusement.
Sometimes, Xie Lang's thoughts are too easy to guess.
Of course, a large part of the reason is that this little brat doesn't hide anything from her at all, and deliberately lets her guess so that she can coax him.
Wen Heming didn't try to coax her.
Having said what she needed to say, she was just about to leave when Xie Lang smiled and said, "I noticed that the Grand Tutor quite likes the newly brewed wine, so I'll have someone send it to the Prince's residence?"
"Alright. But don't give it all to me, Your Majesty. Keep some for yourself."
Wen Hemian readily accepted his advances.
Xie Lang smiled and nodded, watching her leave.
It wasn't until she left the Imperial Garden that Wen Hemian belatedly realized that her palms were sticky and sweaty, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Even though she considered herself the person most familiar with Xie Lang in the world, Wen Hemian had to admit that she could no longer face him in the same way as before.
Despite their close relationship and mutual trust, Wen Heming still maintained a bottom line.
The Prince's Mansion is the only place that cannot be fully handed over.
Wen Hemian's long eyelashes trembled slightly. He put his hands behind his back, glanced at the sunset on the horizon, and murmured softly.
"Please don't disappoint me..."
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The newly appointed scholars were gradually assigned to suitable positions to gain experience.
As the top scholar in the imperial examination, Shen Changyan was appointed as a compiler in the Hanlin Academy.
Most of the top scholars in history started from this position and worked their way up step by step. Only Wen Hemian was appointed in a time of crisis and became the Grand Tutor as soon as she entered officialdom. What was the end point for others was the beginning point for her.
However, over the years, the skill and ability she has demonstrated have made it impossible for anyone to criticize her for this.
Absolute ability is always the best reason to persuade.
Wen Hemian didn't care about external evaluations, because something else had happened to make her happy a couple of days ago: in addition to sweet potatoes, the caravan had brought back another high-yield crop—potatoes.
Potatoes that haven't been domesticated yet tend to be smaller, but their high yield more than makes up for this. And, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but these small potatoes taste better than the potatoes that are painstakingly cultivated today.
It's a great choice as a staple food.
Wen Hemian rarely went into the kitchen, so she made potato chips with thinly sliced potatoes, sprinkled them with seasoning, and ate them one by one with great relish.
Even as a patient in modern times, she could not resist the temptation of puffed food.
Qingyun also tried it and couldn't help but gasp, his eyes showing regret: "If there were more potatoes, it would be so much more popular in the restaurants in the capital."
"really."
Wen Heming nodded in agreement.
Potatoes are a treasure of a food; they taste delicious no matter how they're fried, boiled, or stir-fried. Hopefully, with increased production, more people will be able to enjoy their deliciousness.
She sent some to Xie Lang as usual.
The rewards arrived that afternoon, along with His Majesty the Emperor himself.
Fortunately, the people in the Prince's mansion were used to it, otherwise they would have been quite startled.
Wen Hemian was slightly amused and exasperated: "What's there to reward me for?"
Xie Lang sat down and said, "The items were sent by the Grand Tutor to find, but the blessings they bring are for the people of the world. What's wrong with me giving them a small reward?"
"So many novel things, I have never seen them before, and I don't know which book the Grand Tutor saw them in. They always surprise me."
Xie Lang casually mentioned it without asking any further questions, and quickly changed the subject: "Grand Tutor, take a look. These are all newly sent to the palace. Do you like them?"
Wen Heming stepped forward and casually lifted a box, revealing a box full of gorgeous and dazzling jewelry. She paused visibly: "Aren't you being a little too blatant?"
Xie Lang smiled indifferently: "It's useless to pile them up in the palace. Apart from those given to noblewomen during festivals, there are plenty in the storeroom. The Grand Tutor's people are all in the mansion, so I'm not worried about the news leaking out."
Xie Lang's thinking was actually simple: rather than leaving it in the palace where it might be embezzled without anyone noticing, he would rather give it all to Wen Hemian. She could keep what she liked, and even if she didn't like it, Wen Hemian would find a use for it.
Wen Hemian took a light breath and closed the box: "Don't do that next time, it's unnecessary."
She considered saving these things for her future sweetheart, but after thinking about the current situation, she decided to keep quiet.
The more I talk, the more confused I get.
Xie Lang insisted, "It will be useful."
The previously harmonious atmosphere fell into a sudden silence after those words were spoken.
Xie Lang is usually obedient, but he is stubborn on some things. Wen Hemian used to think it was no big deal and never corrected him, but now he is finally reaping the bitter fruit of his actions.
Yet, this is precisely the kind of person she personally trained. She taught him how to pave the way and how to control things with the heart of an emperor. Now, how many people in the world can refute him?
After a moment, she gave in: "Fine, we'll need it."
Anyway, it's the same thing if you exchange it for real silver.
Others might not dare to touch the things bestowed upon them by His Majesty the Emperor, but Wen Hemian did.
"It is given by me, Grand Tutor, please accept it."
Xie Lang's handsome features lit up with a smile, and after shedding his imposing aura, he was completely like a spirited young man.
He argued logically and convincingly: "How can these things compare to what the Grand Tutor has given me over the years? No one can find fault with this."
Xie Lang sometimes wondered if this was all a dream, if there really were people in the world who could do such a thing and ask for nothing in return.
If he could, he would prefer Wen Hemian to have a bit more personal ambition; as long as she had any requests, he was confident he could keep her.
Power, emperorship, wealth, or fame—there's nothing he can't offer.
But Wen Hemian didn't seem to care that much.
He was a little frustrated and a little panicked.
He was afraid that this person would quietly leave when he wasn't paying attention.
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