Wen Hemian now truly believed that Xie Lang was drunk.
At least when he's sober, he's not so willing to show his childlike side.
The heart in Wen Hemian's chest was pounding, not just her own, but also the heart of the person behind her, carrying a burning heat that could easily infect others.
Xie Lang nuzzled against her neck, which was incredibly soft and had a hint of vulnerability that was almost imperceptible. Her slight trembling was almost uncontrollable: "...I have no idea what to do. I'm worried that you won't come back to see me."
He was indeed angry, angry at her heartless abandonment, but he was more relieved that she was still alive, and that they might have a chance to meet again in their lifetime.
Just as Wen Hemian understood him, he also understood Wen Hemian, so he made the right bet, and she came back.
If one has never been favored, then all the loneliness and desolation can be endured. But to have gained and then lose is endless pain. He waited for her for three long nights.
Feeling the cool liquid falling on her neck, Wen Hemian sighed softly. She turned her body to the side, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on his cheek, and said helplessly, "How come I never noticed before that our Emperor is actually a crybaby?"
When they first met, the little brat was still eating cold buns and was in a difficult situation. I didn't see him shed a single tear then, but he has cried twice since she came back.
Tears are indeed the best tool to soften people's hearts.
Wen Hemian stared at his reddened eyes, the moisture inside mixed with a morbid pain and possessiveness. Perhaps because he still had a last bottom line in his heart, he restrained himself and did not speak, his brows furrowed with a gloom that had never dissipated over the years.
Suddenly, the emperor raised his hand and covered her eyes. Wen Hemian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing became more rapid unconsciously.
Then, the next moment, a light, fleeting kiss landed on the corner of her lips.
Unlike the initial intensity and anger, this was tender and gentle, gradual, with a subtle aroma of wine, making one feel as if they were completely enveloped by this aura.
Because she lost sight, all her senses were magnified infinitely. Wen Hemian's breathing became slightly sluggish, and she was caught off guard and lost control. In an instant, she was held even tighter and almost couldn't breathe.
But this time she couldn't bear to bite down, and it took her quite a while before she loosened her grip a little.
Xie Lang lowered his eyes and stroked her cheek meaningfully: "It feels like a dream..."
A gust of cold wind blew, and the effects of the alcohol wore off considerably. Realizing what had just happened, Xie Lang couldn't help but feel a surge of joy—something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Wen Hemian's mind was in a daze. Compared to Xie Lang, who could express his feelings directly, she was not someone who could face her desires directly. She was blinded by greed and did not refuse. Now her face was still flushed.
She gently looked away.
Xie Lang didn't pay attention to her actions, but his voice became even lower: "No matter what the reason is, I'm happy that you didn't refuse."
Wen Hemian blinked but didn't say anything.
In a daze, she realized that from this moment on, the bond between her and Xie Lang was destined to become even stronger.
...
After gathering her thoughts, Wen Hemian watched Xie Lang drink a bowl of hangover soup, and the two returned to the banquet venue one after the other.
Wen Hemian washed her face with cold water, patted her cheeks, and only after feeling the heat completely dissipate did she return to her seat.
Xie Lang returned after her. Although this move seemed like an attempt to cover up the truth, they couldn't be too blatant with so many vassal kings present.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Zhaoxuan secretly slipped over to her side.
The banquet was filled with laughter and revelry, and many people must have been secretly watching her beforehand. But it didn't matter; a few glances wouldn't hurt her. Wen Hemian remained calm and unmoved.
Ye Zhaoxuan's furtive behavior gave off a strong sense of thievery.
"Lord Wen, how have you been in the palace these past few days?"
Having missed the chance to speak last time, and having made a huge blunder after returning home, Ye Zhaoxuan felt guilty and lacked confidence when facing Wen Hemian.
"It's alright if it's inconvenient to say... I just want to say on everyone's behalf that we have been waiting for you to return to the court."
Ye Zhaoxuan had initially received favors and kept them in mind. When he heard that Wen Hemian had gotten into trouble, many people were quite distraught. However, after these three years, more and more ministers realized that although it seemed like Wen Hemian was gone, in reality, a pillar of stability had been lost.
His Majesty's temper is truly something only she can handle.
When the ministers misunderstood the rumors before, they thought this way, and now they probably think this way even more.
Well... even if we take a step back and assume that the girl in the harem is Wen Hemian and not some so-called substitute, the ministers are indeed relieved.
Everyone has witnessed the character of Lord Wen, and there is absolutely no doubt about that.
"There's nothing inconvenient to say," Wen Hemian said apologetically. "I'm sorry to have troubled everyone. I'm doing just fine in the palace. This isn't solely His Majesty's fault; I also have my share of the blame. I will take care of the unfinished business with His Majesty as soon as possible."
After three years, Wen Hemian has calmed down enough. She just hasn't fully figured things out yet. Continuing to run away like this will only cause pain for both of them.
Ye Zhaoxuan hesitated for a moment, then glanced up and saw her dignified and calm expression, which calmed him down. "Alright, if Lord Wen needs any help, please let us know, and we will do our best."
He actually wanted to talk about the changes His Majesty had undergone in recent years, but after thinking it over, he felt that Wen Hemian couldn't possibly be unaware of them, so he held back.
Wen Hemian nodded.
Just as he was about to continue, he saw Ye Zhaoxuan's horrified look, as if he had seen a ghost, and he hurriedly slipped away.
Looking back, well, Xie Lang is back.
Wen Heming shook his head with a wry smile.
She drank quite a bit of alcohol tonight, and switched to tea for the second half; she shouldn't overindulge.
After the banquet, Xie Lang was going to catch up with the princes, but Wen Hemian thought about it and decided not to participate. Anyway, Xie Lang would definitely tell her about it later, so it made no difference.
She really didn't want to be treated like a national treasure anymore.
Especially Prince Jia, Xie Yong, always gave her a sticky and disgusting look, which was completely different from the Emperor's sincere gaze. The two were worlds apart.
She didn't feel any favoritism whatsoever.
Of course, outsiders can't compare to our own people.
"I still have to argue with them, so I'll probably be back a little late. I told Laixi to have someone boil some hot water. You should wash up and get some rest. Don't wait for me."
Taking advantage of everyone leaving their seats, Xie Lang quietly approached Wen Hemian, a smile playing on his lips.
It's clear you're really happy tonight.
Wen Hemian swallowed back what she wanted to say and nodded, "I understand, Your Majesty. Please go quickly and don't linger here any longer."
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