Lord Xu is the first person to dare to speak so frankly and unconventionally about the emperor.
"In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that since His Majesty has made this decision, there is no reason for him to let go. Those who have experienced those three years would probably not want to interfere with His Majesty's decision."
Lord Xu spoke in a low, somber tone.
Wen Hemian was truly stunned by what he said. In feudal times, there was never a shortage of open-minded people.
She laughed: "No wonder I felt close to Lord Xu back then; it turns out we thought so similarly."
“It’s fate.” Lord Xu coughed twice more, his hand trembling as he touched his beard, looking rather unwell. “In terms of serving in the court, I have been longer than Lord Wen. Although I didn’t take sides at first, it is undeniable that I have always admired Lord Wen.”
At this point, Wen Hemian understood that the key point was coming.
Her expression was gentle: "If you have anything to say, Lord Xu, please speak freely."
"I won't stand on ceremony with you. The Imperial Academy involves the sons of noble families. The new Chancellor is my student. Although he thinks similarly to me, he is straightforward and not good at adapting. I will have to trouble Lord Wen to take good care of him."
When Lord Xu intended to submit his resignation, Xie Lang gave him the greatest freedom to recommend a new chief minister. The most important reason for this was to minimize internal conflicts and prevent frequent changes in policies.
"As long as he doesn't make any fundamental mistakes, there's no problem."
Wen Heming will not unconditionally protect someone unless that person deserves to be protected.
Lord Xu smiled and said, "Of course, I don't want to do anything that would put Lord Wen in a difficult position."
"I heard that there are several new female academic officers in the Imperial Academy. You recruited them under pressure, but I haven't met them yet."
“They all look up to you. If you could go and see them, they would be very happy.”
With the burden off his shoulders, Lord Xu became more talkative. He mostly talked about the Imperial Academy and the court. Wen Hemian listened attentively and occasionally offered her opinions. The two of them had a very enjoyable conversation.
Finally, when it was time for Lord Xu to take his medicine, Wen Hemian got up to take her leave, politely declining his offer to see her off, and boarded her carriage to return to the palace.
Since the conversation was out in the open, Xie Lang lifted the ban on her. Now, whether she goes out of the palace or not is very important. However, in order to prevent that brat Xie Lang from going crazy, Wen Hemian usually doesn't go out much.
Xie Lang is truly efficient. With no distractions, he was able to process the memorials properly in just one afternoon while Wen Hemian was away.
Oh, including her share too.
He claimed it was to help her share the burden, but in reality, he was worried that it would distract her. At this time, he would always be secretly annoyed, staring at the memorials as if they were his enemies.
Wen Hemian had barely stepped into the palace gates when the imperial physician came to check on her pulse.
The imperial physician brought good news: "Judging from His Majesty's pulse, the incense can be gradually stopped. With a daily dose of medicine for careful recuperation, he will surely recover completely."
Not to mention the pungent incense, even the medicine that was recently changed, a big, dark bowl, was swallowed by Xie Lang without even frowning, given the same dose every day.
The young emperor smiled slightly, his eyebrows curving upwards, as if trying to please Wen Heming: "Hanshuang, I've been taking my medicine well these days, haven't I?"
That much is undeniable, Wen Hemian nodded: "She is very well-behaved."
When has the most noble and unparalleled emperor ever shown such an expression in front of others?
The imperial physician hadn't left yet. Hearing the conversation between the two, he felt inexplicably horrified and quickly lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.
Seeing this, Wen Hemian came to the rescue: "Go down first, and bring the medicine, which is a bowl of medicine every day, after you have brewed it."
The imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief and, not daring to delay for a moment, quickly slipped away.
"You've got guts!"
Wen Hemian laughed and scolded.
It didn't bother Xie Lang at all. He especially liked the different expressions on Wen Hemian's face. He didn't care if he was scolded, since he had a thick skin anyway.
"I just want to tell the Grand Tutor that I have been taking the medicine properly and have not been deliberately torturing myself. This is not entirely your fault, so don't feel guilty about it."
Xie Lang whispered as he quietly leaned over and hugged her.
He enjoys the feeling of holding someone in his arms, as it fully satisfies his possessiveness.
"You even guessed that." Wen Hemian pinched his cheek and hummed, "As long as you get better, it's good that you're the one suffering."
Xie Lang occasionally plays the victim, which is his own choice. If Wen Hemian wants to know more details, he can only ask the people around him. With his tacit approval, he can always find out some things.
Xie Lang smiled and said, "But the Grand Tutor will feel sorry for me."
His eyes sparkled as he grabbed Wen Heming's wrist and kissed it. Perhaps because of the dream he had the first time, he had a special fondness for this place.
Wen Hemian choked, feeling an itch on her wrist. She tried to pull it away but couldn't. She sighed, "You've got your hopes up that I'm soft-hearted."
Xie Lang gently stroked the spot he had just kissed, and readily admitted, "Yes."
Wen Hemian used his meticulous teaching for ten years to gradually subdue his wild nature, and he, in turn, took full advantage of Wen Hemian's personality to benefit himself.
They subtly tamed each other.
Wen Heming was speechless.
Xie Lang, having succeeded, kissed him twice more.
In the evening, Wen Hemian encountered an old friend... oh no, an old cat.
The system leaped in through the window, gracefully walked to her with cat-like steps, and squatted down.
"Host, it's been a long time."
Wen Heming's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "I thought you had forgotten about this mission."
"No, no," the system shook its head repeatedly, explaining, "I just can't conveniently appear in this world."
The system repeated the same thing many times, but couldn't get any answers. Wen Hemian still had doubts: "Then why are you showing up again now?"
"Come and report on the progress of the mission."
The system's cat paws flailing in the air, as if sliding over something she couldn't see.
"Since you came back, Xie Lang's tendency to turn dark and self-destructive has remained on a steady line and is currently declining steadily. It is estimated that he will return to normal levels soon."
The system seemed a bit troubled: "There's just one thing, it seems you have no chance to leave."
Wen Hemian understood what the system meant, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I don't plan to leave either."
The system's eyes darted around, and it asked gossipily, "So you guys have really turned into 'Master-Disciple Literature'?"
Wen Hemian gave a cold snort, letting it figure it out for itself.
The system excitedly rubbed its paws together, then became serious: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now..."
Before it could finish speaking, a voice from behind made both the person and the cat tremble.
"Who is Han Shuang talking to? I think I hear someone else's voice in the hall."
After bathing, Xie Lang lifted the beaded curtain and walked in.
On the bed, he only saw Wen Hemian leaning against the pillow.
The woman's hair was draped over her shoulders, and the collar of her dress was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair collarbone. She looked aloof and languid as she sat there waiting for him—a scene he had longed for.
Hearing Xie Lang's question, she asked doubtfully, "Really?"
Behind layers of gauze curtains, a fluffy tail shrank back, trying desperately to hide itself.
Xie Lang withdrew his gaze and walked over to hug her without changing his expression.
"Perhaps I've been too busy lately, and I misheard you."
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