Xie Lang was almost stunned, then he was pulled by the force and kissed on the lips.
What is this so-called calmness? It doesn't exist when you're around people you care about.
Xie Lang did not tell her about the hardships he had endured on the battlefield these past few days, and Wen Hemian did not tell him how she had devoted herself to guarding the camp, but her disordered and rapid breathing was enough to say everything.
The initial, tentative kiss was quickly overtaken by Xie Lang as he regained his senses. He tenderly and carefully cupped his beloved's cheeks, exchanging breaths.
After many busy days, Wen Hemian finally allowed her mind to completely clear.
When the person who was pushed was finally pressed against the edge of the table, she called a halt to the slightly agitated man.
"etc……"
Xie Lang paused upon hearing this, took a slight step back, and his trembling, burning lips still pressed against her cheek, gently rubbing against it: "What's wrong?"
Wen Hemian took a silent breath: "Take care of the business first, there are still many people waiting for you outside."
Having not seen each other for so long, they naturally had a lot to say to each other, but it shouldn't be at this time.
They had only dealt with Xie Yong, but there were still many covetous princes watching from the outside. If they let their guard down, these people would pounce on them without hesitation.
"Couldn't we have waited a little while before discussing this?"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Xie Lang's eyes were slightly red. It wasn't that he was deliberately acting coy or weak, but rather that he had been enduring a lot these past few days, and suddenly relaxing made him a little disoriented.
"cannot."
Wen Hemian still harbored a grudge and treated him rather cruelly.
Knowing he was in the wrong and seeing that he couldn't shake her resolve, Xie Lang had no choice but to reluctantly let go of her.
When it sat on its horse, it exuded majesty, but now it resembled a large, neglected dog, wanting to reach out its paw to touch its master, only to be suppressed by its remaining rationality.
He took two steps back, but still seemed a little unwilling, and leaned forward to quickly peck the woman's cheek twice, his eyes and brows revealing joy.
"Hanshuang, wait for me to come back."
He noticed Wen Heming's distraction, and by the time he realized what was happening, she had already left, and the tent was quiet.
Wen Hemian gave a helpless smile.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the system sitting quietly in the corner, and paused: "You're back from your stroll?"
Wen Hemian had no idea what the system was doing all day long, yet it insisted on following her, only to disappear again once it arrived.
The system elegantly licked its paw, its cat eyes gleaming with gossip: "I saw you two chatting so well that I didn't want to disturb you."
Wen Hemian did not expose its intention, but asked, "Can you tell us what you hid from us before?"
The system said slowly and deliberately, "No rush, let's wait a bit longer."
"That's a very, very long story."
...
Xie Lang's return with his troops at this time was something none of the rebels had expected.
While Xie Yong was still dealing with Wen Hemian at the camp, he had already quietly dealt with the attacking barbarians, seized their supplies, and then encircled them from the rear, trapping all the private soldiers in the fiefdom of Prince Jia.
It was only because Wen Chengyuan secretly sent people to support them that they were able to resolve the situation so smoothly.
As for the remaining vassal kings, they were all temporarily brought in to cooperate, and were scattered and insignificant.
With their leader, Prince Jia, arrested, they fell into chaos.
Some were even more cowardly; the people they sent would immediately kneel down and beg for mercy as soon as they arrived at the mansion. It's truly laughable how they must have had the courage to join the rebellion in the first place.
Wen Hemian rested thoroughly for several days.
Conditions in the military camp were not good, and it was noisy. After clearing out the rebels in the city, Xie Lang found an inn for Wen Hemian to stay in. The environment here was quiet and peaceful, a good place to rest.
However, she had taken a break, but Xie Lang and her parents could not rest for the time being. On one hand, they were dealing with the barbarian tribes that were eyeing them covetously, and on the other hand, they were dealing with internal strife. They had to deal with both at the same time.
Anyway, this winter will definitely be busy.
Everything is fine in the capital.
Wen Hemian checked the reports sent from the capital. The area was far from the border, and the rebels collapsed before they could even get there, so it was not affected.
With a group of regents in the capital, no trouble arose; however, some important matters were temporarily put aside for them to handle upon their return.
In short, facts have proven that the court does not become unmanageable without her.
Wen Hemian was very pleased with this.
Although the situation has gradually calmed down, she still can't see Xie Lang very often.
After all, with constant travel and the need to find suitable places to rest at night, there was no way for Xie Lang to return every day.
But since they weren't that far apart, sending letters was much easier, and he had more time to ramble on and on in his letters.
It wasn't all words of concern; sometimes he would share his observations and experiences, and even though he wasn't by her side, it was as if he were telling Wen Heming about these experiences.
The scenery in the North is beautiful; I think you've seen it before. I can't help but take a second look every time I see it.
The people here are kind and honest. Once, during a march, we rescued a family, and they gave me a bolt of cloth, saying it was spun by themselves. I immediately thought it would suit you perfectly, so I had it sent back.
I've heard the mutton hot pot here is delicious, so I've hired a chef to take me back home. I hope we can all get together for a meal sometime when it gets cold.
Are you still angry?
...
【Han Shuang, I miss you so much.】
More than ten letters like these had been sent. After reading them, Wen Hemian put them all into a wooden box and stored them away carefully.
She had done something similar before, but back then it was more out of a senior's mentality, wanting to record the little one's growth process. Now, things have changed, and it's no longer the same.
Wen Heming received the fabric that was delivered along with the clothes. She touched it and found it to be comfortable and lightweight, thinking it would be good for making spring or summer clothes.
In the evening, they actually set up a mutton hot pot and simmered it over a low flame.
Because of their special status, the inn was emptied out. There were no outsiders, and it wasn't snowing. The mutton hot pot was set up in the middle of the courtyard.
The fire below was burning, the heat mixed with the occasional cool breeze, just right—neither too hot nor too cold. The soup in the pot was bubbling and boiling, and a rich aroma filled the air.
A waiter served Wen Hemian a bowl of mutton soup and, speaking in a local dialect, told her about the strange and wonderful things that happened here.
Wen Hemian held the bowl and slowly drank the soup. Her face was gentle, and her eyes seemed to be filled with warm light. She listened attentively, enjoying this peaceful moment.
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