Wen Heming comforted him, "Uncle Lu, don't be angry."
Uncle Lu sighed, "I just think it's not worth it."
"The prince and princess have guarded the border for more than 20 years without ever retaliating, and the young master is wholeheartedly assisting His Majesty in eliminating the rebels. If they had such ambitions, the throne should have been given to someone else long ago. How dare they interfere here?"
Uncle Lu speaks his mind and is very straightforward.
Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow: "If this gets out, you'll lose your head."
Uncle Lu: "If you dare to speak your mind, you're not afraid."
Wen Hemian laughed: "They're just saying it, they don't dare to come to us openly. Just pretend you didn't see us."
Uncle Lu still felt it was a waste, but there was no need to bring it up and continue to upset him: "What does Your Majesty think?"
"His Majesty agrees, but it will take some time before it can be implemented in practice. I have resigned from my post as Minister of Personnel and can stay at my residence to rest."
Of course, everyone knows that this is just the most ideal plan.
Wen Hemian has threatened the interests of powerful families and is now in a struggle; there are plenty of things for her to handle.
"Then I will ask His Majesty for permission to visit my family and go to the border to see my parents."
Last time it was just a bluff with Ning Hechu; they didn't get very far in the end. This time it's for real.
Having lived in the capital for many years, Wen Hemian also wanted to see the outside world. Although it might be difficult, she had a way to get that brat to release the people.
Uncle Lu's expression was complicated, and he didn't know what to say: "That's very good."
Wen Hemian thought so too.
In the following days, the turmoil not only did not subside, but intensified. Not only censors, but also more ministers joined the ranks of impeaching Wen Hemian. The reasons were always the same two: "disrespect for etiquette and law" and "arrogance and presumption," which made people feel that they had no good intentions.
Unfortunately, the emperor refused to punish them, and they were at a loss.
A few stubborn old ministers did kneel in front of the Taiji Hall, but when Xie Lang heard about it, he sent the imperial physician to watch over them. They had no reason to faint, and after this show of force, no one dared to go.
Their emperor is truly impervious to both soft and hard tactics.
After testing the waters, many people temporarily backed down.
Regardless, as long as His Majesty still cherishes this affection, they should avoid confronting Wen Hemian, protect themselves, and wait for another day; there will always be an opportunity.
Let's set that aside for now and settle another matter first.
With thorough preparations, the Ning faction was purged swiftly. The pledges of allegiance were not wasted; by following the clues, even more corrupt officials were uncovered, and they were all rounded up in one fell swoop. All the officials involved, including Ning Hechu, had their execution dates set.
It wasn't slow slicing, but a clean and swift beheading.
After all, the way the former died did indeed have the suspicion of being tortured.
Xie Lang is not a tyrant, and Wen Hemian also intends to keep him away from his original path, the most important thing being to separate him from these things.
She didn't go to see Ning Hechu's execution, but coincidentally, Chen Yi dug up the loquat tree planted in the Ning residence and sent it over.
After all, there's a process to go through, a check, and we can't just give it to her directly like that, which is why we only had the opportunity to dig it out now.
"Young master, where should this tree be planted?"
The loquat tree was very tall, and Qingyun was puzzled when he saw it.
"Let's plant them in the backyard. It's all empty there. Let's see if we can pick loquats to eat next year."
"This servant will have someone take care of it right away." Qingyun had just finished speaking and was about to leave when she suddenly slapped her forehead. "Oh right, the young master's birthday is in a few days. Should this servant also give the order to prepare for it?"
Wen Hemian rarely celebrated his birthday. Usually, the people in his household would gather together for a meal, and His Majesty the Emperor would sneak out to present him with a birthday gift.
But this year... Qingyun sincerely hopes that His Majesty will not come.
"Okay, get ready. Thank you for your hard work."
Wen Hemian's mood, which had just eased a little, immediately became tense again. She hadn't forgotten that Xie Lang had said he would give her a gift, and she didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.
Qingyun concealed the sorrow in her eyes, opened her mouth but didn't ask any more questions.
This is hard to explain.
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Taiji Hall.
As his personal attendant, Lai Xi could better sense the young emperor's recent cheerful demeanor.
You should know that after Lord Wen intentionally avoided His Majesty and reduced his visits to the palace, the palace was often deathly quiet. His Majesty also stopped restraining his temper, which made the palace servants all have to be careful.
Lai Xi was unaware of the specific details, but he was certain that His Majesty had a conflict with Lord Wen.
This conflict likely stems from His Majesty's own thoughts.
Seeing that there was no sign of improvement for so long, he sighed all day long. He never expected that things would take such a turn for the better. How could he not be happy!
If we count the days, it will be Lord Wen's birthday in a few days. Let's all have a good time.
What are you grinning about?
Xie Lang's sharp gaze swept over Lai Xi, his calm brows exuding an imposing aura: "Go and fetch the imperial seal for me."
Lai Xi trembled with fright: "This servant knows his mistake, this servant will go right away!"
He took the seal from the bookshelf and glanced at it furtively when Xie Lang lowered his eyes, looking somewhat puzzled.
Hmm, why didn't you write anything?
Xie Lang stamped the seal, and after confirming that it was dry, he rolled it up and put it away.
He slightly curved his eyebrows and spoke in a gentle tone: "I wonder if the Grand Tutor will like this birthday gift."
Lai Xi had no idea what Xie Lang had prepared, so he just flattered him: "Lord Wen loves His Majesty so much, His Majesty will definitely like whatever he gives him."
Pampering?
Xie Lang sneered, "You'd better not say anything."
Lai Xi was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but slap himself.
Oh dear, look at his mouth.
...
A few days later.
The weather was still a bit hot, but everyone in the palace was busy as bees.
Wen Hemian was very approachable. On her birthday, everyone in her household was treated to a good meal, and they were all happy to be busy.
Qingyun desperately wanted the person from the palace to come, but when the carriage stopped at the back gate, her hopes were dashed.
All they could do was greet His Majesty with a smile and invite him into the residence.
Xie Lang walked in as if he knew the way inside.
Upon entering, he noticed a tall loquat tree in the courtyard, and he paused in his tracks.
Wen Hemian's voice came from behind: "It's from the Ning family. I thought it looked nice, and it would be a pity to cut it down, so I transplanted it here."
Xie Lang stiffened, noticing that the voice was different from usual.
It wasn't a masculine, gentle voice that was neither male nor female, but rather a soft, graceful voice unique to women, like a gentle breeze that swept over people's hearts.
He turned around abruptly and saw the person standing behind him. It was the same face, but something seemed different.
Wen Hemian's voice was gentle: "Aren't you used to it? But when I think about it, I've celebrated my birthday in the capital many times, and it's always awkward not to show my true face."
The people in the courtyard had been evacuated at some point, and as night fell, Xie Lang finally came to his senses.
"……No."
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