Wen Hemian had lived two lives, never thought about relationships, and never imagined that one day he would face such sincere and passionate feelings.
Xie Lang was outrageous; his actions were often sudden and unexpected. If Wen Hemian relaxed her guard even slightly, he would seize the opportunity to take advantage of her.
If we're talking about going too far, nothing is more extreme than a forced kiss, but they're not in that kind of relationship at all right now. How can he remain so calm and composed?
Wen Hemian really couldn't understand it.
After Xie Lang's actions, she suddenly widened her eyes, her ears instantly burning. She instinctively pulled her hand away, her voice tinged with annoyance: "Xie Lang, is this the gentlemanly etiquette you've learned?"
"A gentleman?" Xie Lang said calmly. "I'm not a gentleman, so why should I adhere to gentlemanly etiquette?"
Wen Hemian is indeed someone who responds better to gentleness than force, but it is precisely this lukewarm attitude that makes her even more difficult to understand. Being too mild-mannered makes people feel no sense of crisis.
Xie Lang never intended to be a gentleman from the beginning.
Wen Hemian was speechless for a moment: "That's just sophistry."
"Grand Tutor," Xie Lang's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes had darkened considerably, "I've said it before, I'm not a child anymore, and you don't need to treat me like one. If you stay in the palace now, you should be prepared to be coveted by me."
His words were spoken in a completely aboveboard manner.
Wen Hemian's breathing paused for a moment upon hearing this, and she looked at Xie Lang as if he were a stranger.
She suddenly realized that she really didn't understand Xie Lang, at least not the current Xie Lang.
She asked sincerely, "Can you let me leave the palace?"
Xie Lang cruelly refused: "No. Has Han Shuang forgotten what we said yesterday?"
Wen Hemian hadn't forgotten; she closed her eyes, not wanting to continue communicating with this little brat.
"Go back to your seat. If you do this again, I won't hesitate to use my fists."
The blush on her ears faded, and Wen Hemian regained some composure.
Having gotten used to speaking and acting with reason, he almost forgot that he actually knew a bit of martial arts. Although he wasn't sure he could deal with Xie Lang, he could still make him suffer a little.
If you keep pushing your luck, will you even forget what your own name is?
Wen Hemian took a deep breath and coldly glanced down at him: "Are you the emperor or am I the emperor? You kneel down just like that? Don't you have any dignity left?"
The connotations of hierarchy in this gesture have been greatly diminished in modern times, but this is not modern times, but the ancient world in the book. Fortunately, there are no outsiders here at the moment, otherwise, who knows how frightened they would be.
Wen Hemian watched this proud child grow up and knew his personality all too well; he was just trying to win her over.
"I don't care." Xie Lang smiled slowly, his voice low. "Actually, sometimes I wish you weren't so clear-headed and calm."
Even a slight lapse in concentration could give him an opportunity to exploit, but Wen Hemian is not like that.
She stood in a position where she could absolutely control Xie Lang, soberly and calmly considering the precarious relationship between the two.
Before Wen Heming could say anything more, Xie Lang readily stood up and said, "I'm going back."
This sentence echoed Wen Heming's previous statement. When he said it, it carried no insult whatsoever, but rather an ambiguous and inexplicable meaning.
Wen Hemian: "..."
We underestimated Xie Lang's madness.
Fortunately, nothing else happened.
Wen Hemian focused on her book, ignoring the Emperor's obvious gaze, and peacefully spent the afternoon.
Lai Xi would occasionally come in to bring some tea and snacks, and I was overjoyed, thinking how wonderful things were now.
Lord Wen has returned, and His Majesty is no longer as lifeless as he was a few years ago; everyone is happy.
I wonder when these two will get married. It would be even better if they could add a little master to the palace then.
Lai Xi was secretly making plans and had already begun to fantasize about a bright future.
Even if the two parties involved haven't reached that point yet.
A few days passed peacefully like this.
Whether the warning had an effect or not, Xie Lang behaved himself quite well for the next few days. Apart from occasionally glancing at her with lust in his eyes, he hardly made any advances towards her.
She does look a little pitiful, curled up on the tatami mat every night.
Wen Hemian suppressed her soft heart and pretended not to see Xie Langqi's pleading eyes.
Out of habit, once she gives in, it becomes a tacit agreement.
Experience tells us that we must never set a precedent!
Unbeknownst to her, while the palace seemed peaceful and serene, Lu Zishen received the approved memorial and fell silent.
Seeing his serious expression, the servants asked tremblingly, "Lord Lu, is there something wrong? Please tell us, and we will correct it."
His Majesty despises powerful families and values officials with no background.
Among these officials, Lu Zishen was undoubtedly the most successful—not only did he rise to the position of Second Grand Secretary, but he was also a close friend of the deceased imperial tutor.
“No.” Lu Zishen frowned deeply and stood up. “You may continue. I’m going out for a bit.”
The officials hurriedly agreed.
Lu Zishen not only walked by himself, but also held the folded document in his hand.
He approached Ye Zhaoxuan.
Ye Zhaoxuan was also an important official, holding many positions and extremely busy. When he saw him come to visit, he was a little surprised: "A rare guest indeed."
Lu Zishen waved his hand and showed him the memorial he was holding: "Look, this is His Majesty's reply."
Ye Zhaoxuan looked at it over and over again: "No problem."
Lu Zishen asked, "Don't you think this handwriting doesn't quite resemble His Majesty's, but rather... resembles Lord Wen's?"
"You're overthinking it..." Ye Zhaoxuan said, but then looked at it again with a scrutinizing mind. He did find that it was different from His Majesty's handwriting before. His teeth chattered a little. "But Lord Wen, you and I both know that."
Lu Zishen said, "He only fell off a cliff, and his fate is unknown. Besides, no one can say that Lord Wen is gone without his remains being found. What if Heaven is on his side?"
"But now that she's back, why doesn't she show herself in front of everyone?" Ye Zhaoxuan couldn't understand this.
Lu Zishen gazed at him leisurely and pointed at him: "You know that there is now a new master in the palace, right?"
Ye Zhaoxuan nodded: "Of course, everyone knows that. You wouldn't be thinking of saying..."
His eyes suddenly turned terrifying.
Lu Zishen nodded solemnly: "After Lord Wen disappeared back then, His Majesty was heartbroken for a long time and left the harem empty for three years. Now that the three-year period has just ended, he immediately brought him back. If it is not a coincidence, then it may be just as you and I guessed."
“But words are no proof.” Ye Zhaoxuan’s anxiety became visibly apparent. He paused for a moment, then said, “It seems we need to find a way to meet that master.”
Lu Zishen smiled: "His Majesty's birthday is in a little over a month. We'll see if there's a banquet then. Be careful not to bring bad luck."
Having served in the imperial court, Ye Zhaoxuan knew the priorities: "Yes, there's no rush."
As long as the person doesn't run away, they have a chance to confirm it.
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