"Do you have anything else to say about this?"
Wen Heming crossed his arms in front of him, his eyes filled with cold light as he stared at Min Rong, who was trembling like a leaf. After a long while, he continued unhurriedly.
"Don't think that just because you've pledged allegiance to the Ning family, you can act with impunity. If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. It's all in black and white. What do you think will happen to you if I present it to them?"
Wen Hemian has always been easy to talk to, and Min Rong was fortunate enough to be the first person in the Ministry of Personnel to directly confront her when she lost her temper.
He shakily picked up the notebook that had fallen to the ground, and after reading what was written on it, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
...They really went all out.
Min Rong looked at Wen Hemian as if she had seen a ghost.
Wen Hemian didn't have time to deal with him right now. Seeing that he was speechless, she waved the documents in her hand: "Do you still plan to read them? There's still a lot here."
Min Rong felt stifled, but had nothing to say: "This humble official takes his leave!"
With so many things in Wen Hemian's hands, unless he's a fool, he won't immediately confront her.
Wen Hemian lowered her eyes, looked at the blank document in her hand, and chuckled.
He's just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. A few scare words and he'll immediately behave.
She deliberately left Min Rong behind, just to see if he could surprise her when he was cornered.
The affairs of the Ministry of Personnel are not her important consideration at the moment; she is doing something else entirely.
Wen Hemian looked at the memorial he had written and suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, wondering what kind of storm it would cause after it was presented.
The idea of girls enrolling in school is shocking and unconventional.
This move will inevitably shake the interests of many prestigious families, and she, who made the suggestion, will undoubtedly become the target of public criticism.
Throughout history, those who advocated reform have mostly paved the way with heavy losses.
Wen Hemian, being in a high position, did have this idea, but she originally didn't plan to do it so quickly. However, Xie Lang's actions ultimately caused her heart to waver.
Sometimes, she also wants to act impulsively.
"Master Wen? Master Wen!"
Lai Xi came from the palace. At first, seeing that Wen Hemian seemed to be thinking about something, he refrained from disturbing her. But the longer he waited, the more he felt something was wrong. He mustered up his courage and went up to call her, and finally saw her come back to her senses.
Wen Hemian put down the memorial he had written without any change in expression, and said very politely, "Eunuch Laixi."
Lai Xi felt something was very strange. He suppressed his doubts and quickly put on a smile: "Lord Wen, His Majesty summons you to the palace."
The palace staff in Taiji Hall, including Lai Xi, have been suffering terribly lately.
Lord Wen has been visiting the palace less often, and His Majesty is always cold and aloof. There's no one to ease the tension all day, so everyone is afraid to speak, which is truly distressing.
For a time, everyone was cursing those meddlesome ministers from the previous dynasty, wondering how they could be meddling in everything, even the affairs of His Majesty.
They never said a word when Lord Wen was instructing His Majesty.
Wen Hemian had indeed been avoiding Xie Lang for a long time. If she continued to hide, people would suspect that she and Xie Lang were having a conflict. She sighed and stood up: "Let's go."
Since Lai Xi had already been sent out to invite people, she had no reason not to go to the palace.
It's really kind of Xie Lang; with such a big matter at hand, he still managed to find the time to meet with her.
When Wen Hemian arrived, he was standing outside the Taiji Hall, looking around anxiously. When he finally saw him, a happy smile appeared on his face. He quickly stepped forward to greet him, his eyes sparkling with joy: "Grand Tutor."
Wen Hemian was already well aware of his ability to take advantage of her, so she avoided his hand that was trying to help her up, jumped off the carriage herself, stood steadily, and acted as if it were business.
"What business does Your Majesty have summoned me to the palace?"
Wen Hemian looked at Xie Lang with a complicated expression.
The little brat seemed hurt by her attitude; half of his enthusiasm vanished instantly, and he slumped his shoulders, looking pitiful.
"Can't the Grand Tutor enter the palace if there's nothing wrong? Could it be that I miss him?"
Xie Lang's voice was suppressed, slightly bitter.
Wen Hemian gritted her teeth.
Now you're pretending to be well-behaved, but why were you so naughty when you secretly kissed her while she was drunk and not fully conscious? You have two faces, one in front of others and one behind.
He used to be very good at pretending to be virtuous.
I only regret that I didn't realize this sooner, and now I'm stuck in this predicament.
Lai Xi huddled to one side, his head hanging low. If he weren't afraid to move, he would have covered his ears as well.
His Majesty never spoke like that before. What terrifying thing did he hear?
Wen Hemian suppressed her complicated feelings: "Of course not."
The young man immediately smiled and changed his expression: "Grand Tutor, come with me."
Wen Hemian had no idea what he was up to, so she could only follow along.
Presumably it wasn't about serious business, he didn't go to the study, but instead took her to the side hall. After not coming here for a while, Wen Hemian felt that this place seemed to have changed a lot. There were more beautiful flowers and plants in the courtyard, and it looked cool and pleasant in this season.
The rain chains hanging from the eaves jingled crisply in the wind. The journey was quiet, and we did not encounter any palace servants.
Wen Hemian felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
She stopped abruptly only after she saw what was placed in the side hall.
Xie Lang seemed oblivious to her odd behavior, his voice laced with amusement: "This is a new red coral from Qiongzhou. I thought it was beautiful, so I specially ordered it to be moved to the side hall. What does the Grand Tutor think?"
The red coral was about the height of a person, with a beautiful, reddish color, like a tree that had spread out.
Even in her previous life in a museum, Wen Hemian had never seen such a large red coral. Her surprise was evident, and she followed up with, "It's beautiful. They really put their heart into it."
After Xie Lang gradually gained a foothold in the court, many people sent him gifts, hoping to win the emperor's favor. He had seen countless good things over the years, but none of them were particularly original.
This is different; it can be passed down through generations and become a treasured artifact of the museum.
Xie Lang suddenly changed his tone, smiling as he glanced sideways at Wen Hemian: "Does the Grand Tutor like it? Then shall I give it to the Grand Tutor?"
The gaze fixed on his face was extremely bright and intense, as if once that layer of paper had been pierced, it was no longer concealed.
Wen Heming's heart trembled from the heat, but she refused in a steady voice: "Such a treasure should be kept in the palace, not given to a subject. If the censors find out, there will be criticism."
Wen Hemian is undoubtedly a favored minister, even though to this day, some people in the court are wary of her, fearing that she might harbor rebellious intentions.
Too much favor and privilege can be a death sentence.
"You won't know."
Xie Lang stared intently at her, his tone somewhat hurried. He took a step towards Wen Hemian, cautiously, as if he wanted to reach out and touch her.
"Is it not acceptable to give it to an ordinary official, but only to the Grand Tutor?"
Before that hand could touch her cheek, Wen Hemian raised her hand to block it, her eyes lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.
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