For Xie Lang, the concept of "face" clearly doesn't exist.
When Wen Hemian's scolding failed, she turned to ask, "What time is it?"
It's past 1:00 PM.
Xie Lang uttered a timeframe that was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Wen Hemian: "..."
I slept until the afternoon, no wonder I was so hungry.
She looked at Xie Lang with a troubled expression: "Why didn't you call me?"
"Han Shuang must have been exhausted last night; she deserves a good rest. There's no rush to return to the palace to handle official business, so what's wrong with her taking a break when she's feeling a bit lazy?"
Xie Lang was in a state of extreme excitement. Even before Wen Hemian woke up, he stared at her intently. Now that she was awake, he felt even more overjoyed.
He had done too many excessive things to Wen Heming before, and worried that she would resent him. He was only cautious after talking it out. He just didn't expect that drinking the wine last night would bring unexpected gains.
His tutor not only didn't resent him, but also...
Even though Xie Lang had long harbored the idea of possessing her, he would never take the final step before they had a frank and open conversation; that was his bottom line.
After all, if it turned into complete coercion, he would truly be letting down Wen Hemian for all the years of careful nurturing he had received.
Wen Hemian covered her mouth and yawned, too lazy to pay attention to his seemingly insignificant little movements, but she thought what he said made sense, so she didn't bother to pursue it.
"Get up, I'm hungry."
Wen Hemian pushed him away, lifted the blanket and tried to get out of bed, but before she could get used to it, her legs went weak and she almost stumbled, but Xie Lang caught her in time.
Xie Lang's eyes were filled with laughter; he seemed quite energetic: "Shall I carry the Grand Tutor?"
Wen Hemian glanced at her, her slightly hoarse voice carrying a hint of annoyance: "It's not that fragile."
She had been thoroughly taken advantage of just last night, so this look had no intimidating power whatsoever; instead, it seemed to hold a hint of affection, making Xie Lang feel a little restless again.
Wen Hemian saw through his thoughts and sent him away to get food, as she was truly hungry.
Xie Lang felt regretful, but dared not do anything more at this moment. After turning back every few steps to make sure she was alright, he finally steeled himself and went out.
Wen Hemian sighed softly, then went to wash up and change her clothes.
She figured she wouldn't be going out today, so she didn't bother with her hair much, just tied it up with a hairband. Just as she finished, Xie Lang came in from outside carrying the food for the two of them.
It was hot in the summer, so all that was prepared were refreshing congee and side dishes. Wen Hemian didn't have time to pay attention to Xie Lang. After drinking two bowls of congee, she finally felt alive again.
She rubbed her temples, remembering something, and said with lingering fear, "I won't drink alcohol anymore."
Already unrestrained, Xie Lang became even more brazen after drinking, taking advantage of his drunkenness to act coquettishly and weakly. His deceitful face was simply unbearable to look at. Wen Hemian felt no wonder she wavered; Xie Lang was truly shameless.
Xie Lang felt a little wronged: "It was clearly the Grand Tutor who wanted me to drink it."
Wen Hemian exposed him: "If you don't want to drink, do you think I can force you?"
Under Wen Heming's piercing gaze, Xie Lang finally relented: "Alright."
He knew that Wen Heming probably just wanted to use this opportunity to end his future attempts to use underhanded tactics, but he still couldn't bring himself to refuse.
There are many novel styles in those storybooks, and there's always something else that can be used.
Xie Lang muttered to himself.
After lunch, Qingyun came in and cleared away the dishes.
Upon catching a glimpse of something, the little girl's face suddenly flushed red. With both of them present, she stammered and said nothing, then quickly slipped away with the tray.
Thinking of the marks she saw in the mirror while washing up, Wen Hemian fell silent.
Although she and Xie Lang were together, this was bound to happen eventually, but it was still a little embarrassing to be caught in the act.
"They'll always have to find out."
Having just tasted the sweetness of meat, Xie Lang wasn't too keen on being separated from others. He had a seat for himself, but he insisted on squeezing in next to Wen Hemian. When he saw the mark he had left on her neck, his teeth couldn't help but itch slightly, so he pressed his hand against it and gently rubbed it.
Wen Hemian tried to push him away, both amused and exasperated, but when she turned around, he pulled her even tighter, his nose gently brushing against her ear—an intimate and nauseating gesture.
"You think you're a little dog? Do you really want to be one? Wasn't last night's antics enough? Why are you doing this again?"
Wen Hemian's voice carried a hint of sternness; she truly had no way to deal with the shameless emperor.
Xie Lang was certainly not that beastly; he just wanted a little something in return: "...We'll definitely have to wait until the Grand Tutor has fully recovered before we talk about it."
Wen Hemian: "..."
It's all our own doing, so we can only suffer in silence.
After spending the afternoon in the room, as the sun set and dusk fell, Wen Hemian decided to go out for some fresh air.
Xie Lang practiced martial arts, while she admired the flowers.
Neither side will be delayed.
It was at this moment that Qingyun had the opportunity to approach her, his expression hesitant, as if he had something he wanted to say but dared not.
Since they were all on the same side, Wen Hemian spoke first: "Qingyun, is there anything you want to say to me?"
"I..." Qingyun hesitated, but reason prevailed over emotion. She glanced at the courtyard and asked softly, "Miss, did you and His Majesty call for water last night..."
When this topic came up, Wen Hemian was also a little uncomfortable, but fortunately she was calm enough. Having been in the imperial court for many years, she had developed the skill of not changing her expression. She calmly uttered four words: "As you think."
Qingyun, being an inexperienced young woman, blushed again after hearing this. She stammered, "Then...then should I prepare a contraceptive soup for you? But...but I've heard that this medicine is quite harmful..."
Wen Hemian was taken aback.
She hadn't expected Qingyun to be so thoughtful.
The fact that they would ask me this question means they must have been well-prepared.
She was indeed negligent in this matter.
To be honest, the conditions for contraception in ancient times were quite poor. At the same time, the conditions related to childbirth were also terrible. These are all issues that need to be considered.
Seeing that Wen Hemian remained silent, Qingyun scratched her head, somewhat uneasy: "Miss, did I say something wrong?"
"No."
Wen Hemian snapped out of her reverie, shook her head, and said with a smile, "You're right, that's something I should consider. But there's no need for the contraceptive soup; let's leave it to fate."
Wen Hemian did not rule out having a child with her blood, and besides, she and Xie Lang were mutually in love. Whether they had a child or not was entirely up to fate.
She doesn't insist on this.
"Oh, okay." Qingyun nodded repeatedly. After receiving her affirmative reply, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the people in the courtyard had finished practicing their swordsmanship. She hurriedly said, "Then this servant will go down and tell the kitchen to make two bowls of sweet soup."
After saying that, he quickly ran away.
Wen Hemian turned her head to meet Xie Lang's gaze, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What has Your Majesty done to make Qingyun so afraid of you?"
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