While it would certainly be more reassuring to have her in the capital, the newly cultivated group of ministers is no pushover either; they are fully capable of managing the situation even without her.
Furthermore, now that the traitor has been found, everyone has put aside their differences and focused on the outside world, building an unbreakable wall, which is enough to put her mind at ease.
Once this thought takes hold, it's impossible to control.
Wen Hemian carefully selected the right people in her mind, thinking that there was no better time than now, so she simply let them stay a little longer during the meeting to ask if they had any opinions.
"I wish to travel to the North. What are your thoughts, esteemed lords?"
Everyone present was an old acquaintance who had dealt with each other many times. Wen Hemian's sudden politeness made them inexplicably uneasy.
The Minister of Rites stubbornly became the first to stand up again.
"Now that the war situation is stable and His Majesty is doing well in the north, why should Lord Wen risk going there? With you in charge of the capital, those people are truly convinced and dare not act rashly!"
Although the Minister of Rites had some reservations about her before, facts speak louder than words, and Wen Hemian had that ability.
Despite their seemingly disparate personalities, she and His Majesty were actually of the same ilk—gentle yet assertive, capable of keeping her subordinates completely under her thumb.
"Indeed, Lord Wen, why do you have to go?"
"It would be so much better to stay in the capital..."
The accident three years ago still haunts many people. They simply cannot imagine what His Majesty would go mad if someone were to lay a hand on Lord Wen again.
They've had such a comfortable year lately, and nobody wants to experience that high-pressure feeling again. For that reason alone, they're asking Lord Wen to stay.
It seems that quite a few people share the same idea as the Minister of Rites.
After many years, she has once again become the backbone of everyone's eyes. How to describe this feeling? It's strange, but also inexplicably touching.
However, Wen Hemian could not always follow their ideas.
To her delight, none of the people she knew well got involved in trying to persuade her.
She listened calmly until they finished speaking before saying, "My mind is made up. There's no need for you gentlemen to persuade me any further. The capital is not just my capital. I believe that even if I'm not here, you will all be able to handle these matters in an orderly manner."
Wen Hemian glanced at them unhurriedly, then suddenly smiled: "Take an example, when His Majesty suspended court for several months, there was no trouble in the court, was there?"
So, they were just too dependent on her.
It was as if the court couldn't function without her, but that wasn't actually the case.
Upon hearing this, the ministers exchanged bewildered glances.
After a moment, Lu Zishen raised the question that everyone was most concerned about: "Lord Wen, I think they might be worried about your safety."
The ministers all vaguely realized that if His Majesty was like a sword hanging in the air, then Lord Wen was perhaps the scabbard of that sword.
“This is indeed a problem,” Wen Hemian admitted. After pondering for a while, she smiled and said, “Three years ago, it was just an accident. Since I decided to go, I have made full preparations. Gentlemen, His Majesty trusts you, and I trust you too.”
"The rest is unnecessary to say."
Wen Hemian is usually very easy to talk to, so this is a rare instance of him being assertive.
“I think it’s not just me, you all must be worried about His Majesty. In that case, I will go and keep an eye on him. I believe you will all feel more at ease.”
After all that had been said, the ministers were still hesitant, but after this statement, they immediately fell silent.
After a long while, someone stepped forward, raised his hand and bowed to her: "I sincerely hope that Lord Wen will have a successful journey."
The others sighed and followed suit.
Wen Heming nodded: "Thank you."
That's all I have to say.
Wen Hemian had been planning this for a few days, and now it was only natural for him to hand over his affairs, gather three thousand men, and prepare to rest before setting off again.
During the march, Xie Lang's location was constantly changing, and Wen Hemian couldn't be sure where he was right now. Moreover, if they accidentally stumbled into the enemy's encirclement, they would be a burden.
She looked at the map several times and finally decided to go and meet up with her parents first. They were close by anyway, and it wouldn't be too late to find them after they were located.
This time, there was no need for such a grand procession as last time. The ministers all had their own matters to attend to, and apart from a few close friends, Wen Hemian did not bring anyone else along.
It's worth mentioning that Murong Yue will also be going to the North with her.
In his own words, having been a traveling merchant for so many years, he knew the area very well, and no one would be more suitable than him to act as a guide.
Besides, he was a subordinate trained by the Prince of Huailing.
"It's not appropriate for us to say much to you. In short, Lord Wen, please be careful in everything you do."
Liu Qiongyue stepped forward and hugged Wen Hemian softly.
Seeing this, little Sui Sui, who was being held by Lu Zishen's hand, couldn't resist either. She took short steps forward and hugged her like her mother, her childish voice still tinged with sweetness: "Lord Wen, be careful~"
The group was amused by the little girl's innocent actions.
Wen Hemian patted her head and replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll bring you something fun when I get back."
After saying a few words, Wen Hemian didn't keep his men waiting any longer. He mounted his horse and rode straight north without looking back.
She was grateful to have a healthy body in this life, and traveling was not difficult for her. However, just to be on the safe side, she did not rush along the way.
Before leaving, she wrote a letter in the capital and sent it to the military camp in advance, hoping that heaven would be kind to her and that the letter would be successfully delivered to the intended recipient.
At the same time, Prince Jia, Xie Yong, received false information from the capital.
Just over ten days ago, Xie Lang led his troops to a place not far from his fiefdom residence. However, for some unknown reason, he has remained inactive and no one has come to his door, causing all his plans to fall through.
Xie Yong casually admired the dancer's graceful figure: "Is the little emperor really so composed? He hasn't even come to see me."
An aide beside him spoke up: "According to my understanding, they are probably making preparations in secret."
"Prepare?" Xie Yong couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Prepare how to requisition grain to plug the leaks? I only saw the letter yesterday. I heard that the national treasury is empty and the capital is in complete chaos."
The aide cautiously asked, "Is Your Highness absolutely certain that this news is true?"
"So what if it's true or not? We're thousands of miles from the capital. If this goes on for a while, we'll run out of food supplies and the weather will get cold. Who knows who will be the one panicking then?"
Xie Yong said leisurely, "Don't forget, this is my home turf."
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