From the day he entered the imperial court, Wen Hemian warned himself to abandon those useless feelings of pity.
You can have good intentions, but you can't have good intentions towards everything.
Besides, Xie Lang is an emperor. Even if we don't go so far as to say that the emperor's anger can cause the deaths of millions, he still has the power to deal with his subordinates. As long as he doesn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, it's fine.
Wen Hemian believed that he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.
A very soft laugh reached Wen Heming's ears.
"The Grand Tutor does believe in me."
Xie Lang laughed, calmly withdrawing his hand that had just been slapped, and instead raised his other hand to place on Wen Hemian's shoulder, pulling her away and saying, "I'll have someone come and clean it up later."
The morning's experience still left Wen Hemian a little shaken. Caught off guard by being embraced, she frowned and instinctively wanted to move away from Xie Lang. Suddenly, she heard him ask in a low voice, "Is my affection really so unacceptable to the Grand Tutor?"
"No……"
As soon as Wen Hemian finished speaking, she realized what she had said and quickly stopped herself.
But she forgot that the person in front of her now was not Xie Lang, who could still be considered innocent three years ago, but a vicious wolf who had been floating and sinking in dark thoughts for three years and was about to burst out.
He climbed up the pole: "Since it's not that hard to accept, why can't you try, and have some pity on me?"
As the supreme and unparalleled Emperor, he did not hesitate to show mercy. He gazed at Wen Hemian with fervent and sincere eyes, as if he had become docile in an instant and was wagging his tail and begging for her mercy.
Under Wen Hemian's favoritism, Xie Lang always knew how to act coquettishly towards her to soften her heart.
The title of tyrant could lure Wen Hemian back to the capital to see him, but what could truly keep her here was a more tender approach.
The saying "He responds better to gentleness than force" perfectly describes Wen Hemian.
Even when she first realized that Xie Lang might have unusual thoughts about her, Wen Hemian did not feel disgusted. Instead, she thought about how to guide him back to the right path.
Although it later failed miserably.
Wen Heming spoke with difficulty: "Your Majesty, please forgive my bluntness, but I am not a beast."
As I said before, who would raise a child as if they were a child-raising husband?
They went through the toughest years together, and their relationship should be very close. It's really awkward for it to turn in the opposite direction.
“You are the emperor, what kind of woman can’t you have? Even if the court accepts my identity as a woman now, and girls’ schools are progressing smoothly, I am still your teacher. It goes without saying that I am older than you, but the censors in the court will still hold this matter against me. Is it worth it?”
Three years ago, she wanted to ask something but didn't have the chance to, and now she finally asked it. Wen Hemian finished speaking in one breath, not giving Xie Lang a chance to interrupt.
Then, once again, he gained an emperor with red eyes.
Xie Lang choked up, his eyes bloodshot at some point: "I don't want any other woman, I only want you."
“Age has never meant anything. I’ve grown up. I’ve said it before: Grand Tutor, you can treat me as a man.”
"As for the censors? Even without this incident, their pens have never stopped writing. What do we care about what outsiders think? I am the emperor. If I want to, I will always find a way to resolve it. At most, it will just be recorded in the history books. How future generations evaluate it is their business. I don't care."
"Moreover, they should understand that without the Grand Tutor, there would be no Emperor as I am today. Even if we were truly together, what could they possibly say?"
In the end, Xie Lang gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Wen Hemian's shoulder, wishing he could cut out his heart and let Wen Hemian see what his true feelings were.
Wen Hemian was shocked. She was usually quite eloquent, but now, faced with such relentless pressure, she was speechless. She blinked repeatedly, unable to find a suitable rebuttal.
Seeing her silence, Xie Lang slightly toned down his imposing manner. He raised his hand and placed it on the woman's cheek, as if he had completely imprisoned her in his arms for a moment.
His voice softened.
"At least give me a chance, okay?"
Wen Heming did not answer.
She cannot give that answer at the moment.
Xie Lang gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I understand."
He closed his eyes briefly. Because they were so close, Wen Hemian could even feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth of his breath. After a while, he released her.
The tearing pain returned, and Xie Lang's breathing quickened slightly. He hurriedly took a step back, his voice still relatively calm: "Never mind what I said."
After speaking, he turned and walked away quickly.
Wen Hemian belatedly felt the sticky sensation on her palms—cold sweat that had appeared out of nowhere.
No one had an easy time during that standoff.
After all this time, Wen Hemian couldn't deceive herself into thinking that Xie Lang was just young and impulsive. But she also couldn't bring herself to agree to something so rashly at this moment.
She admitted that Xie Lang's points were all very valid.
But that's the most idealized state. There are countless troubles to deal with. Before Xie Lang gets what he wants, he can reasonably imagine all the unexpected things he will face. But what about after that?
Wen Hemian couldn't easily go along with his nonsense.
"I really was thinking about that." Wen Hemian rubbed her temples and murmured, "I wasn't thinking about the future, it's too far away."
In just one day, they parted on bad terms twice.
Wen Hemian was filled with sorrow. He wandered around the Imperial Garden for a while, and when his mood improved slightly, he walked heavily toward the side hall.
We didn't encounter a single person along the way.
We couldn't even find anyone to gather information.
It seems Xie Lang has some little secret he doesn't want her to know.
Wen Hemian could only temporarily put aside her thoughts and obediently returned to the side hall.
As soon as she entered, she noticed that something seemed to have been added inside. The most eye-catching thing was a bookshelf. When she went over and looked through it, she found that it was full of all sorts of things, including storybooks, strange tales, and serious documents. She guessed that it was specially arranged so that she wouldn't get bored.
Wen Heming had mixed feelings.
When they're being aggressive, they really are aggressive; when they're being considerate, they really are considerate.
In the end, Xie Lang was still the same Xie Lang she knew. His outward personality had changed a bit, but his inner self remained the same, which made it even harder for her to be ruthless towards him.
She calmly picked up a book to pass the time, and after dinner, she still hadn't seen Xie Lang.
He wanted to go looking for them, but he was also worried about getting himself into trouble, so he could only hold back and wait patiently.
She thought the day was over, but unexpectedly, as she was about to fall asleep that night, Wen Hemian saw Xie Lang again.
She sat on the edge of the bed, staring expressionlessly at the tall, imposing young man before her, a hint of wariness creeping into her eyes: "What are you doing in my room?"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to force the Grand Tutor."
Xie Lang said casually, his tone slow: "It's just that I've lived here for three years, and my original bedchamber hasn't been cleaned yet..."
"The Grand Tutor wouldn't bear to let me sleep on the floor, would he?"
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