"He wanted to jump after him?!"
Even though it happened three years ago, Wen Hemian still broke out in a cold sweat when Lai Xi told her about it.
She only expected Xie Lang to be sad, but she didn't expect that he would actually have the idea of jumping down with her. Fortunately, Huo Ping and the others prevented a major disaster.
She dared not imagine how guilty she would feel if Xie Langzhen had gotten into trouble because of her departure.
Moreover, some harm cannot be made up for with guilt.
Seeing that Wen Hemian was moved, Lai Xi quickly continued, "Later, His Majesty went to the Prince's Mansion. As you know, His Majesty was looking forward to his coming-of-age ceremony, but you missed it. His Majesty was very sad. He used the courtesy name you gave him, but later he didn't even hold the coming-of-age ceremony."
"Moreover, His Majesty is truly obedient. You hoped that His Majesty would be a wise ruler, and His Majesty has indeed implemented the policies you left behind one by one, benefiting the whole world and earning the gratitude of the people. If His Majesty cared about the rumors of him being a tyrant, he would have already sent people to deal with them... All these things are just to find out if you will come back to see."
There are some things that Xie Lang finds inconvenient to say, but Lai Xi doesn't have as many reservations.
He had ulterior motives; he wanted to say some good things about His Majesty in front of Lord Wen so that the two of them could get married sooner, wouldn't that be a win-win situation?
Missing Xie Lang's coming of age was not only Xie Lang's regret, but also Wen Hemian's.
Before writing that letter, she never imagined things would turn out that way. You can imagine how heartbroken Xie Lang must have been.
She thought time would heal the wounds, but now, hearing Lai Xi say this, she realizes she was wrong.
...completely wrong.
Wen Hemian felt a tightness in his chest. Lai Xi, who was beside him, suddenly lowered his eyes and looked slightly frightened: "Your Majesty."
"Is the view beautiful here?" Xie Lang's smiling voice came from behind. "Or are you waiting for me?"
Xie Lang stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and naturally slipped his fingers between hers, interlocking them with a strong grip.
Wen Hemian did not accept his feelings and was averse to such intimate actions. She subconsciously tried to break free, but to no avail.
Xie Lang readily admitted, "I did it on purpose. Han Shuang, you'd better not even think about it."
Wen Heming wanted to glare at someone, but she held back.
She was afraid that the wolf cub would get too excited.
Xie Lang glanced at Lai Xi indifferently, clearly knowing what had just happened, but didn't pursue the matter of him talking too much. Lai Xi was secretly delighted, knowing that he had made the right bet.
I understand. All I need to do is help His Majesty please Lord Wen.
Everyone knows that Lord Wen is beautiful inside and out.
Unable to shake him off, Wen Hemian calmly pulled him along and walked quickly forward, too lazy to say anything more.
Anyway, you have to let loose when you're eating.
Seeing through her intentions, Xie Lang's smile deepened.
It seems that as long as they don't talk about their feelings, the two can continue to live in harmony forever.
He calmly finished his lunch.
Wen Hemian didn't want to be conscripted again, so she refused to move no matter what. She stared at Xie Lang with a cold and indifferent gaze, clearly indicating that she didn't want to be seen off.
The new clothes haven't been made yet, so Wen Hemian's clothes were all found temporarily, and they were rather plain and simple.
She was casual in men's clothing and casual in women's clothing. She didn't know how to style her hair, so she just tied it up in the simplest way. She didn't wear any makeup, but she was as calm and aloof as ever. Her eyes were clear and bright, making people want to possess her and take liberties with her.
Tear apart the bright moonlight.
Xie Lang concealed his true thoughts and chuckled softly, "Hanshuang, don't look at me like that."
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Wen Hemian: "?"
Wen Hemian felt that she had a reason for not wanting to talk to Xie Lang.
She was filled with indescribable emotions: "Xie Lang, what are you thinking about?"
The emperor, addressed by his full name, replied frankly: "Some things the Grand Tutor doesn't want to know."
I didn't see you trying to cover it up.
Wen Heming almost blurted it out.
She deeply felt the barrier between normal people and abnormal people when communicating.
Wen Hemian realized that from the moment they met again, Xie Lang had been intentionally trying to break her composure.
After more than ten years of self-cultivation, she suddenly developed a rebellious streak and didn't want Xie Lang to have his way.
My heart was filled with guilt and heartache, and that's how it was worn down.
Xie Lang stopped there, knowing when to stop.
He had plenty of ways to achieve his goals. Since Wen Hemian didn't want to leave, he sent people to move the matters he needed to handle that afternoon over. In the large side hall, there was always a corner where he could find a place to stay.
Wen Heming turned a blind eye to this.
She carefully read the prepared documents on the bookshelf and was able to get a general understanding of the layout of the court.
Xie Lang's confidants, along with the subordinates that Wen Hemian had specially cultivated, now firmly occupy core positions. However, she noticed that the position of Grand Secretary was still vacant.
The second assistant minister is Lu Zishen. As expected of the male lead, he wields great power and keeps his subordinates in awe.
Xie Lang wasn't worried about skipping court sessions; he had some confidence in his abilities.
What Lai Xi said is true. The self-destructive and dark tendencies that the system mentioned are most likely... originating from her. The timing matches up, and the motive matches up as well.
What she perceived as youthful enthusiasm had actually remained unforgettable even after three years. Xie Lang had even suffered greatly because of it, swallowing his grievances in silence. As the emperor, he was high above everyone else and could not confide in anyone else.
Being an emperor is probably not a happy thing, but Xie Lang had no choice.
Xie Lang's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the book pages. He had to use all his self-control to barely keep his eyes from looking up, afraid of disturbing the gaze that was fixed on him.
What is Wen Hemian thinking?
His mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts.
He was afraid she would be disappointed in him, and also afraid she would always see him as a child. So he could only keep testing her and let her gradually get used to it.
He's already driven people away once; there can't be a second time.
"Your Majesty, are the ministers not to your liking? Why is the position of Grand Secretary still vacant?"
After thinking it over, Wen Hemian realized there weren't many questions she could ask, so she decided to avoid the main issues and start a conversation with him.
This stalemate isn't a solution.
Xie Lang said in a muffled voice, "That was originally reserved for you."
Xie Lang has principles and bottom lines. He doesn't want anyone else to touch what he gave to Wen Hemian. It doesn't matter whether she's here or not, he just has to keep her.
Wen Heming had considered several possibilities beforehand, one of which was this: "What if I hadn't come back..."
"No!" Xie Lang was genuinely frightened and interrupted her first, his gaze filled with sorrow as he looked at her. "It's bad luck, don't say it."
Wen Hemian noticed his agitated emotions and subconsciously reassured him, "It's just a hypothetical situation."
Xie Lang told her very clearly, "Even if we assume, it won't work."
He put down the book in his hand, strode over to Wen Hemian, and suddenly knelt down, lowering himself as if he were unconsciously lowering his posture, like a docile big dog. His tone was extremely serious: "Hanshuang, there is only your matter that I cannot tolerate the slightest negligence."
Wen Hemian was taken aback by his sudden action and looked down at him, saying, "You..."
"Promise me you won't say that again, okay?"
His tone was forceful, and the way he took her hand was also forceful. Only the kiss on the back of her hand was gentle and devout, carrying endless longing and an undisguised desire.
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