Wen Hemian was almost burned by that gaze.
She curled her fingertips, suppressing her unusual emotions, and calmly withdrew her hand, her voice steady.
"If you like it, I'll bring some more for His Majesty next time. It's getting late, take your medicine and rest. We'll have a lot to do tomorrow."
Xie Lang complained, feeling wronged: "Grand Tutor didn't keep his word. He clearly said he would play another game with me."
Wen Hemian: "..."
Who are you trying to distract from?
However, Wen Hemian compromised on her own words: "Okay, I'll go rest after this game."
Xie Lang didn't refute this time.
He obediently pulled back his chaotic thoughts and played a game with Wen Hemian. This time it was a draw. They played for a long time, and in the end Wen Hemian was so sleepy that she started yawning.
When it comes to matters concerning the emperor, the imperial physicians dare not be careless. The medicine they prescribed was very effective, and Xie Lang was somewhat relieved, as this allowed him to barely restrain his thoughts.
"Grand Tutor, go back and rest. You've stayed with me for half the night; you've worked hard."
Xie Lang smiled faintly and said considerately.
Wen Hemian covered her mouth with her hand, yawned again, and was too sleepy to continue arguing with him: "Let's go."
Xie Lang smiled and nodded, but where Wen Hemian couldn't see, his gaze suddenly darkened.
Although it was just a small taste of sweetness, it was enough for him to savor for a long time.
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Wen Hemian spent a peaceful night in the palace.
Even if I go to bed late, I still wake up the next morning due to my biological clock and then I can't fall back asleep.
While lamenting how harmful working was, Wen Hemian rubbed her temples, hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then got up to wash up.
The weather is bad today; dark clouds are overhead, the air is stuffy, and I don't know when it will rain.
The emperor was poisoned, and the entire palace was placed under martial law. The palace servants stayed carefully within their assigned areas, not daring to wander around. The imperial guards patrolled the area, creating a solemn and desolate atmosphere.
Wen Hemian knew Xie Lang was faking it, so she didn't rush to find him. Seeing this, the servants brought her breakfast to the side hall.
Wen Hemian was too tired last night to think about it further, but now that she has calmed down, she still feels that Xie Lang's attitude was too strange.
She used to think it was just a clingy behavior and considered distancing herself to improve the situation. But after Xie Lang saw through her act, she never had the chance to do so again. And after that, Xie Lang behaved well, so she never doubted anything again.
But Xie Lang's behavior last night was really too subtle. Even if Wen Hemian was slow to notice, she should have realized that something was wrong.
Is that the look you give to a close teacher or mentor?
Wen Hemian frowned, beginning to seriously consider this issue for the first time, and the more she thought about it, the more alarming it became.
Just then, the sound of palace servants bowing and greetings rang out from outside; Xie Lang had arrived.
He was in good health and had enough rest for a night to recover. He did not attend court or meet with the officials today. He wore casual clothes and simply tied his hair up, looking refreshing and relaxed.
When his gaze fell upon Wen Hemian, his eyebrows drooped slightly.
“In the palace, the Grand Tutor never comes to have breakfast with me.”
In front of Xie Lang, Wen Hemian showed no unusual behavior. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, "Even if I didn't go, His Majesty came by himself, didn't he?"
After saying that, Wen Hemian sighed inwardly. Habit is a terrible thing; it allows her to accurately guess Xie Lang's next move.
"That's true."
Xie Lang sat down, and the palace servants next to him quickly brought out a new set of bowls and chopsticks. The emperor, despite his dignity, did not mind and made do with the breakfast that Wen Hemian had left over.
Wen Hemian hesitated, but ultimately didn't find an opportunity to speak.
After the bowls and chopsticks were cleared away, Wen Hemian revealed his plan: "I want to leave the palace and meet Princess Alina."
Xie Lang frowned in disapproval: "The Grand Tutor has no need to put himself in danger."
Indeed, there are too many clues in this matter, and Xie Lang will definitely investigate it thoroughly. However, there are many mysteries surrounding Alina. It would be fine if his subordinates went, but for Wen Hemian to go is like walking into a tiger's den.
Wen Hemian lowered his gaze, his voice calm and gentle: "She wouldn't be foolish enough to attack me in front of others unless she was willing to risk her life. If Your Majesty is really worried, please send an imperial physician to accompany me."
Intuition is a mysterious thing, and Wen Hemian wanted to meet Alina in person, hoping to gain something from it.
Besides... she concealed the complex expression in her eyes.
She might need to seriously consider what exactly went wrong between herself and the little one she'd watched grow up.
She needs to be separated from Xie Lang for a while so that she can think more clearly.
Having said that, Xie Lang had no reason to refuse. He looked at Wen Hemian in silence for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Alright, Grand Tutor, go ahead. I'll have the Imperial Medical Academy Chief accompany you."
Xie Lang was incredibly clever; how could he not see that Wen Hemian was deliberately avoiding him?
Without much thought, he concluded that the Grand Tutor had noticed.
It may not be clear enough yet, but as long as he continues to harbor this thought, it will be exposed to her sooner or later.
Was Xie Lang afraid? No, he couldn't be happier.
Wen Hemian was a little surprised that he agreed so quickly, but this suited her just fine. After agreeing, she didn't delay and turned to leave the palace.
The palace was under martial law, but that had nothing to do with her. The Imperial Guards didn't need to give any orders; they released her without a word.
Everyone knows that His Majesty trusts his teacher the most. Do they think they can stop him? Do they want to die even faster?
The inn is currently only under guard; Huo Ping hasn't started the interrogation yet. Wen Hemian didn't go in to find Alina; instead, she had someone bring her out.
This princess from the barbarian tribe was quite outgoing. Upon seeing Wen Hemian, she curtsied respectfully and said, "Greetings, Lord Wen."
"Sit down." Wen Hemian nodded, her tone firm. "You knew I would come to find you."
Alina blinked, a hint of playfulness in her eyes: "It was just a coincidence that I guessed right."
Wen Hemian didn't bother with beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "Tell me, why did you poison me?"
Although she already knew that this handsome and aloof imperial tutor had a cold personality, Alina was still a little disappointed, but she sincerely said, "That's not poison, just a disgusting but harmless little trick."
At this point, Alina seemed somewhat disgusted, and curled her lips: "They want to send me to His Majesty the Great Zhao's bed, but I can tell that His Majesty the Great Zhao is a man who cannot tolerate any injustice. If I really do it, I'm afraid I'll die without a burial place."
Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that he had guessed correctly; Alina was indeed the foreign woman who drugged Xie Lang in the original book.
But judging from her appearance, she seems quite lucid. Why did she still do that in the original book?
Wen Heming narrowed his eyes, guessing, "So you deliberately used me to make the plan fail?"
Alina laughed: "I've long heard that the Imperial Tutor passed the imperial examination at a young age and is exceptionally talented. Seeing is believing, indeed. Yes, I did it on purpose."
As she finished speaking, Alina's voice lowered, making her bright and deep-set face appear somewhat dim.
"They killed my Anang, and now they want me to carry out their plan? Wishful thinking!"
"A-nang" is a term used by barbarian groups to refer to their mother.
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