Fortunately, the pills Wen Hemian carried were all prepared by the Imperial Hospital and were very effective. He sweated profusely at night and felt much better the next day.
My head still aches a little, but that's not important.
At night she can indulge her emotions, but during the day, she must revert to the composed and serene Lord Wen that everyone knows.
With Xie Lang missing, Xie Yong is here; she is the backbone, and we absolutely cannot let our guard down or collapse.
She didn't actually believe Xie Lang would fight an unprepared battle, but the fact that she hadn't seen him for so many days was itself a kind of torment.
Not finding them is both good news and bad news.
This means that, at least until Xie Lang returns safely, she must ensure that there are no problems at the camp.
Wen Hemian has always enjoyed high prestige among civil and military officials, so even if she did not have a military tally, these people were willing to obey her orders and defend the entire camp impregnably.
Prince Jia and his entourage wandered around the camp, stopping anyone who came into contact with classified information. With Wen Hemian watching over them, he couldn't make any rash moves for the time being.
Most of the barbarians attacking from this side seem to have been drawn to Xie Lang. The ones who have come recently are mostly scattered soldiers. With Zhou Ting and Qi Liangsheng there, dealing with them is not a problem. Good news keeps coming.
There was absolutely no collapse of morale among the troops.
Two days later, probably seeing that the situation was improving, Prince Jia finally couldn't sit still and came to visit.
Having anticipated this, Wen Hemian was not surprised when his subordinates told him he was requesting an audience. His eyes turned cold as he said, "Let him in."
After entering, Prince Jia first raised an eyebrow and looked around the tent. Seeing that Wen Hemian had left no one behind, he was quite surprised and laughed: "Lord Wen, aren't you afraid that I will arrest you and use you to threaten them?"
Wen Hemian said expressionlessly, "You can't beat me."
Prince Jia is clearly someone who has never been exposed to martial arts. He may have some tricks up his sleeve, but when it comes to a real fight, he is no match for anyone.
"Lord Wen is quite confident." Xie Yong smiled enigmatically, then found a seat and sat down. "His Majesty has been out of contact for many days. Aren't you worried, Lord Wen?"
Wen Hemian tightened his grip on the pen, then said in a calm tone, "I think His Highness Prince Jia is in a hurry."
Not only their people, but judging from the situation, it's estimated that even Prince Jia's men couldn't find Xie Lang.
In other words, they are currently in an unknown game, and whoever reveals a weakness first will lose.
"Then I might as well lay it all out and speak frankly with Lord Wen."
Xie Yong smiled confidently.
"Everyone understands now that the young emperor's fate is uncertain, and you're here simply waiting for the outcome. I know you and the young emperor are teacher and student, with a deep bond, but he imprisoned you in the palace, so he clearly doesn't cherish that bond much. You're helping him like this; who knows if he'll be grateful in the future? Your Wen family is merely loyal to the royal family, and I am also a member of the royal family. Replacing someone else wouldn't be difficult for you, Lord Wen, would it?"
Xie Yong still did not give up on persuading Wen Hemian.
Besides the fact that he couldn't bear to see such a beautiful woman die in the struggle, a large part of the reason was that he didn't want to go against the Wen family.
Their royal family members are crazy, but aren't the Wen family members who are so protective of their own just as crazy?
If you run into a problem, you have to figure out a solution, which is very troublesome.
Moreover, judging from the situation these past few days, this Grand Tutor Wen may not necessarily have deep feelings for the young emperor, otherwise why would he show no sign of sadness?
He couldn't believe that anyone in the world could be so calm.
"Besides..." Xie Yong lowered his voice, a hint of ambiguity in his smile, "If Lord Wen desires the position of Empress, I can still afford to grant it to him once I ascend to that position."
"Young people are not settled. The young emperor is still young. It's one thing for him to be infatuated for a moment, but he may not be able to resist the temptation of beauty in the future. I have no principal wife. Isn't it perfect to have Lord Wen with me?"
Many vassal kings envied the power held by the Prince of Huailing, but they lacked the ability and status to do so.
If I could gain this power, just thinking about it would make me feel completely satisfied.
Perhaps thinking he had the victory in his grasp, Xie Yong's gaze became increasingly unrestrained, making anyone who met it feel disgusted.
Wen Hemian: "..."
I hate people who criticize and judge others the most.
Her gaze turned even colder: "Your Highness Prince Jia, I advise you to be more careful with your words."
If it weren't for wanting to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve, Wen Hemian would have loved to throw him out right now.
"And..." Wen Hemian lifted his eyelids, his cold demeanor concealing a sharp edge, "What exactly is it about His Highness Prince Jia that makes him so confident as to dare to compare himself to His Majesty?"
Although she was a bit rebellious, at least Xie Lang wouldn't look at her with such disgusting eyes.
That's a rather sharp remark.
Suddenly feeling humiliated, Xie Yong's expression turned extremely ugly. He stared at Wen Hemian with a gloomy look: "I am willing to sit here to give Lord Wen face. Lord Wen... you'd better not be ungrateful. My patience is limited."
Wen Hemian chuckled: "Your Highness Prince Jia can wait and see who the final winner is."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, and someone silently appeared behind Xie Yong, speaking in a cold voice: "Your Highness Prince Jia, please."
Xie Yong's gaze darkened. He wasn't intimidated. Instead, before leaving, he left a cryptic remark: "Lord Wen, you'd better think it over carefully. I await good news."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Wen Heming wouldn't be so arrogant as to put herself in a dangerous situation. There were still two guards left in the tent. After Prince Jia left, Changzhu finally couldn't help but curse, "This is outrageous!"
He raised his hand and gestured around his neck: "Miss, perhaps I should leave..."
"Calm down." Wen Hemian reassured him with one sentence, "He is a member of the royal family, and he also has private soldiers on the back cover. It is not advisable to take action now."
"But that mouth of his is indeed vulgar."
A hint of disgust flashed in Wen Hemian's eyes, but after a moment she relaxed her shoulders and smiled: "It's alright. Let him see with his own eyes how he loses what he wants most."
She arrived somewhat hastily, firstly because she was genuinely flustered and wanted to ascertain Xie Lang's situation, and secondly to reassure everyone.
However, after two days, she gradually calmed down and realized that something was wrong.
Zhou Ting searched for so long and found many barbarian corpses, but from beginning to end, he did not find a single corpse of one of their own.
The whole thing is inherently illogical.
The most likely scenario is that Xie Lang and his men are lying in wait somewhere in the shadows, secretly watching Prince Jia's every move, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.
At this moment, the calmer and more unmoved they are, the more flaws the restless Prince Jia will reveal, making him easier to deal with.
The fact that Prince Jia took the initiative to come to my door today is enough to prove that Wen Hemian's guess was correct.
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