Wen Hemian slept soundly for days.
In her hazy state, she felt as if someone had given her a bowl of hangover soup. The bitter taste made her very unhappy, and she even turned her head away from it in her sleep.
Unfortunately, I couldn't dodge it.
When she woke up again, it was already bright outside. Because she was covered up tightly, she felt sweaty. She quickly threw off the blanket, sat up, and took a breath.
His consciousness returned abruptly, and Qingyun, who was outside, heard the noise and came in carrying a washbasin, looking somewhat strange.
"Young master is awake?"
Wen Heming wiped her face with a handkerchief; the cool sensation sobered her up considerably. Suddenly realizing what was happening, she sat bolt upright in her sleep: "I must attend court today!"
"Don't worry about this young master," Qingyun whispered. "His Majesty said that the young master should have a good rest for a day."
Wen Hemian sighed: "You look so preoccupied. Is there anything you want to ask me?"
Qingyun tried to keep her voice steady: "Isn't His Majesty being a little too familiar with you?"
Just a short while ago, Qingyun had advised Wen Hemian not to get too close to His Majesty the Emperor. Little did he know that last night's events had caught him off guard, as if he had stumbled upon some unspeakable secret.
I pondered this all night, and the more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
It would have been fine if the young master had been told the young emperor the secret that he was a girl, since it was impossible to keep it a secret forever. But now, the situation is clearly developing in a different direction!
Wen Hemian remained silent.
Sometimes, it's not good for this girl to be too smart.
“My lord…” Qingyun’s expression suddenly turned mournful, his voice tinged with anger, as if he had just thought of something. “You are His Majesty’s teacher, and you personally guided him to his current position. How could he harbor such thoughts towards you?!”
Qingyun was educated; she knew what propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame meant, as well as the importance of respecting teachers and valuing the Way. In her eyes, His Majesty's actions were disloyal, unjust, and treasonous.
"He has treated the young master so badly, why do you still wholeheartedly assist him?"
The situation has not yet stabilized, and the young emperor is already so unscrupulous. Qingyun simply cannot imagine what will happen to the young master if he truly holds power one day.
In fact, looking back, very few of those who served as teachers to the emperor ended up with a good fate.
As expected, the capital is a place of trouble and intrigue, and it's understandable that the prince and princess don't want to stay here.
Emperors are cold-hearted, and the royal family is all sick!
Qingyun held back, managing not to utter a curse on the spot.
Wen Hemian wavered a bit, and after a moment she waved her hand: "You go out first, I'll think about it."
Since she didn't need to attend court, and the Right Vice Minister was overseeing things at the Ministry of Personnel, she didn't need to worry too much. This gave her plenty of extra time to think things through.
Think carefully about how her relationship with Xie Lang has developed into this mess.
Qingyun wanted to say something, but seeing Wen Hemian's slightly tired expression, she couldn't say anything and could only take the basin out.
Wearing only a thin nightgown, Wen Hemian sat on the bed, hugging the blanket, thinking for a long, long time before finally lowering her eyes and touching her lips with her hand.
She originally had a decent alcohol tolerance, but her martial arts training made her more vigilant about her surroundings. Last night, she let herself fall into a deep sleep, probably automatically judging that the environment around her was safe. However, she was not completely unaware of what was happening.
In those dim, hazy memories, it was as if someone had touched this place, sticky and intimate, but unfortunately, she was in a daze at the time and was unable to wake up.
"You brat."
Wen Hemian felt increasingly embarrassed as she thought about it. She cursed under her breath, her fingers involuntarily clenching into a fist: "Do you really think I'm that desperate?"
If he dares to harm even his own teacher, what wouldn't he dare to do?
Wen Hemian regretted that she didn't have the habit of forgetting things after drinking, otherwise she wouldn't be stuck here in this mess.
She thought that after she said those words, Xie Lang would at least restrain himself a bit, but she didn't expect that not only did he not, but he also took the opportunity to push his luck, which was a complete waste of her trust!
If Wen Hemian were a little more ruthless, she could have easily left now. After all, the change in their relationship was still a bit hard for her to accept.
But then she asked herself, could she really bear to do that?
Could she bear to abandon the little one who had been by her side for so many years, leaving him alone to face the turbulent political situation in the court?
It wasn't just about the mission; it was about another layer of her heart, a deeper sense of attachment.
So even though Xie Lang did something so outrageous to her, she just sat there, trying to calmly consider the future situation.
But I can't calm down.
How could I possibly calm down?
Now that things have developed to this point, it might be time to settle some things properly.
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After Qixi Festival, Wen Hemian intentionally or unintentionally ignored what happened that day.
Occasionally, she would meet the young emperor's burning gaze, but she would simply pretend not to see it, appearing as dignified and composed as ever.
The ancestral worship ceremony was scheduled for September, and preparations had already begun ahead of time at the suggestion of the Ministry of Rites. Various factions were watching the event closely, wanting to sabotage it, especially the Ning faction, which was visibly eager to make their move.
Everyone had ulterior motives.
Wen Hemian, on the contrary, found herself with a rare moment of leisure.
When she first became Minister of Personnel, she implemented sweeping reforms, but as she progressed, she gradually relinquished more and more power.
The Right Vice Minister is not a fool, nor is Min Rong.
Finally, after a meeting, he couldn't hold back any longer and confronted Wen Hemian, demanding, "Grand Tutor Wen, are you playing me for a fool?"
Wen Hemian lifted her eyelids and looked at him leisurely: "Tell me, how did I play a trick on you?"
Wen Hemian rarely displayed his official power, except in front of people he disliked.
Min Rong's eyes were practically spitting fire as he suppressed his anger and asked, "I've always been in charge of evaluating and promoting officials, so why are you suddenly handing it over to Wen Youling?"
Wen Youling was the name of the Right Vice Minister.
Since the beginning of the second half of the year, Min Rong's power has been gradually stripped away, but now he has become a seemingly non-existent figure. How could he not be angry?
Unfortunately, it was Wen Hemian who spoke, leaving him helpless.
"That depends on what good deeds you've done in the past!"
Wen Hemian's expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed the notebook that was next to her and threw it at him.
"I would like to ask you, how did the young master of the Li family, who clearly has no merit whatsoever, get promoted? And the young man of the Lin family, who is clearly hardworking and reliable, how did he become negligent and derelict in your hands? You dare to hand over such people who distort the truth and cannot distinguish right from wrong?"
Wen Heming used all her strength and slammed the notebook into Min Rong's face, making him stagger.
Hearing these past events being revealed, I couldn't help but feel a bit more fear and resentment. How long ago was this? Normally, anyone would just look at it and move on. How could she have the mind to find it all?
Are people in officialdom so incapable of being tactful and adaptable?
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