Wen Hemian did not think that his feelings were wrong.
Without her noticing, Xie Lang's thoughts had probably changed quietly, and as for why, she had a rough idea.
His Majesty the Emperor has grown up to be somewhat unpredictable, but he is used to not showing it in front of Wen Hemian. By the time he notices it, he has usually already adjusted himself.
Just like now.
"Alright, once you've settled in and the mole in the capital has been caught, I'll come find you."
Wen Hemian understood what he meant.
In fact, she would be very worried if she didn't personally accompany Xie Lang in this situation, so a solution that satisfies both sides would be the best.
"There's no need to rush."
Xie Lang spoke softly, with a slight smile: "Actually, I would prefer that I had already tidied up the person by the time you arrived."
No matter how certain you are, it's not foolproof. Coming here before the situation is stable can easily lead to danger.
His weakness is obvious—it is Wen Hemian.
"I cannot accept your statement, Your Majesty."
Wen Heming raised an eyebrow slightly: "I will find the mole as soon as possible and then come to find you."
She was already worried about Xie Lang. Originally, she could let it go if he didn't want her to go, but now that the little wolf cub had finally agreed, she was determined to resolve the matter as soon as possible.
Upon hearing this, Xie Lang smiled and hugged her even tighter, his warm breath brushing against her ear, carrying a hint of coquettishness: "Yes, I'm waiting for Han Shuang to come."
"...Let's get down to business."
Once this topic comes up, it tends to veer off course, so Wen Hemian quickly straightened up while she was still in the mood.
Xie Lang chuckled softly: "The defense of the capital is also important. I don't plan to take all the muskets with me. Fei Feng will stay behind. If you come looking for me, he will be responsible for protecting your safety."
Having experienced the accident three years ago, Xie Lang is now extremely cautious. He needs to leave his own people behind so that he can go to the North without any worries.
"How could Feifeng..."
She had barely uttered a few words when Wen Hemian suddenly realized what was happening. She turned her head and met the Emperor's sincere, dark eyes for a long while before finally relaxing her shoulders: "Fine, if you want him to stay, then let him stay."
Although Wen Hemian felt that she would be fine, she decided to let it go so that Xie Lang could feel at ease.
Fortunately, he had no shortage of people around him.
"That's good enough."
Xie Lang softened his tone, clearly on purpose.
After leaving, they didn't know how long they would be separated, but it hadn't even been a year since they reunited.
Xie Lang felt a little regretful, but in the face of his higher pursuit, that regret seemed insignificant.
He's no longer the child who would run to Wen Hemian to complain and whine whenever something happened. Except for a few deliberate moments, he's much more reserved than he was when he was younger.
Don't let her know about this embarrassing thought.
Wen Hemian patted his hand reassuringly: "Get up now that you've had your fun. I'll write a letter to my parents."
Knowing they were on guard was one thing, but caring was another. Wen Hemian planned to write another letter to reassure them.
Xie Lang refused to give up, walked around to the front, leaned over and tried to hug her, as if he wanted to take advantage of this limited time to have more intimate contact.
"Wait a minute!"
Wen Hemian anticipated his move and grabbed his arm before he let go, looking a little puzzled: "Why do you like to hug me all the time?"
Wen Hemian thought she understood him, but she still couldn't quite figure out his preferences in this particular area.
Xie Lang didn't answer her question, but instead, like a shrewd person, said, "I like it."
Then he continued what he hadn't finished earlier and pulled the person into his arms.
He was strong and held her firmly. Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Wen Hemian had no choice but to let him carry her behind the table.
"Here are paper and pen, Hanshuang, write."
Xie Lang thoughtfully slipped the pen into her hand.
Wen Hemian: "..."
She glanced at the paper and pen in front of her, then felt the strong, supportive chest behind her and the person sitting beneath her legs. She remained silent, hesitant to speak: "...What kind person writes a letter like this?"
Xie Langtian shamelessly replied, "It's mine."
Wen Heming stopped his hand that wanted to pinch someone, calmed himself down, and began to write a letter with a focused mind.
To prevent the letter from being intercepted en route, she wrote it very briefly, seemingly without any useful information. In fact, it contained a secret agreement between her and her parents, so she wasn't afraid of it falling into the wrong hands.
After writing the letter, Wen Hemian let it air out for a moment before folding it, putting it in an envelope, and preparing to go out and hand it over to someone to deliver.
She didn't care what Xie Lang was feeling, but thankfully he didn't stop her from getting up this time, and instead followed her closely.
No sooner had the letter been sent than Huo Ping hurriedly approached them with a large bird dangling from his hand.
Wen Heming's eyes lit up: "Liu Wu?"
A few days ago I was thinking of letting the two birds meet, but unfortunately the crow is unruly by nature. Although it has been tamed and is very docile to its family, it would be too confined if kept in the capital. Therefore, it is still mostly at the border.
As if hearing her call, Liuwu flapped its wings and instantly flew off Huo Ping's arm, heading towards Wen Hemian's direction.
Huo Ping's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. Only when he saw Liu Wu land steadily on Wen Hemian's shoulder did he feel a little relieved.
Xie Lang frowned, glancing unhappily at the large bird that had suddenly cut in between them: "Why is there another one?"
Wen Hemian seemed easy to talk to and approachable. The falcon Xie Lang gave her was indeed pragmatic, knowing who to rely on most. It didn't seem to mind Wen Hemian's approach and even seemed quite friendly towards her.
But this was a birthday gift from Xie Lang, so no matter how unhappy he was, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it. The one that came now was not a gift from him.
Seemingly sensing Xie Lang's gaze, Liu Wu cried out, flapped its wings, and leaned forward to peck at him.
Fortunately, Wen Hemian reacted quickly, covering Liu Wu's head with her hand while giving Xie Lang a warning look.
"Your Majesty, that's enough. Is it really meaningful to be jealous of a bird?"
Wen Hemian knew exactly what Xie Lang was thinking. There was no need to serve water in this situation; it was clear that Xie Lang was being unreasonable.
Xie Lang glared at them, looking aggrieved, but remained silent because there were outsiders present.
Liu Wu then brushed against Wen Hemian's palm, glanced at Xie Lang disdainfully with an air of superiority, and then lifted his foot to show Wen Hemian what was tied to it.
Wen Hemian smiled and patted its head: "Good Liuwu, you've worked hard."
He then took the letter tied to its leg and looked at it.
Xie Lang, who was being ignored, was speechless.
He gritted his teeth, daring not to speak out against his anger.
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