Even if he had many dark thoughts in his mind, Xie Lang had no choice but to suppress them all at this moment.
Wen Hemian lowered her eyes for a moment and didn't notice Xie Lang's expression change in an instant. She looked at the tombstone again: "Since we're here, I'll go and offer incense to the cenotaph?"
Growing up in a scientific society, Wen Hemian was originally an atheist, but after transmigrating into a book and being reborn, she had no choice but to believe.
But this was Xie Lang's mother, so she asked in a tentative tone.
With a hint of selfishness in his heart, Xie Lang smiled and nodded: "Grand Tutor, go ahead. I'm sure she'll be happy."
The Grand Tutor is so good, no one dislikes her.
Of course, those treacherous officials and rebels don't count.
Wen Hemian paused slightly, sensing something strange, but refrained from speaking due to the current situation. She glanced at the kind-looking young man and turned to offer incense.
The afternoon was pleasantly cool. After offering incense, they returned the way they came.
The place where Jiang Wu used to live was no longer habitable. The guards did a simple clean-up, and you could still vaguely see some of its former appearance, but it still had to be demolished and rebuilt.
The elderly man who had given them directions insisted on inviting them to stay for a meal, and seeing that they couldn't refuse, they accepted.
The country-style dishes were simple and plain, certainly not comparable to the imperial cuisine Xie Lang usually ate, but perhaps because they were fresh, Xie Lang didn't seem to mind at all, and the last table of dishes was basically finished.
They didn't take advantage of the old man, leaving him money behind. After all, no one was rich in those days, and the food they ate was enough for the old man to eat for several days.
Outsiders rarely visit the village. Faced with their actions, tears welled up in the old man's cloudy eyes. Wen Hemian looked on, somewhat at a loss, and looked away.
She suddenly remembered her promise to the young emperor long ago: not only to feed him, but also to feed all the people of the world. Now it seemed that the road ahead was still long and arduous.
"The Grand Tutor is always soft-hearted."
Xie Lang suddenly said something.
The matter at the prefectural government office urgently needed to be dealt with, so they couldn't stay here any longer. After lunch, they left two guards behind and prepared to return. Seeing Wen Hemian staring blankly at the small village that was getting further and further away for a long time, Xie Lang said this almost subconsciously.
He narrowed his long, narrow eyes, with a hint of something unspoken: "Sometimes, I think the Grand Tutor is more thoughtful than many women."
Xie Lang's voice was tinged with laughter, his eyes as bright and gentle as ever. His tone was completely normal. Wen Hemian calmly returned his gaze, but her heartbeat quickened.
"Your Majesty flatters me."
This is a big secret.
This is also the only place where Wen Hemian feels guilty.
Her smile faltered slightly, and her fingertips became somewhat stiff.
Xie Lang smiled, his face full of composure: "I was just joking. I know that the Grand Tutor cares about the people and cannot bear to see them suffer. I will definitely work hard to bring peace to the world as soon as possible so that everyone can have enough to eat."
To win someone over, you must find what they care about. The Wen family has a lineage that loves their country and the people of the world. Therefore, when they first met, Wen Hemian was determined to cultivate him into a wise ruler.
He became a wise ruler, so it's not unreasonable for him to have some personal requests, is it?
"It's good that Alang thinks this way."
Wen Hemian felt that the little brat was becoming more and more eloquent, and every word he said hit her right in the heart. Wasn't he just the wise ruler she had been longing for?
Of course, after so many years of getting along, Wen Hemian no longer sees this as just a task; she genuinely hopes that Xie Lang's future will be smooth sailing.
Xie Lang smiled brightly: "It's all thanks to the Grand Tutor's excellent teaching."
This interruption actually dispelled the strange atmosphere from before. Xie Lang felt a little disappointed, as he actually wanted Wen Hemian to reveal her true identity to him.
It's not uncommon for women to hold official positions, especially since his tutor is a genuine top scholar in the imperial examinations. His true talent and learning are undeniable, and few officials in the entire court could rival him. So, it's not unreasonable for him to be open and honest.
However, the threat remained, and Xie Lang understood that the timing was not right, so he had no choice but to suppress his own thoughts and look forward to seeing that day come soon.
The journey was pleasant and harmonious. Although there were some minor disturbances, they were insignificant, and Wen Hemian gradually lowered her guard.
She was probably overthinking it.
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Before the accounts could be tallied, the matter Wen Hemian had ordered someone to investigate had already yielded results.
People who are used to working in a household are usually not used to being replaced, and the Zhong family was no exception. So it was easy to find some old servants, and by piecing together their stories, we came to know another story that they didn't know.
It wasn't like what the passersby said that day about two men fighting over one woman. Instead, it was about Zhong Ruliang having a beloved cousin who was taken away by Ning Hechu. He was furious and, in his youthful impetuosity, got into a fight with Ning Hechu.
That happened many years ago. Then one day, Zhong Ruliang's cousin suddenly disappeared. It was from that time that Ning Hechu went to the capital to take the imperial examination. He went from being a Hanlin Academy reader to the Grand Secretary, and then to the notorious traitor.
Wen Heming's brow twitched: "So, Zhong Ruliang's cousin..."
The guard said, "The late emperor took them with him during his southern tour."
Needless to say, one can guess that something must have happened in between.
Because in the end, only Jiang Wu followed the late emperor back to the capital, not Zhong Ruliang's cousin, everyone understood the worst-case scenario.
There is no room for sentimentality in front of emperors, let alone for such a libertine. A human life is worthless to him, but often this is precisely what becomes the fuse.
Xie Lang sneered, "He's really a scoundrel."
The guard broke out in a cold sweat.
Not long after Xie Lang was born, he and his mother were thrown into the cold palace. He never enjoyed the glory of being a prince, and for a time he lived worse than a lowly palace maid. It was impossible to expect him to have any affection for the late emperor.
The only good thing the late emperor did was to appoint Wen Heming as his tutor at the last moment.
At least no matter what happens, the Grand Tutor will always be there for him.
Sensing the chilling aura emanating from the boy, Wen Hemian sighed softly, patted his hand on the table, and nodded slightly: "Continue."
The guard glanced gratefully at Lord Wen before saying, "When that young lady was taken away, it was rumored that she was already engaged to Ning Hechu. They were just waiting for him to go to the capital to take the imperial examination and achieve good results so that they could get married."
Good, good, good. Not only does she have affairs everywhere, she even steals other people's lovers.
Thinking back to the seemingly righteous late emperor he had met during the palace examination, Wen Hemian realized that he had underestimated him.
She didn't know if Ning Hechu was a so-called devoted lover, but judging from his years of being single, it must have had some influence on that.
Wen Hemian said leisurely, "He's really capable."
What could be more destructive than the white moonlight?
That must be the white moonlight that has passed away.
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