Looking back at Wen Heming's resume, the more you think about it, the more alarming it becomes.
He was the top scholar in the imperial examination at the age of sixteen, the youngest Grand Tutor in the history of the Great Zhao Dynasty. He had previously served as Minister of Personnel and now serves as Grand Secretary. Holding two positions, he not only wielded immense power but also enjoyed boundless prestige.
Most importantly, she is a woman.
Such achievements are truly admirable.
But no one dared to stand up and say that she was unworthy of the position.
Or perhaps it's better to put it another way: ever since the position of prime minister was left vacant, there had been a vague suspicion in everyone's mind, and now it has just been confirmed.
Compared to the turmoil of three years ago, the ministers have matured over the past three years, and apart from a few who still have complaints, the situation is surprisingly quiet.
There was one thing that puzzled them.
"Since His Majesty has such deep affection for Lord Wen, and Lord Wen is also interested, why not just directly bestow the title of Empress? Wouldn't that be more legitimate and convenient?"
"In the history of the Great Zhao Dynasty, there have been empresses who participated in politics. Even if you become empress, your talents will not be buried."
"Could it be that His Majesty doesn't want Lord Wen to become Empress? Uh... in that case, would those two guarding the border agree?"
After all, the empress was the emperor's bedmate, and her family background, appearance, talent, virtue and character were all taken into consideration. Therefore, it was not unusual for her to participate in politics in the history of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
What was the emperor's state of mind during those years, and what was his state and behavior after Lord Wen returned? Based on this alone, most people believed that His Majesty would definitely appoint Lord Wen as Empress.
But they really can't understand this development now.
Only a few guessed the emperor's intentions.
"The Empress's participation in politics is nominal, and she can only rely on His Majesty to provide her with whatever she wants. However, her official position is something she has earned herself. Lady Wen is not only the head of all officials, but also the head of all female officials. His Majesty's actions demonstrate his emphasis on women's education and entry into officialdom."
This person was none other than Meng Hang, the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy.
He studied under Master Xu and already agreed with the Emperor's political views. Because he had little social interaction, he was not drawn into the heated discussions and instead saw things more clearly.
"How can they know that this wasn't the result of their discussion, based on wild speculation?"
The two female academic officials, especially the one who had divorced her husband, were deeply moved.
"His Majesty loves to revisit the lord's past. Regardless of what will happen in the future... compared to love, power and money are the foundation for a woman's livelihood."
The former will change, but the latter will always be popular.
Meng Hang clapped his hands: "What a novel way of putting it."
The female instructor smiled kindly: "You flatter me, Your Excellency."
...
Wen Hemian had long anticipated the power of this imperial edict. Her return to the palace was not entirely to vent her anger, but also to seek some peace and quiet.
When she was in the Prince's residence, her colleagues would send her visiting cards and gifts to her. In the palace, she didn't have to worry about this. After all, not everyone was eager to meet the Emperor. If people wanted to send gifts but had nowhere to send them, they would give up.
Absolutely perfect.
Wen Hemian held a bowl of sweet soup in one hand and flipped through the latest storybook that had been delivered with the other, looking quite content.
I used to be too busy to read them, but now I occasionally have some free time, so I read some folk tales written by folk writers. Their imaginative ideas are just as good as modern novels and TV dramas, and it's a great way to pass the time.
Xie Lang, looking bitter and resentful, was reviewing memorials on the side. He gazed at the warm and soft beauty so close yet untouchable, and pondered even more how to subtly distribute the tasks at hand.
He's so busy every day that he and the Grand Tutor hardly ever have time to be alone together!
Wen Hemian ignored his resentful expression and thought about writing a few more letters to her parents to report on her situation.
Humans are strange creatures. They could live well on their own before, but once they have family again and are cared for, they can never let go of them.
Wen Hemian could avoid the colleagues who wanted to visit her, but she couldn't avoid the necessary interactions within the government offices.
Her colleagues in the government office looked at her with a slightly different gaze, and everyone came forward to congratulate her, creating a lively and bustling scene.
Lu Zishen laughed and said, "Zhaoxuan and I guessed that His Majesty had reserved this position for you, and it turned out to be true."
Wen Hemian shook her head: "I only found out after I came back."
They had been preparing to take over beforehand, and the addition of a title didn't actually change much. It was just that with the emperor's attitude in place, the hidden obstacles disappeared, making things go more smoothly.
Water that is too clear has no fish, so it's alright. Wen Hemian turned a blind eye and let it go. Now that they know what's good for them, things are fine.
Looking at the suddenly reduced workload, Wen Hemian pondered, "...What a loss."
I'll have to take it over sooner or later, so taking it over sooner seems like a good idea.
"What loss?"
Xie Lang quickly skimmed through the unimportant content, reviewed the memorials on his desk, and then quietly crept up behind Wen Hemian, only to hear her say something so abruptly.
"nothing."
Wen Hemian did not reveal his naive thoughts.
The next moment, she was pressed into the chair by His Majesty the Emperor, who had been holding back for so long. He not only kissed her lips intimately, but also pressed his teeth against hers, forcefully drawing in her scent.
When not engaging in sexual intercourse, Xie Lang particularly favored these little actions, to the point that Wen Hemian felt that there was a good reason why she thought he was like a puppy—he always had to mark everything with his own marks before he would be satisfied.
"What's gotten into you now?"
Having figured out Xie Lang's character early on, Wen Hemian had adapted somewhat. It wasn't until they parted that she grabbed a strand of his hair and asked him a question.
Because they had just kissed, her usually gentle and calm eyes were now filled with turmoil. Her eyes and lips were red, and her voice was hoarse, sounding more like anger than questioning.
Xie Lang looked down at her, casually pinching and stroking her earlobe with one hand, suppressing his restlessness and asking in a steady voice, "Your birthday is coming soon, is there anything you want?"
Wen Heming's birthday is in October, which is the golden autumn season and a time of harvest.
In previous years, Xie Lang prepared everything himself, but this year was different. He wanted to ask Wen Hemian if there was anything he wanted.
Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment: "...I don't lack anything. I like everything Your Majesty has prepared."
As she spoke, she smiled, her beauty as radiant as the moon, a gentle warmth mixed with a cool elegance that made one want to get close to her.
Xie Lang did exactly what he thought.
He kissed the corner of the woman's eye.
A very gentle force.
Wen Heming's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously closed her eyes. Even though she couldn't see, she could still feel the burning love emanating from the man.
It was different from the burning passion of her emotions; her steps were graceful, mixed with a touch of assertiveness, yet not repulsive.
"It's settled then, whatever I prepare, you have to like it."
Wen Hemian chuckled and couldn't help but tease him, "So tough, huh?"
Xie Lang slowly lifted his eyelids, looking like a little pervert, and said in a low voice, "This is nothing yet, I haven't even shown the Grand Tutor my hardness."
Wen Hemian: "..."
I'm speechless; everything I think about seems absurd.
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