Overcoming training is helpful.
At least Wen Hemian didn't feel so nauseous when she saw bright red blood, but her hand holding the sword still trembled a little when she actually killed someone.
She breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze sweeping across the ground, and quickly determined: "These people are from the Imperial Guard."
Xie Lang's voice was cold: "After the traitor emerged, the Imperial Guards also purged themselves. They really don't care about their lives, daring to run towards the Grand Tutor's side."
Wen Hemian was resting, so Xie Lang didn't disturb her rashly. He took his men out to direct the battle, but suddenly felt uneasy. He ran back to take a look and saw that the man was trying to launch a sneak attack. His body reacted faster than his brain, and drawing the bow and shooting the arrow was purely subconscious.
"There's nothing I can do, I'm just too hated."
Wen Heming shook his head and sighed helplessly.
Outside, the cold wind and rain continued, but the sounds reaching this side were much quieter. The damp smell of rain mixed with the stench of blood wafted over, making Wen Hemian feel nauseous.
She asked, "How is the situation now?"
Xie Lang gestured for the body to be dragged out as he walked toward her, his gaze icy: "Huo Ping led his men away. The Flying Goose Camp surrounded them from the foot of the mountain and trapped them."
"Now, it's nothing more than a death throes."
Wen Heming: "Where are the ministers?"
"Several people were taken hostage, and the rest were escorted to the tunnel."
The ancestral temple was, after all, a place reserved for the royal family to worship their ancestors, and it contained many secrets that outsiders could not easily find out.
"Hmm." Wen Hemian nodded, and for once, he was stunned.
The Ning faction, which had been entrenched in the court for many years, was suddenly about to be eradicated, creating a strong sense of unreality.
In the brief moment of distraction, Xie Lang took the opportunity to take her hand that was holding the sword, and then pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and carefully wiped away the bloodstains on it.
“You…” Wen Hemian frowned, tried to pull the sword away but couldn’t, and was worried that the sword would stab him, so his movements were somewhat restricted.
Xie Lang simply lowered his eyes and said, "Once everything has calmed down, I will no longer allow the Grand Tutor to handle these dirty matters."
His tutor, as bright as the moon in the sky, should stand there properly, not have his hands stained by these filthy things.
Wen Hemian's eyelids twitched. In front of everyone present, he couldn't refuse him: "Then I thank Your Majesty for your grace."
Xie Lang hummed in response, his expression indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
His gaze lingered on Wen Heming's hand for a long time, feeling somewhat regretful that he couldn't openly and honestly grasp it yet.
But it won't be long.
Seeing that the bloodstains on her hands had been wiped clean, Wen Hemian quickly pulled her hand away. This time she felt no resistance, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw someone coming from the rain.
The man was imposing and burly, also dressed in night clothes, exuding a chilling aura. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he appeared upright and dignified. He bowed to Xie Lang and reported, "Your Majesty, the rebels have been suppressed. A small group escaped from the west, and I have ordered men to pursue them. There are still matters to be dealt with outside. In addition, the rebel leaders Ning Hechu, Wu Yun, and others have all been captured and brought to justice. I request Your Majesty to order their punishment."
Tonight's events have been attributed to the rebels for all the fighting, but it's been less than half an hour since the incident occurred. It's incredible how quickly things have happened.
Xie Lang nodded: "Well done. Grand Tutor, his name is Feifeng, and he is the leader of the Flying Goose Camp."
The second half of the sentence was said to Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian had never interfered with his building of his own power. This was the first time he had met a key figure in the Flying Phoenix Camp. He greeted him kindly: "Chief Flying Phoenix."
Feifeng looked at her with a mixture of scrutiny and curiosity, but it was all well-intentioned. In front of His Majesty the Emperor, she didn't say anything extra, but just gave an unnatural smile: "Greetings, Lord Wen."
Xie Lang: "Ning Hechu and Wu Yun will be detained for now. They will be dealt with after they return to the capital and their crimes are fully explained. All those involved must be kept under strict guard and vigilance must not be relaxed. Continue to track down those who have escaped. Anyone who resists will be killed without exception."
Feifeng: "Yes."
Tonight was too chaotic. Xie Lang was still uneasy. Once the situation stabilized, he didn't go out again.
The group waited quietly in the house for a long time. Occasionally, two stragglers would come over, but they were killed by the guards before they could get close. It wasn't until the heavy rain stopped that things finally calmed down.
I'm really exhausted after staying up all night.
Wen Hemian sighed, "It went too smoothly. I thought Ning Hechu would at least struggle a bit more. I didn't expect that his men would fight much harder than him."
After fighting for so many years, Wen Hemian has come to know Ning Hechu somewhat.
Most of the time, his behavior resembled that of a true treacherous official, but at other times, he was incomprehensible.
If he had really struggled, their operation might not have gone so smoothly.
“It’s pointless.” Xie Lang shook his head and said, “The Ning Party is at its wit’s end; they have no chance of winning.”
"Too."
Wen Heming agreed.
"It's less that he wanted to rebel, and more that his subordinates pushed him to rebel. They were all in the same boat; he had no chance of escaping long ago. The less he resisted, the less he would suffer. Speaking of which... what about the late emperor, do you think it's true?"
Logically speaking, she should have investigated Ning Hechu's words out of caution, but she surprisingly didn't.
Royal secrets.
Xie Lang remained silent for a long time before giving a definite answer: "It's true."
After saying that, he looked up at Wen Hemian, as if he wanted to see what her mood was like.
Wen Hemian pursed his lips, speechless for a moment: "The late emperor was truly a scoundrel."
Just imagine, a young girl, full of innocent joy and longing to marry her sweetheart, is kidnapped on the way, and then tortured to death in such a cruel way... It's terrifying.
Suddenly, she understood why her parents had fallen out with the royal family back then; the late emperor was clearly a madman in secret.
It can be considered that evil deeds have their just desserts, allowing him to experience that despair and suffocation at the moment of his death.
“He deserves to die.” A flash of disgust crossed Xie Lang’s eyes, but his tone softened immediately. “But Grand Tutor, I am not like him.”
Xie Lang was afraid that this incident would cause Wen Hemian to change her opinion of him.
But clearly, he had barely even met the late emperor, and he didn't acknowledge this so-called father.
"Of course I know that."
Wen Hemian picked up her teacup, took a sip, and comforted him: "In terms of being an emperor, His Majesty is more suitable than him. I watched you grow up, and there is no doubt about that."
Wen Hemian didn't lie, but she knew how to say seven parts and hide three parts, so it wasn't exactly lying.
Moreover, there's one thing she has to admit: Xie Lang's madness might actually have some genetic component.
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