Xie Lang seemed determined to never repent: "If I hadn't done that, you would have run away. Haven't we ever said that martial arts must be used against the enemy?"
But Xie Lang initially didn't know that martial arts could be used in this way.
Wen Heming is different from other women. Xie Lang cannot use his status to make her submit, nor can he use more radical methods, otherwise it will most likely backfire.
Actually, looking at it this way, he felt that Wen Hemian was indeed quite tolerant of him.
"You're just making excuses."
Wen Hemian had nothing to say.
"Let go. How long are you planning to keep hugging me? It won't be good if someone comes in and sees us."
Although her relationship with Xie Lang is currently in a mess, Wen Hemian is not prepared to deal with it head-on, let alone be caught by someone.
Xie Lang gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up: "No one will tell anyone, and besides, Lai Xi knows."
Wen Heming said again, neither too hard nor too softly, "Let go."
Having just been called by his given name, Xie Lang's excitement was still not subsided, and he felt a surge of energy. He pressed his tongue against the ground, swallowed the dryness in his throat, and gently kissed the person's hair before reluctantly letting go.
Wen Hemian wanted to say something several times, but seeing Xie Lang's expectant look, she silently swallowed her words.
Her feelings were extremely complicated.
Xie Lang does have some flaws.
Discussions and undercurrents arose in the capital, while someone passed the news to the outsider.
Upon hearing this bizarre rumor, Prince Jia, Xie Yong, raised an eyebrow in a strange manner: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? The young emperor is infatuated with his teacher but can't get what he wants, so he found a substitute to keep by his side?"
Although Emperor Shun was senile in his later years, he still possessed the iron-fisted methods of an emperor, especially towards his brothers and sisters, to whom he showed no mercy. If Xie Yong had not been the youngest at the time and had the protection of his maternal clan, he might not have survived and been sent to his fiefdom.
The fiefdom was barren and remote. At first, Xie Yong was very dissatisfied, but later he found that although it was far away, it also had its advantages. It could not only help him avoid open and covert attacks from the capital, but also allow him to do some dirty work in secret. The emperor was far away and could not control him.
He didn't think the young emperor who had succeeded to the throne would pose any threat to him. He was just a child who had come from the cold palace, and it was uncertain whether he would live to grow up. What he was more wary of was the powerful minister Ning Hechu, who came from a poor family, and his cronies.
When he first heard that Emperor Shun had appointed a tutor for the young emperor, he was a little surprised. After inquiring, he found out that the tutor was the top scholar of that year and also the heir of the Prince of Huailing. It was said that he was not very old, but he was very loyal in assisting the young emperor.
So he decided to sit back and watch the tigers fight.
To everyone's surprise, they actually managed to wipe out Ning Hechu and his cronies. Unfortunately, an epidemic struck the Jianghuai region, and the young Grand Tutor was assassinated by rebels on his way back, tragically losing his life.
Xie Yong also expressed his regret that he had only seen the portrait and had never actually met the youngest top scholar.
It's said that she's actually a woman dressed as a man. Interesting, really interesting.
He narrowed his eyes, intrigued: "The young emperor is just like his father, indiscriminate in his desires, even eyeing his own teacher. I'd really like to see just how similar he is, that he's actually been abducted into the palace."
Your advisors advised, "Your Highness, we've heard that the young emperor is cruel and tyrannical. You'd better not do this at this time..."
Xie Yong clicked his tongue, quite dissatisfied: "What business is it of yours to interfere in my affairs? Besides, even if things get really bad, I am still his royal uncle. How could he possibly harm me?"
The advisor hesitated to speak, but since no one could discipline Prince Jia when he was in his fiefdom, he was used to being a leader and could not tolerate others questioning his authority.
Seeing this, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I know what's important. The young emperor is quick-witted. He eliminated the last spies in the palace before the New Year. It's a good time to send a few beauties up there and see how he reacts."
Throughout history, emperors have never lacked beauties around them.
The young emperor himself said he would observe three years of mourning, but as soon as those three years were over, he immediately brought a new concubine into the palace. Presumably, that imperial tutor's influence wasn't that great; sending beauties was a common tactic. He didn't believe the young emperor had such strong willpower.
The vassal kings who were invited were basically those who were closely related to the royal family and had considerable power. Some were ambitious, while others wanted to live a peaceful life. But none of that mattered. Xie Lang wanted them to recognize their own status in order to completely intimidate them.
Ye Zhaoxuan knew he had done something wrong. After a few days of anxiety, he found that His Majesty had not sent anyone to his door. He was a little uneasy and didn't understand what was going on.
But then I thought that even if it were clarified, it might not be of much use.
And he considered an even more terrifying possibility—
Could it be that His Majesty never intended to let Lord Wen return to court from the very beginning?
Three years ago, when the true gender of Lord Wen was revealed, the entire court was shocked.
Some found it unbelievable, while others criticized it as heretical.
Regardless of which side it is, no one can deny the achievements Wen Heming made during his tenure.
That's not something you can achieve just by talking big.
The establishment of girls' schools was a tacitly agreed-upon result of everyone feeling guilty.
In this way, if Wen Hemian is fortunate enough to survive, his return to the imperial court would be perfectly legitimate.
However, this assumption is based on the premise that His Majesty regards Lord Wen as a subject.
Since ancient times, it has been a great taboo for the harem to interfere in the affairs of the court. Could it be that Your Majesty is thinking of bringing someone into the palace and then never letting them go?
Ye Zhaoxuan turned pale with fright at her own thoughts.
Lady Wen was an outstanding official in the past, and she could have become an outstanding female official in the future. It is a real pity that her career stopped here. He composed himself and decided to have a good talk with his colleagues and have them help him get through this.
Yes, that's it!
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On the eve of the Emperor's birthday, the invited princes arrived in the capital one after another.
Xie Lang didn't mention any special privileges to them. They were all arranged to stay in the post station, with spies secretly monitoring them. The number of people they brought with them and what they brought were all prepared and sent to the Emperor immediately.
Perhaps influenced by rumors circulating in the capital, many people included dancers and singers in their gift lists.
Unlike the seasoned officials in the capital, they didn't understand Xie Lang's temperament and were full of probing questions. They probably wanted to use this opportunity to test Xie Lang's true character in order to decide their future attitude towards the central government.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the norm.
Wen Hemian flipped through the gift list at a leisurely pace, while Xie Lang stared at the stack of gift lists in her hands as if facing a formidable enemy. He sat upright with his back straight, but he looked awkward no matter how you looked at him.
"Nothing new."
After a long while, Wen Hemian put down the last gift list and commented as follows.
"But there are many valuable things. Taking them will replenish the national treasury. These vassal kings are all fat sheep."
Wen Heming's lips curved into a gentle smile, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
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