"Crackling and popping—"
Xie Lang didn't realize what Wen Hemian meant at first. When he came to his senses, he suddenly stood up, and his hand swept across the table, causing teacups and books to fall to the ground with a messy sound.
He widened his eyes slightly, staring at Wen Hemian in astonishment, unable to utter a single word.
Wen Hemian smiled faintly, her expression gentle, like the bright moon that had been cleansed of worldly dust, pure and radiant, coming toward him.
She blurted out those words out of the blue, her laughter seemingly tinged with a hint of teasing. A moment later, she looked up to see his reaction.
Xie Lang was stunned by the laughter and it took him a long time to recover from his daze. He stammered, "You...I...Han Shuang, you just said you...you want to..."
I rambled on and on without getting to the point.
Wen Hemian kindly reminded him: "It's not that I want to, it's that you want to."
Wen Hemian thought about it and realized that she and her father had already talked things out, so continuing to be coy with Xie Lang wasn't a good idea. She had just had a sudden urge to do something.
But she never regretted her words, and the timing was right. She was quite interested to hear Xie Lang's opinion on this matter.
There's no turning back once the arrow is released. When she asked that question, it meant she was ready to accept Xie Lang and embark on a new journey.
"Still not convinced? Are you dumbfounded?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow fell over Wen Hemian as Xie Lang leaned over and hugged her.
One was sitting and the other was standing. Because of the height difference, Xie Lang's action seemed a little awkward, but he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he affectionately pressed his cheek against Wen Hemian's cheek, and his breathing became a little disordered.
He didn't state his own thoughts, but instead asked softly, "Do you want to be the empress?"
If we're talking about legitimacy, the position of Empress is undoubtedly the best choice, and the deep affection between the Emperor and Empress is something Xie Lang had also considered.
Eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boys are more impulsive, wanting only to present the best things to their beloved without considering whether it is what she wants.
The current Xie Lang thinks more deeply and comprehensively.
"If you want to be the empress, then you will be the only one in the palace. Of all the waters in the world, I will only drink from one."
“But I know that you have your own ambitions, cannot let go of state affairs, and are absolutely unwilling to be confined to the deep palace. So if you are a subject, maintaining our current status is not bad.”
Xie Lang spoke gently, and after saying that, he chuckled softly: "But no matter what, I will not have a harem. I said, I only want you."
His chin rested on the woman's shoulder and neck, nuzzling her for a moment before he suddenly stopped, his voice lowering slightly: "Or perhaps being her subject by day and her empress by night would be a good alternative."
After Xie Lang finished speaking, he thought about it more and more and felt that the method was feasible. Just as he was about to say something more, Wen Hemian pinched his waist lightly.
"Aren't you thinking a little too far ahead?"
Whenever Xie Lang starts acting unseriously, Wen Hemian knows exactly what he's thinking, but that's not currently on her radar.
"Not far."
Xie Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked cautiously again, seemingly uncertain, "So, Han Shuang, does that mean you're agreeing to give it a try with me?"
Wen Hemian was aloof and distant; most of the kindness shown to him in the past was based on the teacher-student relationship.
After their reunion, Xie Lang was prepared to wait a long time. It was more important to keep Wen Hemian here. With Wen Hemian around, they had a long future ahead of them.
He could sense Wen Hemian's gradual softening, but he never expected it to happen so quickly.
Wen Hemian sighed softly: "His Majesty has already persuaded my father, isn't he determined to win?"
Wen Hemian had no interest in finding out what he and Wen Chengyuan had talked about; she was only certain that it was about her and that nothing bad would happen, which was good enough.
Xie Lang clearly wanted this answer. He stepped back slightly, remained silent, and stared pitifully at Wen Hemian with bright, unforgettable eyes.
"You really want to hear what I have to say?" Wen Hemian was both amused and exasperated, but her next words were very serious, "Yes, I'm willing to give it a try with you."
Although the groundwork had been laid beforehand, saying those words wasn't as difficult as I had imagined.
Wen Hemian hesitated for a moment, then raised his head, covered the emperor's eyes with his hand, leaned forward slightly, and kissed the corner of his lips: "...This should prove it, right?"
In the past, Xie Lang always took the initiative in kissing her, while she was left in a passive position. It was her personality that made Wen Hemian less enthusiastic than Xie Lang in this regard.
"Of course... you can't!"
The blindfolded emperor curled his lips into a wicked smile. Wen Hemian sensed something was wrong and tried to back away, but the emperor grabbed her hand first, blocking her way.
A kiss landed with a strong, aggressive force.
Wen Hemian was puzzled. What was wrong with this little brat? He kissed her whether he was happy or unhappy. Where did he develop this hobby?
However, she didn't have time to think too much. After kissing for an unknown period of time, Xie Lang finally let her go, satisfied.
"Han Shuang, I'm so happy."
Perhaps because his wish had been fulfilled, the faint gloom between Xie Lang's brows disappeared, and he became like a happy, frolicking dog.
Wen Hemian rarely showed a relaxed smile, and patted his hair: "Alright, I know, let go of me."
It wasn't even the hottest time yet, but even a little bit of activity would make you sweat, and with Xie Lang, who was like a furnace, sticking to you, it felt sticky and uncomfortable.
"You despise me."
Xie Lang hummed twice in grievance, finally letting go of her and getting up.
While tidying Wen Hemian's disheveled clothes, he glanced at the mess on the floor. Only after he stopped what he was doing did he instruct Laixi to come in and clean up.
He and Wen Hemian moved to a desk.
Lai Xi peeked over and, after confirming that they were both alright, breathed a sigh of relief.
Those who are close to him know that Lord Wen is skilled in martial arts. When he heard the commotion outside, he thought that Lord Wen had finally lost his temper and started fighting with His Majesty, and he was extremely worried.
Now that he's come in and seen the situation, he realizes it's not as he imagined, and he's finally relieved.
As long as they don't start fighting, that's fine.
Today is an absolutely wonderful day for Xie Lang.
Wen Hemian glanced at His Majesty the Emperor, who was already impatiently writing the imperial edict, and was somewhat speechless.
She said tactfully, "So much has happened these days, Your Majesty. You need to give the ministers some time to process things."
"Uh-huh."
Xie Lang agreed without hesitation, but his hands didn't stop moving.
As if he had recited it a thousand times in his mind, he wrote two imperial edicts without missing a single word.
One letter appointed Wen Heming as Grand Secretary, and the other clarified their relationship.
His handwriting is extremely similar to Wen Heming's, and through years of growth, he has honed his own unique style.
Just like himself, he was no longer as naive and easily bullied as he was in his youth, but had become a truly dignified, cold, and unassuming emperor.
She's really grown up; he even dares to press her down and nibble on her now.
Wen Hemian felt a mix of emotions.
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