After saying this, Xie Lang got up and left.
Wen Hemian glanced at the messy bed, closed her eyes wearily, and wiped her lips with her hand, feeling that there was still some warmth that shouldn't have remained.
The chains rattled as she moved, and she guessed they were made of gold; Wen Heming could break them with a little effort.
But after hesitating for a long time, she still did not choose to do so.
Who knows what kind of trouble this little madman will cause after we do it?
She believed Xie Lang was just saying things in anger. The threat might be real, but he would never lay a hand on innocent people. Now, she was more worried about herself.
Wen Hemian pursed her lips, regretting that she should have listened to Murong Yue and not gone out to wander around.
Just then, I heard a familiar voice.
"Lord Wen, would you like to have lunch now?"
Xie Lang seemed to be in a hurry, but he didn't forget to lower the curtain. Wen Hemian was startled by the sound, but quickly realized that it was Lai Xi.
They could vaguely see the other person bowing and waiting, not daring to look in their direction at all.
Not long after news of her accident broke, Xie Lang began to reveal her identity. Wen Hemian had nothing to hide, so she sighed and said, "Please make the preparations, Father-in-law."
After all that fuss and failing to have a proper conversation, she realized she was genuinely a little hungry.
It was already noon the next day, and that little brat really went all out when he attacked.
Wen Hemian was still angry, but she couldn't let her anger cause her to starve herself, otherwise she wouldn't have the strength to resist.
Outside, Lai Xi heard that somewhat familiar voice, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, still trembled twice.
Last night, I was already feeling uneasy when I saw His Majesty carrying someone back, but when I was told that it was Lord Wen who fell off the cliff three years ago, I couldn't sleep all night.
He survived, but didn't return to the capital. Did he lose his memory, or is there some other possibility?
Seeing His Majesty's furious expression, Lai Xi subconsciously felt that it was the latter.
If that's really the case, Lord Wen... sigh.
Lai Xi, with a worried expression, went to instruct people to serve the dishes.
Wen Hemian tidied her clothes, washed up briefly, and then sat by the window to look at the scenery outside.
The plants in the palace are frequently changed, especially near the emperor's sleeping quarters. However, when Wen Hemian looked out the window, she was surprised to find that nothing had changed at all.
Lai Xi personally brought in the dishes. When he looked down, he noticed the chain on Lord Wen's wrist, and his expression changed slightly. He put down the dishes, his mood unusually indignant: "Lord Wen, His Majesty... this, alas, how could His Majesty treat you like this?"
The voice was very soft, but Wen Hemian heard it clearly. She took a sip of soup and said calmly, "Don't say that, or he might overhear you."
No matter how much they argued, they couldn't involve others. Xie Lang's final threat did ignite her anger, but thankfully she knew how to calm herself down. Now that no one was around, she couldn't be bothered to stay angry.
"Could you tell me what the situation is like in the palace?"
Wen Hemian understood Xie Lang.
The reason he kept Laixi by her side was because he wasn't afraid of her finding out, or to put it another way, he was hoping she would find out.
Wen Hemian understood the principle, and the shrewd Lai Xi also understood it. He didn't dare to look too much and quickly picked out what he could say to say.
"The palace remains the same as before you left. His Majesty dislikes being served, as you know... Three years ago, when dealing with the powerful clans, His Majesty was frequently targeted for assassination. A foolish assassin wreaked havoc in a side hall, and His Majesty was furious. That person also died a gruesome death... For the past three years, His Majesty has always been melancholy whenever he thinks of you..."
Lai Xi no longer wanted to delve into the relationship between His Majesty and Lord Wen. He was only talking about what he had seen. After all, His Majesty's appearance over the past three years was heartbreaking.
Wen Hemian listened in silence for a while, then interrupted him: "Tell me something else, like what happened to the palace servant who was beaten to death a few days ago?"
Wen Hemian only knew that Xie Lang had been ruthless in dealing with the culprits back then. She only found out after arriving in the capital that his nature had changed a lot, to the point that some people were even secretly calling him a tyrant. She couldn't find out any more details.
"This..." Lai Xi stammered, and after a long while, he couldn't withstand the pressure and said, "Those palace servants were bribed, uh, to send people to His Majesty's bed."
Even though everything was explained so clearly, some people still wouldn't give up, clearly courting death.
Lai Xi glanced at Wen Hemian again, momentarily dazed.
Three years have passed, and time seems to have left no trace on Lady Wen, as if she had never left at all. It's amazing.
This is ancient times, and bribing someone close to the emperor is a serious crime. Wen Hemian couldn't bring herself to express sympathy, so she simply changed the subject: "Alright, what about the memorial tablet?"
"Whhh...what?"
Lai Xi stammered and shut up, not daring to say anything more.
Wen Heming understood; this was something that couldn't be said.
She calmed down and ate her lunch peacefully.
The chain on her hand was in the way, and without her permission, no one else dared to enter the hall. Xie Lang had spoken in the morning and left, and was nowhere to be seen now.
Just as Wen Hemian was struggling with the decision to break the chains and go find the person, Xie Lang finally returned.
I don't know what he did this morning, but now he has changed his clothes and looks very calm, completely different from how he was behaving crazy when he caught her this morning.
Having gone through such an experience, Wen Hemian could no longer look at him with the same eyes as before; everything about him felt awkward.
Wen Hemian asked, "Your Majesty, how long do you intend to keep me locked up here?"
Xie Lang naturally walked over and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his and chuckling, "I didn't plan to lock it up for long anyway."
As he spoke, he took out a key and unlocked the chains on Wen Hemian's hands, but he did not loosen his grip on her hand at all, his eyes blazing: "But Grand Tutor, don't even think about leaving the palace."
Having been lost and found, Xie Lang barely slept a wink last night. He felt so insecure that he thought of locking her up. Confining her in the palace was one thing, but confining her in a small palace was too humiliating. He didn't want outsiders to look down on Wen Hemian.
If you have any insults, just direct them at him.
Wen Heming's brow twitched, and she pulled her hand away. She moved to the side as if facing a formidable enemy: "What else do you want to do?"
When Wen Hemian interacted with him as his teacher, she was mostly calm and composed. Later, her behavior changed, and even without confronting her, they could barely maintain a semblance of peace. Xie Lang thought with some pleasure that this was probably the first time he had ever seen her so lively.
Having just gotten a taste of success this morning, they're barely making things difficult for me now.
It's such a small place, getting close is a piece of cake. He gazed intently at Wen Hemian and laughed lightly: "Grand Tutor is much older than me, I thought you should know that."
It has a hidden meaning.
Wen Heming's fingertips trembled; she really wanted to curse.
Who taught you all this?
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