If the system were present at this moment, it would definitely nod and say yes without hesitation.
Unfortunately, the system is timid and cowardly. Since Wen Hemian returned to the capital, it has not shown its face again. Is it really not afraid that she will fail her mission?
Wen Hemian shook his head, deeply condemning the system's irresponsible behavior.
Furthermore, consider her level of indulgence towards Xie Lang. After all the messy things she's done, what's the point of holding a grudge now?
But these were scenarios she had envisioned before she returned.
Oh well, Xie Lang is different from others anyway.
After Xie Lang finished washing up, he saw Wen Hemian sitting and thinking about something. He tiptoed up behind her without disturbing her.
Wen Heming sensed something and turned his head: "Your Majesty, are you trying to scare me?"
"No." Xie Lang shook his head, a glint of light suddenly flashing in his eyes.
Just as Wen Hemian was pondering what wicked idea he was up to, she was suddenly lifted up. The feeling of being suspended in the air made her heart race, and she instinctively grabbed Xie Lang's shirt.
"Next time you hug someone, could you please tell me in advance?"
Wen Hemian was still shaken and her mind was a little fuzzy.
Xie Lang resolutely refused: "No way, I told you, Han Shuang would never let me hug her."
As he spoke, he gently weighed the object in his hand and frowned, "Why is it still so light?"
Like a feather, it seemed as if it would fly away at any moment if we weren't careful, just like three years ago on the cliff edge... Xie Lang's expression turned slightly cold as he tried hard to keep the person in his arms from noticing anything amiss.
Wen Hemian was too weak to argue with him until she was put on the bed and wrapped in his arms.
She sighed; it was indeed a habit that had become second nature.
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The loquat tree in the courtyard was tall and bore a lot of fruit, each one bright yellow and sweet. Before returning to the palace, Wen Hemian specially picked a lot of them, and after eating some himself, he distributed the rest to the palace servants.
The whole palace was filled with joy. Lai Xi held the loquat in her hands, feeling deeply moved, thinking that the good old days were finally coming back.
It's still better to have Lord Wen around.
Wen Hemian felt that she was not doing well.
Looking at the tasks that had been assigned to her, she sighed deeply. After three years of leisurely living, she could no longer escape the life of a corporate slave.
Returning to the court was not just a matter of words; she held an important position and had a lot of affairs to handle in addition to regular meetings. The sudden change was quite disorienting.
Having made the promise himself, Wen Hemian rubbed his temples, picked up his pen, and got into the zone. It took him the whole morning to finally finish processing the paperwork.
Looking back at the mountain of memorials on Xie Lang's desk, I immediately felt a little better.
While rubbing her wrist, Wen Hemian asked, "When will the princes leave the capital? Have any of them been persuaded?"
"Hmm," Xie Lang said. "I have several memorials they submitted here. Some have relented, and Ye Qing is still trying to persuade the rest. I reckon they'll leave after the Dragon Boat Festival."
"Dragon Boat Festival...it's almost Dragon Boat Festival." Wen Hemian was in a daze for a moment. "Time flies so fast."
She returned at the end of winter, and now it's almost summer.
"With Ye Zhaoxuan here, there's no problem. How are the spies you sent out to gather intelligence on the north doing?"
"The news came back that Prince Jia had indeed raised a lot of private soldiers in his fiefdom. The disaster relief grain sent by the court was intercepted by them, and they distributed it to the people in half in their own name, which was really excessive."
A murderous intent flashed in Xie Lang's eyes.
"It seems they're not a good person. We should prepare early and eradicate them as soon as possible, otherwise it will damage the reputation of the court in the long run."
The common people have no say in the power struggles among the royal family and nobility; they only care about whether they can eat their fill and stay warm. They don't care who sits on the dragon throne. Prince Jia is now building momentum for himself, and his wolfish ambitions are obvious.
“The North… If I remember correctly, his fiefdom should have a piece bordering the barbarians. Better safe than sorry, we should be on guard.”
Having said that, Wen Hemian had already made up her mind to write a letter to her parents.
Firstly, it was to explain her and Xie Lang's current situation, and secondly, it was to warn them to be on guard against being attacked from both sides. Human nature is something that no one can truly understand.
"I have already dispatched Feifeng."
Xie Lang had been emperor for many years, and he understood the importance of planning ahead.
Wen Hemian nodded, understanding that he knew what was going on, and said no more.
The princes who remained in the capital were visited one by one, feeling uneasy and somewhat apprehensive. They knew the emperor's intentions, but they had no reason to give up what they had already obtained. They couldn't imagine what methods Xie Lang would use to deal with them.
Seeing their cowardly appearance, Xie Yong sneered inwardly: "Do these fools really think the young emperor will let them off?"
His subordinates dared not respond.
Xie Yong gazed at the portrait of the beauty in his hand, his thoughts wandering. He recalled the gentle and refined Grand Tutor, whose appearance and figure were truly top-notch, making one's heart flutter just thinking about her, and one wishing to present her with all the best things in the world.
No wonder the young emperor imprisoned her in the palace; he's truly blessed with good fortune.
They said they were letting her return to the court, but they still didn't let her move back to her own residence.
Xie Yong's only regret was that he was born too late; otherwise, it's uncertain whether Emperor Shun would have been sitting on the throne back then.
Xie Yong chuckled: "How did it go with my plan to send a message to the Prince of Huailing?"
Whether Wen Hemian's attempts to sow discord will work or not, then let's try to sow discord with her parents as well. Those two dote on their daughter, so I don't believe they won't have any complaints about the young emperor.
Once a rift develops, it becomes much easier to take action.
The subordinate nodded repeatedly: "Your Highness, rest assured, it has been secretly taken care of. It is said that the person is on his way back now."
"Very good." Xie Yong gave a twisted smile, casually tossing the portrait of the beauty on the ground, finding it rather dull.
One day, he also wanted to bring such a beauty to his side and to ravish her.
...
Before going to sleep, Wen Hemian sneezed three times in a row.
Her intuition told her that she must have been targeted by a villain.
However, Xie Lang was on high alert and quickly wrapped a blanket around her.
"Have you caught a cold? I'll go and summon the imperial physician..."
"Need not!"
Wen Hemian quickly grabbed his sleeve, saying helplessly, "I didn't catch a cold, but I guess someone is talking badly about me."
Xie Lang suspiciously reached out and touched her forehead, scrutinizing her carefully for a long time. Only after confirming that she was telling the truth did he finally relax and say, "Okay."
Wen Hemian quickly took the opportunity to pull off the blanket wrapped around her. The weather was getting warmer, and she hardly needed to cover herself with a blanket at night. There was also a clingy big dog that kept coming close to her, and no amount of talking to it worked. It was really annoying.
"Go to bed early and get up early." Wen Hemian pulled the blanket over his face as if seeking revenge, her voice calm. "We still have to go outside the palace tomorrow."
Xie Lang chuckled softly, "Alright."
I fell asleep contentedly, holding someone in my arms.
Whether it was because of the sweltering heat of the day or something else, neither of them slept very soundly. As they slept, Wen Hemian vaguely noticed that the breathing of the person behind her had become heavier.
She groggily opened her eyes, and just as she was about to turn around to ask Xie Lang what he was doing, her shoulder was suddenly grabbed.
Hot breath fell on his ear, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Don't move!"
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