Where Wen Heming couldn't see, Xie Lang let the emotions in his eyes fester, like a wolf that had been waiting for a long time, finally unable to restrain its claws, staring intently at its prey.
The cat, disguised as a system, sat on the table, rummaging through nuts while constantly observing the two people.
The more I looked, the colder I felt, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
It's definitely not its imagination; the young emperor is probably plotting something!
But after looking at its task panel, the system's little brain was filled with great confusion—but the task progress was fine.
After some hesitation about whether to tell Wen Heming or not, the system decided to observe further.
It can't interfere too much with the world's progress. As long as the mission goes smoothly, the process in between is not a concern. If something goes wrong, it can only wish Wen Heming good luck.
The kitten's confusion couldn't reach the two humans. Wen He took a long time to recover and gradually overcame the nausea.
Only after the crowd dispersed did she finally let go of the railing, only to realize belatedly that her palms were covered in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.
People need to be mentally prepared to overcome certain things.
While Wen Hemian was stunned, Xie Lang pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, took her hands without saying a word, and wiped away the sweat from her hands with great patience and care.
The young man said with a serious face, "Now that you've seen it all, Grand Tutor, go back and get some rest for the night. We'll set off for the capital tomorrow."
Delay may lead to unforeseen changes.
They had stayed in Mingzhou for too long, and Ning Hechu must have already sensed something was wrong. Even if he didn't expect to bring him down this time, he should at least severely dampen his arrogance.
Wen Hemian nodded: "Okay."
She felt that she had a pretty good mental fortitude; after the initial feeling of disgust passed, she now felt that there was nothing she couldn't accept.
What's this called? What you can't defeat her will only make her stronger.
Once she calmed down, the strange feeling that had been ignored came back to her. Wen Hemian glanced at the little emperor who was following closely behind her. Was it her imagination?
Why did I feel like I was being watched for a moment just now?
The martial arts skills of the bodyguards accompanying them were beyond doubt, and even the bodyguards themselves were skilled in martial arts. Under such circumstances, the strong sense of being spied on could only come from those around them.
But that was Xie Lang.
He was the little emperor she watched grow up.
Is it possible?
Wen Hemian's heart sank silently.
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In the evening, after washing up, Wen Hemian picked up the cat and asked, "Do you want to come back with us?"
The system flicked its tail: "Let's go together. I didn't expect you guys to move so quickly; I haven't been of much use."
With such a worry-free host, the system is quite protective of him. Worried that the protection might temporarily fail, it even keeps a close eye on him, since it can only conceal him from the outside world and cannot alter a person's physical structure.
"You can't say that, you're quite useful."
"If it weren't for this cat, they would have no reason to cause trouble," Wen Hemian thought optimistically.
She casually asked, "How's the mission going?"
As the child grows up, so do his secrets. He is the emperor, and Wen Hemian cannot inquire about everything. What if something changes in a corner she is not paying attention to?
Ask the system for advice, it's safer to be cautious.
"That's good. Keep it up! Once we've dealt with Ning Hechu, I can take you away!"
The system is happy.
Upon hearing this, Wen Hemian hesitated for a moment: "But, I don't really want to leave."
Or rather, they didn't want to leave so suddenly.
She also promised Xie Lang many things. If she can't keep them, the little brat will be angry, right?
At the very least, you should reveal your identity and explain things clearly.
"?" The system's tail curled up. "What does that mean?"
"Never mind, let me think about it some more."
Wen Heming did not rush to answer the system's question, but gave an ambiguous answer.
The system was very generous: "It's okay, there's still plenty of time. Take your time thinking about it, no rush."
Wen Hemian smiled: "Okay, thank you, system."
"Grand Tutor, who are you talking to?"
They were engrossed in their conversation when Xie Lang's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. Wen Hemian's hand trembled, and she quickly put the cat down, replying, "No, Your Majesty must have misheard."
Outside the door, Xie Lang lowered his eyes slightly, his deep gaze shifting as if lost in thought. He asked softly, "May I come in?"
A moment later, the back door was opened, and Wen Hemian, dressed in a plain white nightgown, with her still-damp hair draped over her shoulders after washing up, slowly said, "Come in."
Perhaps out of habit, and with the system by her side, Wen Hemian wasn't worried about being exposed. She let Xie Lang into her room late at night without any suspicion.
The system huddled nervously at the head of the bed.
Xie Lang noticed the annoying white cat, and the smile in his eyes faltered for a moment.
If only he could be by the Grand Tutor's side at all times.
"Why aren't you resting so late at night? You can't possibly be here to talk to me, can you? Your Majesty, please speak."
Wen Hemian perfectly grasped the essence of how to shift the blame.
Xie Lang glanced around with some unease: "I just heard some commotion from the Grand Tutor's side, and I was worried, so I came to check."
Wen Hemian remained expressionless: "It's probably just me talking to the cat."
She didn't lie to Xie Lang about this.
Xie Lang remained noncommittal. His gaze lingered on the towel beside him for a few moments before he strode over, picked it up, and walked behind Wen Heming without a word.
Caught off guard, Wen Hemian had a towel draped over his head and face. Instantly, he heard the boy's slightly reproachful voice: "Grand Tutor, you can't just leave your hair undried because it's hot. What if you get sick?"
Wen Hemian rummaged around for a bit before finally managing to pull the towel away from in front of her. She never expected to be lectured by the little brat one day. Frustrated, she said, "I told you I'm not that fragile, I won't get sick."
Xie Lang said without room for argument, "That won't do either."
Although his initial actions were a bit rough, Xie Lang was actually very careful. He dried Wen Hemian's hair little by little, and Wen Hemian didn't say anything more. The atmosphere between the two was quiet.
Xie Lang's eyes were dark. Before the end, he couldn't help but lift a strand of hair and smell it. The faint fragrance was Wen Hemian's scent.
"Is it not ready yet?"
Sitting here and being served by His Majesty the Emperor, Wen Hemian found it hard to feel at ease. At first, she thought she shouldn't disappoint the child's good intentions, but wasn't this taking a little too long?
Wen Hemian was unusually restless. In the instant she turned around, that strand of hair slipped through Xie Lang's palm like a slippery fish.
He suddenly felt a little lost.
Meeting Wen Heming's questioning gaze, Xie Lang's throat went a little dry: "That's about it."
Wen Hemian touched his hair: "Let's stop here, Your Majesty. Please get some rest."
The boy smiled sweetly, concealing the strangeness in his expression: "Yes, Grand Tutor too."
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