It's impossible to have a late-night conversation by candlelight.
Xie Lang was just saying it; he kept Wen Hemian for a while, then let her rest.
Due to her inconvenient status, Wen Hemian rarely stayed overnight in the palace, but the side hall was always empty, and Xie Lang often had it cleaned to ensure that it was spotless every time she stayed overnight.
Although he was a bit clingy and difficult, it must be said that the young emperor was quite respectful of his teachers and elders. Whenever he had something good, he would immediately hand it to Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian drank quite a bit at the palace banquet. She had a high alcohol tolerance, and when the night was quiet, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander and think about many things.
She hadn't decided whether to reveal her identity, but the thought of leaving filled her with a deep sense of reluctance. She had a lot of random thoughts, but in the end, she couldn't come to a conclusion.
Gazing at the crescent moon outside the window, she raised her hand and touched her chest, sighing softly, "Well, let's just take it one step at a time."
There's always a way out.
...
Not far apart, some people were pondering the unbearable pain, while others were tossing and turning in bed.
Whether it was from drinking too much or from the influence of his mixed thoughts, Xie Lang felt unbearably hot all over, yet he was trapped in a chaotic dream, unable to break free.
Various scenes flashed by like a whirlwind, and finally Xie Lang's gaze settled on the thin, bright yellow curtains. A section of a white wrist slipped out from under the curtains. Xie Lang felt as if he were floating, and in a flash, he saw an even more impactful scene.
His neck was gently hooked, and the person whispered in his ear, "Ah Lang..."
It was a chaotic and humid dream.
Xie Lang suddenly woke up from his dream with a loud commotion, which startled Lai Xi, who was on night watch. Lai Xi quickly asked from behind the screen, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to come in and attend to you?"
"No!" Xie Lang shouted instinctively, his chest heaving as he took a couple of heavy breaths. Realizing he was being a bit too unsettled, he ordered in a hoarse voice, "Go and fetch water, but be quiet, don't disturb the Grand Tutor."
Lai Xi replied tremblingly, "Yes."
In early April, the nights were still a bit chilly, but Xie Lang felt hot all over. Sensing something was wrong with him, he pursed his lips, feeling even more embarrassed.
He got up, walked to the table, and poured himself a pot of cold water, which barely managed to calm his agitation.
The palace maid had taught him about these things before, but Xie Lang listened with one ear and let it go the other. He wasn't particularly lustful and had never had such thoughts before, but unexpectedly, they suddenly erupted now, catching him off guard.
The face of the person in his dream was blurry. He was unwilling to admit it, but he had to admit that the figure was somewhat similar to...
Xie Lang's mind was buzzing, as if it were about to explode, and he quickly suppressed his rebellious thoughts.
Fortunately, Lai Xi finally called Shui back, breaking the deathly silence in the hall: "Your Majesty?"
Xie Lang said coldly, "Let them in, then get out."
Xie Lang is used to doing things personally, and this time is no exception.
Lai Xi knew the reason, so he didn't do or ask any questions. After having the water brought in, he and his men all bowed their heads and left.
Throughout the entire process, I dared not even glance at His Majesty the Emperor, who sat on the edge of the bed like an ice sculpture.
...
On the emperor's birthday, all officials are entitled to a three-day holiday.
Wen Hemian slept late and woke up late. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky, and no one came to urge her.
This is one of the reasons why she felt safe staying overnight in the palace, without worrying about someone accidentally discovering her secret.
As soon as Wen Hemian stepped out, he encountered an emperor with dark circles under his eyes.
She paused slightly: "Didn't Your Majesty sleep well last night?"
Meeting Wen Hemian's gaze, Xie Lang unusually avoided it for a moment, appearing somewhat unsure: "Hmm."
After washing up, Xie Lang couldn't fall asleep again. Since he grew up, he had been able to sleep peacefully, but now it was as if he had suddenly returned to his previous state, and he stayed up until dawn.
He went to the martial arts arena early in the morning to vent his anger, but all his efforts suddenly crumbled the moment he saw Wen Hemian.
Xie Lang felt extremely ashamed. How could he have such a dream based on some dubious associations?
Given Xie Lang's usual personality, Wen Hemian felt that this was very abnormal. Just as she was about to continue asking, she suddenly remembered something and tentatively asked, "Was it something that happened in the middle of last night?"
"!"
Xie Lang was furious when his carefully concealed secret was exposed. His pupils dilated slightly and his brows furrowed: "Did Lai Xi wake up the Grand Tutor?"
That damn Lai Xi, how can he not even handle something this simple?!
"no."
Seeing the surprise and hostility in the boy's eyes, Wen Hemian had no choice but to explain, "I wasn't asleep at the time. I heard some noise outside and just asked casually."
Lai Xi was flustered and nervous about being caught, so she blurted out a few words, but Wen Hemian was not ignorant and still guessed the truth from these clues.
She didn't want to bring it up, but the boy looked extremely frightened and seemed to need some psychological counseling.
"Your Majesty, please do not blame Lai Xi. Besides, this is a normal physiological reaction, and Your Majesty need not be distressed by it."
Wen Hemian considers herself Xie Lang's teacher. These are the kinds of things that would normally be taught in modern times. Since Xie Lang has no family to teach him, she will take on this responsibility.
However, while she remained composed, Xie Lang was far from calm. After hearing her words, he coughed twice, his dark eyes looking at her with a pleading gaze: "Grand Tutor, could you please stop talking?"
Wen Hemian: "..."
She choked for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh at the child's shy and withdrawn expression: "...Ahem, okay, okay."
If we don't bring this up, we can still be friendly teachers and students.
Xie Lang breathed a sigh of relief and resolutely stopped talking about the topic. Fortunately, no one was around, and he managed to save face.
He began asking about the matters they hadn't finished discussing the previous night: "Which armies does the Grand Tutor intend to use the telescope in?"
"Once they're finished, send a batch to the border, and the rest to Fei Hong Camp."
Wen Hemian had already planned ahead. The most important task at present was to ensure that his core personnel were fully equipped. As for widespread use, that could be addressed after the world was unified and at peace.
The favoritism is blatant and overt.
Xie Lang smiled and said, "I knew it. The Grand Tutor is the best."
Wen Hemian felt that Xie Lang's words were not biased; she was indeed very good to Xie Lang.
Upon entering the world of the book, besides the Prince of Huailing and his wife who were far away on the border, the person she cared about most was Xie Lang. For the former, there were complex emotions such as guilt mixed in, while for the latter, it was a pure love and pity.
"If you know I'm good, then be a wise and benevolent ruler."
Wen Hemian had repeated these words countless times.
She smiled, casually brushing her wind-blown hair back behind her, her sleeves slipping down to reveal her fair, jade-like wrists, which were eye-catching.
Xie Lang's gaze followed her movements almost uncontrollably, finally settling on that wrist, his heart pounding like a drum.
Exactly the same as in my dream.
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