Wen Hemian was completely unprepared to meet Xie Lang.
Moreover, this happened in public.
The shock of being caught so directly sent a chill down her spine. Wen Hemian almost lost her composure. Just as she was about to speak, she realized she was on the street with people coming and going around her.
Xie Lang is so blatant in calling out the title, isn't he afraid of scaring others?
But Wen Hemian soon noticed that the bustling crowds continued to pass by them, but no one looked in their direction. It seemed that the system was giving them preferential treatment, including Xie Lang.
Why aren't you saying anything?
His other hand touched her veil, and he stared intently into those familiar, gentle, and clear eyes. Overwhelming emotions surged within him, and his voice trembled: "Did you not expect to see me here? Or have you not yet figured out how to tell me?"
Wen Hemian hadn't expected this, nor had he thought it through.
When they parted at the city gate that year, she was prepared that she might never see Xie Lang again. Perhaps years later, she would be content to catch a glimpse of him from afar.
She hadn't expected the mission to go wrong.
Meeting in this way was something she hadn't expected either.
The boy, who was once somewhat thin, is now tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Even in simple casual clothes, he stands out in the crowd. He is of noble birth and exudes imperial majesty. At this moment, he is as cold as frost, with his lips pressed tightly together.
Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a young man. His youthful naiveté has faded, and just by standing in front of him, one can sense a sense of imposing authority that is difficult to deal with.
The feeling Wen Heming had was so different from before.
She suppressed a surge of panic and began, "I..."
However, as soon as it started, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then everything went black before his eyes, and he uncontrollably fainted.
...
Once you start to have doubts about something, you can't help but overthink it.
Xie Lang was naturally unwilling to doubt, but Wen Hemian had acted too openly in front of him. When he tried to recall, he realized that the flaws were so clear.
He could sense that when Wen Hemian first took over the affairs of the court, he was not so familiar and composed, but now he was often able to anticipate opportunities and catch his opponents off guard.
It would be one thing if it happened once, but it happened every time, as if the predictions were made by magic, which is frightening.
Xie Lang didn't dwell on these things because he believed that these external factors wouldn't affect them.
But what if this becomes Wen Hemian's way of escaping?
Xie Lang thought of the cat with the strange name, and the stray cats that had been intentionally or unintentionally getting close to Wen Hemian over the years, pondering what the connection might be.
He turned around, picked up the silly-looking cat lying on the ground, stared at it calmly for a few moments, then frowned, feeling that this cat was different from the one he had first seen.
Although I hate to admit it, I have to say that when we first met, this cat seemed much smarter.
It doesn't look like a cat anymore; it looks more like... a human.
Upon hearing this, Xie Lang felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and he wondered in a daze—how many things was Wen Hemian still hiding from him?
Is this really something that ordinary people can access?
The lights flickered, and Xie Lang put down the innocent cat, standing there watching it run away.
Since Wen Hemian left, he has been surrounded by a loneliness that he can never shake off. Sometimes, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he thinks about just letting it go, but whenever he recalls what she said to him, he finds it hard to be completely ruthless.
In the midst of prolonged entanglement and distress, Xie Lang seemed to have split himself in two. One half was immersed in endless pain and torment, sinking into darkness, while the other half was still struggling to maintain a peaceful facade, hoping for the almost impossible light to appear.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
Especially after seeing the evidence that showed Wen Heming was still alive.
He didn't think about it for long before deciding that he must find Wen Hemian. The world is so big, they would meet one day.
He harbored a somewhat ridiculous fantasy—if he really became a tyrant or a foolish ruler, would Wen Hemian come back to see him?
Once this thought took hold, it became impossible to calm down. Xie Lang had only been in the Prince's mansion for a short time when he quickly left again, leaving all the familiar servants completely baffled.
But Xie Lang did not return to the palace.
Those old-fashioned men love to write long, tedious memorials, which have piled up high on their desks. He finds them boring and gets a headache looking at them.
There's always something to do to pass the time during a long night.
He ascended the Star-Picking Tower, a building constructed by the royal family. It offered a panoramic view, a place where he could be alone undisturbed or when he wanted to drink. He would come here to see the people Wen Hemian cared about and the country he longed for.
He just didn't expect to see Wen Hemian this time.
That figure was serene and beautiful, standing alone in the crowd, like an immortal, as if she were about to drift away at any moment.
When the pain is unbearable, hallucinations are inevitable. Xie Lang could hardly imagine what he felt at that moment. He fumbled around for a while before pulling out the binoculars he was wearing—a birthday gift from Wen Heming many years ago.
Only when the person clearly appeared before him did he almost lose his composure, running down the Star-Picking Tower to chase after that distant figure that only appeared in his dreams.
Fortunately, Wen Hemian seemed to be looking at something as well, standing still without moving, and he didn't even notice her staring at him for a long time.
Xie Lang didn't know why she had to come back at this time.
Did you think he had let go, that he... had forgotten her?
Recalling the three years he was abandoned, Xie Lang couldn't calm down for a long time. It felt as if his heart had been ripped open and tightly gripped by an invisible hand, suffocating and painful. His ears were ringing, and those dark thoughts that had been suppressed for so long crawled out, wanting to step forward and pull the person tightly into his arms.
And he actually did it.
He didn't want to hear Wen Hemian's explanation anymore, and was even more eager to have this person by his side.
Those who practice martial arts are most aware of a person's weaknesses, so when Wen Hemian closed his eyes, Xie Lang's outstretched hand was already prepared to catch him.
Until he completely embraced that delicate fragrance.
Xie Lang embraced that slender waist. The body in his arms was soft, the one he had longed for for a long time. But since they were on the street, he had to suppress his thoughts for the time being and carried her into the alley.
His steps were rather hurried.
He didn't know what method Wen Hemian had used to prevent passersby from noticing their commotion, but it suited him perfectly, allowing him to take the people away openly.
The guards, trembling with fear, went to fetch the carriage, their eyes constantly glancing at the Emperor's arms. They exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why the Emperor had knocked the girl unconscious and taken her away in the street.
Two sharp-eyed people noticed that the person His Majesty was holding looked familiar, and they were startled, but dared not say anything.
Xie Lang's mind and eyes were completely focused on the person in his arms, and he had no time to care about what others were thinking. He carried the person and got into the carriage safely.
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