After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

The first year since the Imperial Master left.

His Majesty is a little gloomy, but he still attends court properly and handles state affairs very well, with the methods of an iron-blooded emperor.

The ministers all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a good thing that His Majesty did not become depressed because of this. In this way, the prosperity of Da Zhao in the future would be just around the corner.

Since the last emperor, everyone thought that Da Zhao would come to an end, but unexpectedly there would be a sudden turn of events, which is really surprising.

The second year after the Imperial Master left.

There are often imperial physicians visiting your Majesty's palace, saying that your Majesty seems to be dreaming frequently recently, often being possessed by nightmares, and is not in a very good mental state.

There was even a certain day when the ministers suddenly saw the emperor coming to court with red eyes, and later they suddenly remembered that that day was the imperial teacher's birthday.

Everyone now knew that His Majesty had only hidden well, but had not given up his concern for the Imperial Teacher.

Such a bright and cheerful person.

Who could easily forget it?

Everyone understands.

Now, it is the third year since the Imperial Teacher left.

I don't know why, but three months ago, His Majesty's temperament suddenly changed a lot. Not only did he beat to death a group of palace maids, but what's even worse is that he even stopped attending court!

The ministers looked at each other in grief.

I can't figure out what happened.

However, the palace was airtight and none of the ministers could find out any news.

After Xie Lang's rectification, the censors have become much more honest in recent years and finally stopped making remonstrations for no reason. However, faced with this situation, the censors had no choice but to make remonstrations.

I cannot even imagine what would happen if the current emperor really became a tyrant.

After getting used to a stable life, no one wants to go back to the days when they lived in fear.

However, the efforts of the censors were mostly in vain. Xie Lang never even opened the memorials they submitted and took a look at them. It was easy to imagine what was written in them. There was nothing new.

The story begins with an accident three months ago.

It seemed that a certain minister accidentally slipped a child's enlightenment book into the memorial. It was such a small book, but it sneaked in like that.

It was a harmless little accident, and Xie Lang usually didn't care about it, nor did he bother to worry about it. But by chance, he accidentally opened the enlightenment book and saw familiar handwriting on it -

He would never mistake this for Wen Hemian's handwriting.

Wen Hemian can write in several fonts, but he has one little habit that almost never changes: when he writes about where he starts thinking, he always likes to put a small dot at the end of a sentence.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Xie Lang's mind. He asked someone to find out that the book came from a bookstore at the border. Thinking of the Huai Ling King and his wife who were not at all concerned about the news of their daughter's death, he personally sent someone to go to the border quietly.

As expected, no one was found.

Even the legendary adopted daughter that the couple had adopted at some point in time was not seen.

After Feifeng brought people back to report, Xie Lang was almost laughing out of anger.

He had not been so sure at first, but this made him even more sure.

Wen Hemian had been through all kinds of storms, and when he calmed down and thought back, the incident three years ago was full of loopholes, but it was well concealed and he was numb to it, so he naturally overlooked them.

Since everything is fine, why don't you come back to see him?

After nearly three years of dead silence, Xie Lang suddenly heard the news. It seemed as if something was blocking his throat and he couldn't speak. He felt heavy in his heart, and a stinging pain that made it difficult to breathe penetrated into his brain bit by bit.

He lowered his eyes and wondered, had he been abandoned?

Is it because of those thoughts?

Xie Lang stared at the book in his hand in a daze.

Wen Hemian was a thorough person and had probably already thought of a way out. This way, this book must have been spread to the capital by accident. Some of the stories in it were the ones she had told him before.

Xie Lang couldn't help but feel sad, wondering how long it would take him to discover it if there hadn't been such a dramatic accident?

As if sensing the condensation in the hall, Huo Ping hesitated for a moment when he stepped in, and then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

"Your Majesty, I have found out."

Huo Ping thought that he was becoming more and more versatile as the commander of the Imperial Guards, and he continued to report with a meticulous face: "This Frost Lady started writing books more than two years ago. According to the bookstore owner, she doesn't seem to be very eager to make money, she just does it for fun, but she is quite knowledgeable, and I guess she comes from a wealthy family."

Frost, containing frost.

Of course, a normal person would not connect these two names together, but as there are so many clues, it is inevitable to think too much.

Xie Lang's fingertips trembled, and he couldn't quite tell why he was trembling. He calmly gave the order, "Continue to track down. If you find any traces, follow them first. Don't alert the enemy."

At this point, the only thing I can't figure out is one thing -

Wen Hemian fell off the cliff in front of him. The cliff was so steep that it was a miracle for her to survive. If the adopted daughter of Prince Huailing and his wife was really her, how did she reach the border in just a few days?

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

The emperor frowned and raised his hand to support his forehead. The blue veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly, and a thin layer of sweat oozed out due to the pain.

Lai Xi was watching with fear from the side. When he saw Huo Ping leaving, he hurried forward with the medicine. It was a big black bowl that looked bitter.

"Your Majesty, medicine."

The emperor, who originally still had some youthful temperament, completely lost that gentle shell after Lord Wen left. Not to mention the ministers, even the people who served him day by day were not used to it.

As Lai Xi was the number one person in front of the emperor, he had no choice but to go ahead.

Xie Lang took the black medicine and drank it in one gulp. His brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't suppress the bitter taste in his mouth.

Before Lai Xi could pick up the candied fruit, he felt a gust of wind passing by him, accompanied by a cold voice: "Go to the palace."

The palace is now ownerless and has become much more desolate, but Xie Lang often comes here, and it has almost become the second emperor's bedroom. The people in the palace are used to it and can't say anything about it.

Qingyun felt a little angry at first, but after seeing the emperor's gloomy look for more than two years, he was speechless now.

Even though His Majesty has the wrong intentions towards the young lady, he is still thinking about her. I just don't know how long this will last?

To be honest, Qingyun did not believe the emperor's sincerity.

Xie Lang never cared what the people in the palace thought. He was used to seeing every tree and blade of grass here. He went to the study as usual, but before he even stepped into the door, he bumped into a white thing.

He lowered his eyes and saw that it was a white cat. He had a vague impression that it was picked up by the Grand Tutor on the road and later brought back to be raised. The servants were probably very attentive to the cat and it was raised to be fat and strong.

Perhaps his gaze was too intimidating, the cat vaguely sensed the danger, and quickly slid down, purring and meowing in a coquettish voice.

Xie Lang didn't feel anything about this.

Ignoring the cat, the moment I stepped over the threshold, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind.

Was this cat so stupid before?