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

Wen Hemian felt that he was still a little hasty.

The cheats the system gave her could only work when there were many people around, specifically at least six or more. This allowed her to easily escape from the eyes of the Imperial Guards, but she couldn't sneak back to the mansion. So she could only hold it back for the time being and found an inn to stay in in the capital.

The emperor's feet are prosperous and wealthy, but also a little more restrained. Unlike in Jianghuai where the common people dared to criticize the emperor, here people dare not mention it easily, for fear that they will be caught by patrolmen one day.

The spies that Wen Hemian left in the capital would send messages to the border from time to time, but the information was delayed and she didn't dare to say it too blatantly. In most cases, she relied on her imagination.

After seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that it was completely different from what I had imagined.

From what we have learned so far, it seems that Xie Lang has not let it go yet.

Wen Hemian sighed, feeling that he was in a dilemma.

After all, almost three years have passed. Even if she comes back, with what identity can she come back?

"It's really not easy to come out and see you."

Murong Yue lifted the curtain and came in, wearing a colorful outfit. It seemed that his aesthetic taste had not improved much. It was not a hot day, but he insisted on fanning himself with a feather fan to pretend to be romantic, looking very nonchalant.

"Prince...or should I call you Miss now?"

Murong Yue teased as he stared at Wen Hemian's veiled face, his eyes revealing amazement, and he spoke without restraint: "Your Highness is really good at hiding things. I vaguely remember me saying before that you would be so pretty if you were a woman. I didn't expect that my wish would come true!"

Having said that, he also applauded himself.

Wen Hemian: “…”

Wen Hemian picked up the tea and took a sip.

If Murong Yue hadn't just been looking at her with admiration, she would have been unable to resist taking action.

This person really owes a lot.

She patiently asked, "Tell me, what's going on now?"

Murong Yue coughed twice, glanced at her gently, and said in a tactful and implicit tone: "This is not a very suitable situation for you to come back."

Wen Hemian habitually raised his hand and knocked on the table twice, his calm movements carrying a sense of authority without anger: "Explain clearly."

Murong Yue shuddered and spilled out the secrets like pouring beans: "Some secrets are strictly guarded and no one dares to speak out, but in a place like a prostitute, it is inevitable that someone will let it slip. Some poor families will cut off the male members of their family and send them to the palace. I also learned about it accidentally. Someone saw that the current emperor placed a spirit tablet in the side hall, with your name and...Xie Lang's wife written on it."

As he was talking, Murong Yue looked at Wen Hemian with a strange look in his eyes, and said with a bit of surprise: "Everyone thought that the little emperor had a deep affection for you as a teacher and student, but I didn't expect it to be this deep."

Wen Hemian once again: "..."

She was really starting to have a headache.

"But don't worry, this news is kept secret. I only got it out of him when he was drunk. Judging from the current situation in the capital, no one else should know about it."

Murong Yue waved his fan, his eyes looking a little deep.

"It's just that the control in the capital has become stricter recently. In the palace... your little emperor is not attending court, and I guess the ministers are a bit troubled."

"Don't call me that." Wen Hemian condemned her father in her heart. He had found some unreliable subordinates. She exhaled, "Any other news?"

"Hmm, let me think. There's one more!"

Murong Yue's voice suddenly rose.

"The Imperial Guards have been searching bookstores recently. They are said to be looking for a book written by a certain Master Shuangjiang. Could this be related to you?"

It’s really related.

I thought the little girl was smart, but I didn't expect that I would almost skin her alive.

Wen Hemian felt more and more that she had been rash in agreeing to the system. If she really dared to show up in front of Xie Lang, would she have a good ending?

It would be fine if she really died, but she didn't. She even did the bad act of deceiving others. Xie Lang's personality is not one that can let go. I'm afraid this grudge will be remembered for the rest of his life.

"The capital is a place of trouble."

Finally, Murong Yue came to this conclusion in a heavy tone. He looked at Wen Hemian and said seriously, "My Lord, why don't you think about it carefully and leave here first?"

It's a bit indecent.

Murong Yue said that he was a subordinate personally selected and trained by Wen Chengyuan, so he naturally sided with Wen Hemian.

He said earnestly, "Three years ago, when you left, the young emperor asked someone to question me as well. He seemed to be quite extreme. If you had lied to him, the consequences would have been more serious."

Wen Hemian came back to his senses and said slowly: "I understand what you said."

But the fact was, there was no way she could leave.

Wen Hemian couldn't treat the child he had watched grow up, even if he later became a little bastard who disrespected his teachers, and had to watch him walk towards destruction step by step.

Apart from anything else, there are so many innocent people in this world, including her parents, who have just been reunited not long ago.

Seeing that he could not persuade her, Murong Yue simply stopped talking: "Think about it carefully. Since the events of the past few days are related to you, don't wander around when you return to the inn. After all, there are still many people who recognize you."

Wen Hemian nodded: "Yes."

Murong Yue was someone who was once related to her and was in the limelight. She was afraid of being targeted if she stayed for too long, so after saying these words in a hurry, she left in a hurry.

Unable to return to the palace, Wen Hemian could only use the inn as a place to stay temporarily. After leaving the teahouse, he wandered around aimlessly.

She wasn't too worried about being exposed in a crowded place, so she went back to the inn. She was alone in the room. If she was found, she would be really doomed.

It was cold in early spring, and there was still more than an hour before curfew, so the sky was slightly dark. Therefore, the streets were still bustling. The people here were dressed more brightly, which was different from what Wen Hemian had seen at the border outside the Great Wall. She felt a little nostalgic and couldn't help but stand there and watch for a while.

The kids were making a lot of noise and one of them was about to fall accidentally. Wen Hemian helped them up. When he stood up and looked back, a smile just appeared in his eyes, but he was unexpectedly met with a pair of cold, sharp and dark eyes.

She suddenly felt a little confused.

It was unknown how long the young emperor had been standing there, or how long he had been following her. He had not returned to the capital for many years, and his vigilance had decreased, but Wen Hemian did not notice it at all.

While she was stunned, Xie Lang had already walked up to her in two steps. He seemed taller than before they parted, taller and more handsome. He had lost some of his youthfulness, and his eyes were slightly depressed, with an indescribable hostility.

He suddenly leaned closer to her, his eyes trembling and slightly red, and he lowered his voice and smiled deeply: "Master, you finally decided to come back."

The smile on Wen Hemian's face froze. Just as she was about to step back, a hand grasped her shoulder. A scorching hot temperature was transmitted. Xie Lang gritted his teeth, and another sentence seemed to fall into her ear:

"Only by becoming a tyrant can you never leave me?"