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

Wen Hemian opened his lips several times, but no curse came out.

She couldn't grasp the current situation and didn't want to cause herself trouble because of it. She was speechless for a while, and finally she regained some of her thoughts that had been led astray.

"Besides this, Your Majesty, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Wen Hemian emphasized the word "other" on purpose, making it clear that he wanted to change the current topic.

Xie Lang didn't intend to push her too hard. After all, he had already tasted the taste of loss once, and he didn't want to touch it again. He could only suppress his brows gloomily: "I brought someone to tailor clothes for you."

Wen Hemian was just about to say that he had left some clothes here before, but before he could finish his words, he realized that Xie Lang must be talking about women's clothes.

Before she left, she still presented herself as a man to the outside world.

Seeing that Wen Hemian had no intention of refutation, Xie Lang clapped his hands, and the palace servants waiting outside came in one after another.

It just so happened that Wen Hemian didn't want to talk to him for the time being, so she stood up and walked behind the screen to have someone measure her size.

One of the palace maids, who was probably younger, looked at Wen Hemian twice more out of curiosity, and almost bumped into her with her hands, which scared her.

Wen Hemian smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, just be careful."

The little palace maid quickly expressed her gratitude.

Wen Hemian lowered his gaze, as if thinking about something.

She could clearly sense that compared to before she left, Xie Lang was becoming more feared by those around him. This couldn't be said to be a bad thing, but if it continued for a long time, it would easily lead to problems.

The palace servants moved quickly and measured her while Wen Hemian was thinking. The group of people looked terrified and left in a hurry.

Xie Lang seemed to be unable to wait. As soon as Wen Hemian raised his foot, he went around behind the screen, leaving people speechless.

Wen Hemian sighed, "I can't run away, so your majesty doesn't have to keep watching me like that."

Xie Lang pursed his lips: "I just want to see you."

A night had passed since Wen Hemian returned, and Xie Lang still had a strong sense of unreality. He urgently needed to confirm that what he saw was real, and not an illusory illusion.

At that morning, he knew that he had made Wen Hemian angry, but he didn't dare to go too far. He could only listen secretly outside to feel a little more at ease.

His Majesty the Emperor had his eyebrows lowered at this moment, and his expression was gentle and innocent. It was hard to associate him with his crazy appearance in the morning. Wen Hemian felt a little soft-hearted just now, but he immediately recalled what this man had done to him and snorted lightly.

"Your Majesty has threatened me with hostages. Even if I leave, I still have to think about their safety."

Xie Lang keenly sensed the sting in her words and pursed his lips, but he was not angry: "They don't know that the Grand Tutor has returned to the capital."

Wen Hemian does things in a very comprehensive way.

At the beginning, he didn't even tell the people close to him, and many people were worried about it. Xie Lang interrogated all the people who should be interrogated, but couldn't find any clues.

Otherwise, why did Xie Lang say that she was cruel?

Wen Hemian looked at him intently: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

No one comes to see you for no reason. Xie Lang would naturally not say something useless for no reason. Since he brought it up, it means that his men should have already figured out her whereabouts in the capital in the past few days.

The preferential treatment provided by the system can only help her reduce her presence in the crowd. If someone is determined to track her down, she can still be found.

"I don't plan to tell them for now."

Xie Lang looked at her with a smile: "If they come to my house, it will be difficult for me to deal with them."

Xie Lang never underestimated the loyalty of Wen Hemian's subordinates to her. As far as he knew, many of them had not given up looking for Wen Hemian over the years.

Not to mention the guards in the palace. If they really knew the news, wouldn’t they sneak into the palace?

Wen Hemian choked for a moment, but had to admit that Xie Lang was right.

Then she realized something was wrong - wasn't she imprisoned in the palace now? Why should she put herself in other people's shoes?

After three years of separation, Xie Lang still felt the same as always about Wen Hemian's emotions. He smiled with some pleasure: "Hanshuang also thinks what I said makes sense, right?"

Xie Lang three years ago was just like he is now, with paranoia in his bones, but the difference is that now he has obviously become more mature, more slow and calm, and quietly approaches his prey.

And from the change in the way he addressed her, Wen Hemian could vaguely realize that he was intentionally severing their previous relationship.

He didn't want to continue the teacher-student relationship, but...

"What are you thinking?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the other party's forceful approach, and Wen Hemian came back to his senses abruptly: "No, nothing."

Xie Lang was a little dissatisfied with this slightly guilty look, but he really didn't want to make Wen Hemian angry, so he could only suppress it quietly and asked, "Do you want to go out and take a look?"

Wen Hemian was not the kind of person who couldn't sit still, but after being forced to stay in this palace for a whole morning, she really couldn't wait to go outside and take a look, so she nodded: "Yeah."

After I went out, I was surprised to find that the guards outside had also been withdrawn. No wonder it was so quiet.

Wen Hemian was silent for a while: "Your Majesty, are you planning to prevent outsiders from seeing me?"

Although Wen Hemian was well-read, he had lived in modern times and had seen many things. He had heard about this type of novel from his friends and felt that he was in a somewhat dangerous situation.

"What did Han Shuang say? Of course not."

Xie Lang quickly rejected her words, and then smiled and said: "It's just that I need to make some preparations."

He once wanted to keep Wen Hemian for himself, but he knew better that Wen Hemian should be like the moon hanging high in the sky, and he couldn't force it too much, otherwise it would only backfire.

Those who have lost once cannot withstand losing a second time.

Wen Hemian shut up in time, followed the guidance of his heart, and did not ask him what preparations he needed to make.

Sure enough, after a moment, I saw a look of loss on the other person's face.

Wen Hemian: “…”

She didn't continue talking, but instead admired the scenery outside.

There is no big change, except that more flowers and plants are planted in the Imperial Garden. It is chilly in early spring, and the flower buds are trembling in the wind. One can imagine how lively this place will be in summer.

Wen Hemian glanced around and her eyes fixed on a certain brick. The color there was darker, and it didn't look like soil, but more like dried blood. Her expression sank a little, and in an instant, Xie Lang covered her eyes and turned her head away with his hands, reacting quickly.

"It's dirty there, Han Shuang should not look at it."

Xie Lang's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to make a note in his mind about the palace maid who was cleaning, Wen Hemian slapped his hand mercilessly.

With a "pop" sound, he was stunned, and Wen Hemian also paused.

Wen Hemian came back to his senses first and coughed, "You've already done it, are you afraid that I'll see it? Your Majesty has blood on his hands, and so do I. As long as you don't kill innocent people, I won't say anything."