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

The reason why he said it was familiar was because Wen Hemian had smelled this scent on Xie Lang.

As for the scene at that time, Wen Hemian gritted his teeth and decided not to say anything.

The thought went through his mind, which actually only took a few seconds. Wen Hemian covered his eyes and walked into the imperial study without changing his expression.

After entering the imperial study, the strange fragrance became stronger. Wen Hemian, who was wearing a veil, choked and coughed. Xie Lang, who was sitting behind the desk, heard the noise, hurried forward, brought a cup of tea and put out the incense burning in the stove.

He frowned, and seemed a little panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down: "Are you okay?"

Wen Hemian had to ask now, "What kind of incense do you use in your imperial study? Why don't you use the same incense as before?"

Xie Lang was silent for a moment, and said vaguely: "I don't like it anymore, change to another one."

It was a bit abnormal to change it to this kind of thing. Wen Hemian secretly took note of it in his mind, and realizing that he was unwilling to say it, he did not ask any more questions.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xie Lang pushed her to sit on the chair, just like he had done many times before.

There was originally only one chair in the imperial study. Later, for convenience, Xie Lang added an extra chair for Wen Hemian. Except for her, all other ministers did not receive such special treatment.

I didn't expect it was still preserved.

The words Wen Hemian had prepared were stuck in her heart. She slowly raised her eyes and asked, "Did someone in the court make His Majesty angry?"

Xie Lang looked strange: "Did Lai Xi say that?"

Wen Hemian: "I asked."

As the emperor's close attendant, Lai Xi should not have disclosed the emperor's news. He was willing to speak out because Wen Hemian was special, but he had to take the responsibility on himself, otherwise if Xie Lang blamed him, she would feel uneasy.

"Ah."

As expected, Xie Lang didn't say anything. He changed his tone and said, "I said I don't want anyone else. If the Grand Tutor is trying to persuade me to open a harem like the court officials did, then there's no need to say anything. I won't listen."

Xie Lang lowered his eyes, trying to hide the loneliness and gloom in his eyes. He knew that Wen Hemian had no feelings for him now, so the rejection was expected. She might think of other ways to make him give up the idea.

Full of bitterness, with nowhere to vent.

Wen Hemian was startled: "...I didn't."

No matter how much older he gets, Xie Lang is still similar to the child who threw himself into her arms and acted like a spoiled child. He always likes to swallow his bitterness, and Wen Hemian will unconsciously care about him.

She said softly, "I just wanted to ask why Your Majesty didn't attend the court before. I didn't want to interfere in the affairs of the harem, and I don't want to interfere in the affairs of the harem now."

When Xie Lang heard what she said, a smile flashed in his eyes. Like a big dog, he instantly stood up his drooping ears, his eyes sparkling: "You can interfere, you can interfere with the harem as you like."

As long as he was not on the same side as those old-fashioned ministers, Xie Lang would be happy.

He did not answer Wen Hemian's previous question. After saying this almost ambiguous sentence, he asked: "Then Taifu, can you answer me first, is it because I didn't go to court that I came back?"

Wen Hemian checked the time with the system. When the system received the notification, it basically coincided with this point. She hesitated for a moment, but still said frankly: "...Maybe."

Xie Lang asked, "Is it because you are worried that I will neglect government affairs and fail to be a wise ruler?"

His gaze was so scorching that Wen Hemian felt as if he was burned. He looked away and did not answer for a long time.

Worried that he wouldn't be a wise ruler? But the system didn't mention this at all at the time. It just said that it detected that he had self-destructed and blackened, and Wen Hemian hurried back. It had nothing to do with this at all.

Wen Hemian didn't know what to say, and couldn't give a suitable answer.

Seeing this, Xie Lang's enthusiasm cooled down a little: "I know, Master, there's no need to say anything. I didn't go to court... I just heard about you at that time, and I did it on purpose. There was no other reason. Don't worry, I won't neglect my political affairs because of this."

No matter how painful it is, this is the country that Wen Hemian wants to see.

Xie Lang remembered what she said and thought of it as a flattery.

Wen Hemian didn't expect this answer.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that the two questions Xie Lang asked earlier actually had clues.

The answer he wanted was perhaps the simplest.

Due to his physical condition and experiences in his previous life, Wen Hemian knows how to follow his heart when dealing with other people and things, but he is more reserved and introverted when it comes to himself.

"That was not what I meant."

Wen Hemian couldn't help but speak, lowering his voice slightly in the second half of the sentence: "You and I have been together for many years, and I care about you."

Wen Hemian had to admit that even though they were separated, she would occasionally think of the boy she had taught, wondering if there were any new things she could show him, or imagining in her mind what he would look like when he grew up.

I think about it because I care.

Xie Lang looked up in astonishment, suddenly at a loss: "Is that so?"

Wen Hemian still wanted to emphasize: "I don't mean anything else. Over the years... I'm not a heartless stone man. How could I not have some feelings?"

Xie Lang only listened to what he wanted to hear. When he heard the word "care", his mood became excited and he happily added: "I care about you, too, Master."

Wen Hemian caught a bit of childishness in it and almost laughed. But when he realized what he said, he choked and coughed twice.

Xie Lang hurriedly patted her back.

Wen Hemian took off her veil as it was too stuffy.

The incense burning in the imperial study has permeated the entire room. Even after it was extinguished, the smell still lingers.

Xie Lang probably knew that she was upset, so he took the initiative to suggest: "How about going for a walk outside?"

Wen Hemian shook his head: "No."

There was definitely something strange about this incense. Even though it was covered by strong spices, Wen Hemian still smelled a hint of medicine from it. It would be better to let Xie Lang stay here for a while.

"I……"

Wen Hemian was about to stand up and say that she would go back to the side hall first, but Xie Lang spoke faster and finished his sentence with a smile: "Okay, there are a few things I don't understand, and it's just right that the Master can help me."

As he spoke, he casually picked up a few memorials from the desk and placed them in front of Wen Hemian attentively, as if he really had some difficult questions or confusions.

Wen Hemian swallowed back the words he was about to say, picked up one of the books and opened it to take a look. It was a report on trivial matters submitted by an official named Liu. He opened another one and found it was about the same thing.

Wen Hemian's eyes were full of confusion. He just had no clue?

Xie Lang said calmly, "It gives me a headache after reading this."

Xie Lang thought without any guilt that, from another perspective, he was not lying.

Wen Hemian sighed and chose to be tolerant: "It's up to your majesty to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was held, and Xie Lang's voice became hoarse. He changed into a more pitiful posture: "I admit, I just want you to stay and accompany me, is that not okay?"