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

After all, what they said was just their guess. Based on the handwriting on the memorial, no one could say that their guess was definitely correct.

To be honest, the relationship between Your Majesty and Lord Wen is not something that can be thought about too deeply.

Before leaving, Lu Zishen specifically instructed: "Don't make it public. Since there is no news from the palace, we will pretend that we don't know."

"I know."

The two chatted for a while, sorted themselves out, and parted ways without anyone revealing anything.

However, after being in the court for so many years, it is still possible for him to do some insignificant things.

As everyone knows, His Majesty did not celebrate his birthday for three years after the Imperial Preceptor left. The people in the Ministry of Rites were tactful and did not mention it, but for some reason, someone brought it up again during the next court session.

Everyone looked at the man as if he were a warrior, thinking that he would return empty-handed this time. However, the man sitting on the dragon throne nodded and said, "I agree. Prepare to leave."

An unexpected development.

Thinking about the fact that there was a new master in the palace, the court officials looked at each other in confusion. Three years had passed, and His Majesty had finally decided to come out and change?

Some are happy and some are sad.

They could not condemn the Emperor's behavior. After all, so much time had passed and it was time to let it go. However, the subordinates that Wen Hemian had cultivated in the past felt a little sad. Lord Wen would eventually become a thing of the past. How could people not feel regretful?

When the topic touched upon old friends, the court fell into an eerie silence and the discussion ended hastily.

Xie Lang changed out of his court robes and returned to the side hall. The first thing he saw was a person sitting behind a desk and writing with a pen.

Just like what he had seen countless times before, the scene was peaceful and tranquil, as if the series of bad things had never happened - of course, that was just an illusion.

The first thing Xie Lang said was: "Someone guessed that the Grand Tutor is back."

"?" Wen Hemian looked over suspiciously, waiting for him to speak.

Xie Lang, however, lightly changed the subject: "Today, the Ministry of Rites reported to the emperor that they are planning to hold a birthday festival, and I have approved it."

Wen Hemian knew that Xie Lang hadn't celebrated his birthday for three years. If he continued to celebrate this time, it must be because of her. So he simply got straight to the point: "What is your majesty going to do?"

"This is a good opportunity." Xie Lang smiled, his expression refreshing and pleasant, "Hanshuang, do you really not want to return to the court?"

When Wen Hemian heard him ask this, his subordinates paused and lowered their eyes, unable to tell his emotions: "You didn't want to let me go, so why did your majesty suddenly say this?"

“That’s not contradictory.”

When they didn't want to reveal it, the two of them could slowly practice Tai Chi, but Xie Lang was extremely sensitive to Wen Hemian's emotions, so how could he not guess that she was pretending not to know.

Xie Lang looked at her tenderly, and his voice softened involuntarily: "Come with me and let them meet you."

Wen Hemian was burned by that gaze and turned away unconsciously: "He showed up suddenly without even saying hello, is that scary?"

Just imagine how terrifying it would be if a person who was said to have been dead for three years suddenly appeared in front of you.

Xie Lang didn't care: "They will see you eventually."

Wen Hemian did not give an answer.

Xie Lang said considerately: "It's okay, there's still some time, you can think about it slowly, and it's OK if you don't want to go."

That's it.

Xie Lang mentioned another matter: "The Imperial College's chief priest fell seriously ill a few years ago, and now he is increasingly unable to do his job, and he may be willing to resign."

"Master Xu?"

Wen Hemian remembered this little old man. He was quite nice to her and had very advanced ideas. It was thanks to him that the girls' school could be successfully opened.

"If he is ill, it would be difficult for him to stay in the court. The Imperial College..."

Wen Hemian suddenly stopped speaking halfway.

This damn habit of hers, why is she caring again?

Xie Lang was calm and composed: "Why don't you continue talking, Master? That's good. I want to hear what Master thinks."

I reacted, but not completely.

Wen Hemian fell into the trap and could only continue: "The Imperial College has complicated affairs and a large number of people. If Lord Xu is willing to resign and retire, please select a successor as soon as possible and hand over the position in advance to prevent any trouble."

This is not the main issue. If an official who disagrees with Lord Xu's political views were to be replaced and secretly cause trouble, it would be extremely troublesome.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "Last year, two new female academic officials entered the Imperial College. I want them to assist me."

Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment: "It seems that His Majesty has already made plans without me saying anything."

Xie Lang is no longer at the age where he needs her help and reference in everything. When he promoted the project, he must have made plans for the future. After all, it was an imperial decree issued by him personally, and he would not give up halfway.

Xie Lang did not take credit for it, and said calmly: "I just think that the Grand Master would be happy if there were more women in the court. You are so resolute, not just for me, right?"

After three years of settling down, Xie Lang has become more mature and thoughtful than before. When he is immersed in pain, he has no time to care, but when he breaks away from it, he sees things more clearly than anyone else.

Leaving him was one thing, and being forced by the situation was another. Wen Hemian would not do worthless things. Once she died, many things could proceed naturally and achieve her wishes.

Wen Hemian could not deny this.

"I'm sorry." Wen Hemian sighed softly, "But if I had to do it again, I would still do it the same way."

At least at the moment of making the choice, she did not regret it, and no matter how much she said now, there was no way to go back and make amends.

After Wen Hemian finished speaking, he heard the emperor add, "So let me tell you, you are so cruel."

Cruel and gentle.

A gentle knife cuts the heart.

Wen Hemian had no way to refute.

Xie Lang quickly adjusted his mood: "It doesn't matter, I like every side of Han Shuang."

Frosty and frosty.

Wen Hemian never thought that one day he would become numb from hearing his own name. It took less than half a month for him to go from being angry to accepting it calmly.

The bottom line seems to be constantly retreating, and if it continues like this, it will be very dangerous.

"The clothes made by the palace maids are ready. I'll have them delivered to you in the evening. Try to see if there are any inappropriate places. If not, send them back for alterations."

Xie Lang started talking more, and when Wen Hemian didn't speak, he would find a topic to continue the conversation.

Wen Hemian felt that there was nothing she couldn't get used to wearing now, so she didn't pick and choose. She was thinking about something and nodded, "Yeah."

Xie Lang looked at her beautiful profile and smiled without saying a word.

Sure enough, in the evening, palace servants brought a large pile of clothes. Lai Xi directed people to enter the hall and arrange them one by one. Wen Hemian took a quick look and found that there were both luxurious and simple clothes. The workmanship was exquisite and they did not look like they were made in a hurry at all.

She tried on a few pieces and found that the size was just right, so there was no need to send them back for alterations. Only then did Lai Xi let the curious palace maids go back.

"Please forgive me, Lord Wen. There are only two masters in the palace, you and His Majesty. These palace servants are new here and can't help but feel a little curious."

Wen Hemian raised his eyebrows and glanced at the sky outside: "It's okay, I don't care."

"Okay." Lai Xi had smoothed things over and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Wen Hemian speak.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Xie Lang is clingy, no matter in the past or now, he is used to climbing up the ladder, and he is also very stubborn. He would rather fall asleep on the couch and feel wronged than go back to his room. At this time in the past, he should have made his presence felt in front of Wen Hemian, but today, there was no trace of him.

Really weird.

Lai Xi smiled and said, "Your Majesty was tired during the day. When I came here, Your Majesty had already rested."

Wen Hemian's fingertips curled slightly: "...Really?"

I'm used to seeing people at this time, and the sudden change makes me feel a little uncomfortable.