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

Ye Zhaoxuan also noticed the familiar figure. He paused and just stood there, looking at him in surprise and doubt.

After a while, he spoke with difficulty: "...Master Wen?"

Having been an imperial censor for many years and having made all kinds of remarks, Ye Zhaoxuan is no longer the student from a poor family. He is very brave and occasionally dares to look the emperor directly in the eye.

Even from a distance, he could vaguely make out that the pattern on the woman's clothes seemed to be extremely similar to what His Majesty was wearing today, and her cold and aloof temperament was slowly overlapping with that of Lord Wen, who stood at the head of all officials in his memory.

However, none of them had ever seen Lord Wen wearing women's clothing. Moreover, three years had passed, and he could not make any hasty conclusions based on the fact that their faces and temperaments were somewhat similar.

Lu Zishen was very confident, but he had some doubts. If Lord Wen really came back, then given His Majesty's temperament, why didn't he choose to announce it to the world, instead of hiding it and hiding him in the palace?

At this moment, another more horrifying thought suddenly occurred to him - could it be that His Majesty has improper thoughts about his teacher?

Wen Hemian didn't respond for a long time.

She wasn't quite ready to meet someone she knew.

But the circle in Beijing is so small that I find myself meeting someone new every step of the way. Last night it was Huo Ping, and today it was Ye Zhaoxuan.

Thinking of the extremely chaotic relationship between himself and Xie Lang, Wen Hemian felt a lump in his heart, not knowing whether he should reply or not.

Before she could choose an answer, an emotionless voice was heard.

"Yushi Ye, how long are you going to stand outside with my tutor?"

Not long after the court session ended, Xie Lang changed into a dark narrow-sleeved dragon robe with auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on the hem. A jade pendant dangled brightly around his waist. Facing the bright light, he had an unattainable noble air, but the look in his eyes when he looked over was a little cold.

As soon as he spoke, he directly pointed out the identity, so there was no need to worry about it.

Wen Hemian was relatively calm: "Go in first."

Ye Zhaoxuan quickly closed his chin and laughed dryly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I will be right there."

He was hit head on and had no choice but to go in. Wen Hemian was feeling melancholy and could already foresee how chaotic his life would be from now on.

After entering the imperial study, Wen Hemian walked to his own seat without much hesitation and sat down. Xie Lang did not pursue what happened at the door just now. Ye Zhaoxuan did not dare to glance at him for long and quickly reported his purpose.

It’s about the Wanshou Festival.

This was originally the Ministry of Rites' business. Unfortunately, the Minister of Rites took leave today, so Ye Zhaoxuan took the initiative to take on this job and came to the Imperial Study to test the emperor's attitude. Now, he got the answer by simply ignoring the process.

He was full of doubts but dared not ask. He reported honestly and then tentatively asked, "Is your Majesty satisfied with this arrangement?"

"It's OK." Xie Lang said, and then turned his eyes to say, "Everywhere else is fine, except... add another seat."

Ye Zhaoxuan was in a strange mood, and he could guess why: "Yes."

Xie Lang waved his hand: "Back off."

There is no room for nonsense.

Before leaving, Ye Zhaoxuan winked and glanced in the direction of Wen Hemian - Can you tell him what is going on?

Wen Hemian mouthed: "No."

I am still in prison and I don’t know when I can get the person out. How dare I give a definite answer?

"The Master ignored me as soon as he saw someone he knew."

Xie Lang's sour voice came from the side.

We just talked a little bit last night, but he became clingy again. If it weren't for what he said, he looked quite serious.

Wen Hemian tightened his grip on the armrest of the chair and looked back calmly: "I remember that I haven't promised Your Majesty that I will attend the banquet."

Ye Zhaoxuan saw her. Xie Lang asked people to prepare first. The meaning was self-evident.

Xie Lang said lightly: "Get ready first, it's okay if you don't want to go."

Just like the position of Prime Minister that he had reserved, even though Wen Hemian was not there, he had no intention of giving it to anyone else.

You can do without it, but you can’t live without it.

Wen Hemian understood what he meant.

"Aren't you wasting manpower and resources?"

Xie Lang's tone was unpredictable: "Master, are you so sure it's a waste?"

Wen Hemian: “…”

There's no need to use clichés like this.

Wen Hemian let out a breath: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Xie Lang said it herself. She would think about it later before going or not. She could only hope that Ye Zhaoxuan had not become a big mouth over the years and would not spread the news of her return.

The Zhao people were very respectful of teachers and paid more attention to etiquette in this regard. Teacher-student love is not mainstream even in modern times, let alone in this dynasty?

Being imprisoned in the palace by her own student would not only be humiliating for her, but the Censorate and the Ministry of Rites would probably be furious.

It’s a headache. Let Xie Lang solve it.

After thinking for a while, Wen Hemian calmed down again and said, "You invited the princes to a banquet on the birthday celebration. Are you trying to test their family background?"

The world is so far away, and if not specifically invited, the princes from all over the country would just send some gifts to the capital during festivals. Compared with the money the royal family provided them with, the difference was huge, and no one cared about it at all.

In contrast, judging from the treasury expenditure, the cost of supporting the princes is a bit terrifying.

Not to mention that they are restless and want to use their winnings to stir up trouble in their fiefdom. It is only a matter of time before Xie Lang turns his knife against them.

Xie Lang hummed, "The rest are not worth mentioning, except for Prince Jia. I really want to see what this uncle of the emperor can do."

Being an emperor is destined to be lonely. After the late emperor ascended the throne, he tried every means to get rid of several brothers. Only the youngest one among them, Prince Jia, was sent to a fiefdom. Thanks to this special identity, although the fiefdom he was allocated at that time was not rich, it was large in area, which was enough for him to do many small things.

After the mission was completed three years ago, the world line took a new direction. Wen Hemian had no way to judge based on things that were not mentioned in the original book.

In other words, Xie Lang is facing a brand new challenge.

It is not enough to just control the capital, he needs to control the whole world.

Wen Hemian paused and said, "Maybe he also wants to see His Majesty. If the news of my return is released at this time, won't it cause chaos?"

It's so unbearable with all the ups and downs every day.

Xie Lang smiled faintly: "Isn't it better this way? They focus their attention on the prince, and no one will pay attention to the master."

Wen Hemian expressed his doubt: "Really?"

Xie Lang remained calm: "Really? So do you want to give it a try? Come with me."

Wen Hemian was extremely conflicted. She would not feel at ease if she left the matter alone, but if she agreed to it now, she would be jumping into the trap that Xie Lang had dug. She was in a dilemma.

"It's just a meal." Xie Lang stared at her without blinking, and suddenly felt sad. "You didn't host my crowning ceremony, nor did you celebrate my third birthday. Now you can't just have a simple meal with me?"

Wen Hemian choked: "Can this be called a simple meal?"

Xie Lang lowered his eyes: "Forget it, I won't force you. I know that you probably have some resentment towards me."

"It doesn't matter. I can attend alone."

Wen Hemian was really stunned by what he said.

After a moment, she held her forehead and said, "Stop talking. Isn't it enough that I agree?"