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

Xie Yong said this with confidence.

Although he was far away in his fiefdom, he always had his own special channels to get information. He knew how talented and decisive this Grand Tutor Wen was in the past. Not only was he decisive, but he was also a powerful figure in the court and helped the young emperor eliminate dissidents.

The key is that she is a descendant of the Wen family.

Such a woman is not born to be easily controlled by others.

The little emperor might have had some teacher-student relationship with her, but his behavior probably almost wiped out that relationship.

There was no way she would be willing to be trapped in the harem for the rest of her life.

Wen Hemian expected that he would catch a fish, but he didn't expect that the fish would poach him.

She was silent: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for His Royal Highness Jia to say that."

Talking about the emperor's private affairs in the emperor's territory is beyond description as outrageous.

"What's wrong?"

Xie Yong smiled and said, "Lady Wen is full of ambitions. As a woman, she is no less capable than a man. She shouldn't have been trapped in the harem. As your majesty's uncle, I am just saying a few fair words. Your majesty won't punish me for this, right?"

The identity of being a royal relative is indeed not easy to deal with.

Besides, Xie Yong was one of the vassal kings. Dealing with him hastily would only make Xie Lang's reputation worse. What if it aroused the rebellious psychology of other vassal kings and caused chaos in their fiefdoms, it would not be easy to deal with either.

No wonder Xie Yong is so confident.

After Wen Hemian finished his speculation, he said, "How can Your Highness Prince Jia be sure that I am not willing to stay here?"

"That's naturally... intuition!"

You know what, Xie Yong is quite confident.

He was the boss in his fiefdom, with no one to discipline him. He roamed around in places of entertainment at a young age. He had a good eye, and if the little emperor could get someone, he would write his own name backwards!

Where does eternal trust come from between the monarch and his subjects? I don't believe that Master Wen has no opinion at all.

"Master Wen, please think about it carefully. I will stay in the capital for a few more days. If you change your mind at any time, feel free to send someone to send a letter to me."

Xie Yong withdrew his gaze with a bit of regret.

Of course, he also liked such a beauty, but he knew how to judge the situation and just said a few words. If he really dared to touch her, the little emperor would find a reason to punish him.

He would not do such a stupid thing.

Wen Hemian didn't answer.

Xie Yong laughed twice and turned back to his seat.

Wen Hemian raised his eyes and looked somewhere: "Don't hide, come out and talk."

Xie Lang appeared in the corridor with a gloomy face. Even from a distance one could tell that he was in a bad mood. He hurried over.

Wen Hemian laughed: "It's just that I don't want you to come out, is it that serious?"

Wen Hemian and Xie Lang had agreed on many secret codes. Not knowing what Xie Yong wanted to do, she did not let Xie Lang come out, just to continue listening.

Xie Lang tucked the collar of her cape and said in a cold voice, "He wants to stir up trouble."

"I can see that. Don't worry, it goes in one ear and out the other."

Wen Hemian's honest words make people want to laugh.

She thought thoughtfully: "He might think that I have some resentment towards you and want to give it a try."

Human nature is the thing that cannot withstand the test.

It was too difficult to make Xie Lang suffer, so Xie Yong could only start from other aspects.

Xie Lang lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and stroked her cheek, his eyes deep: "So Han Shuang, don't you blame me?"

This was what Xie Lang was afraid of, so he never dared to ask.

Wen Hemian was choked by his ability to grasp the key points. He turned his head slightly to avoid his gaze and his hand: "...Not really."

The time they spent together was far greater than the time they spent apart, and she subconsciously didn't believe that Xie Lang would really change.

"I knew it, Master is the best."

It was clear that he was thinking that he could not be appeased by just a few words, but when faced with reality, Xie Lang was still defeated helplessly.

There was no way he could be hard-hearted in front of Wen Hemian.

As he got closer, Wen Hemian could clearly smell the aroma of alcohol coming from him. Hearing this, his heart softened: "How much did you drink tonight?"

Wen Hemian was eager to understand the current situation. Since Xie Lang could be seen every day, he focused more on observing his ministers and did not pay attention to how much Xie Lang drank.

Xie Lang was vague: "Not much."

It was simply that he felt jealous when he saw Wen Hemian's attention was not on him, so he drank a few more cups. Then, when he came to his senses, that was it.

Wen Hemian was helpless: "You are the emperor, no one dares to force you to drink. It's okay behind people's backs, but you should know how to restrain yourself in front of others, especially tonight."

"Yeah." Xie Lang agreed as usual.

Every sentence has a response, but every sentence has no conclusion.

Wen Hemian didn't even want to talk about him.

"Prince Jia is quite arrogant." Wen Hemian began to talk business, "If we want to reduce the power of the vassal states, why not start with him?"

The main reason was the attitude he spoke tonight, which made Wen Hemian very unhappy. There was no need to reason with such a person, just make him admit his mistake.

Xie Lang said in a cold voice: "That's exactly what I meant."

Damn it! He openly alienated the relationship between him and the Grand Tutor!

"I just don't know how many private soldiers he has raised in his fiefdom. I need to send someone to find out."

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

When Wen Hemian was traveling before, she didn't dare to run around. The world is so big, there are still unpeaceful places, and she didn't want to get into trouble.

Of course, there are biological parents to save, but it would be interesting if Xie Lang were to track them down and catch them.

Although the current results are similar.

Wait, her parents?

"It's over. I forgot to send a message to my parents." Wen Hemian was a little serious. "They didn't think I was really trapped and came back to kill me, did they?"

When Wen Hemian first learned that Wen Chengyuan and Qin Yi were her biological parents, she felt awkward for a long time, but after three years of living with them, she realized how much they cared about her.

Xie Lang's expression was blank for a moment: "It's hard to say."

The Huai Ling prince and his wife really meant what they said about not returning to the capital, and Xie Lang has never had the chance to meet them.

He: "It doesn't matter. At worst I can explain it to them in person."

Xie Lang didn't feel guilty, so what was the point of her worrying alone? Wen Hemian pursed her lips and simply didn't mention it.

So many years have passed, it's nice to have my parents back in Beijing to visit.

The two of them stared at the crabapple flowers in the garden in silence for a long time.

After a moment, Xie Lang spoke in a low voice: "Hanshuang, I'm actually very happy that you can spend my birthday with me."

During those three years, Xie Lang had imagined such a scene countless times, but unfortunately they were all dreams. As soon as he stepped forward, even the figures in his dreams would disappear completely, let alone any extra thoughts.

As the alcohol started to rise, Xie Lang continued, "...I didn't want to do that to you. I was just too afraid that you would leave."

Xie Lang was so sick with heart disease that he almost vomited blood, but he was just living like a walking corpse because he was thinking about the instructions and that tiny possibility.

Wen Hemian's eyes became hot, and unknown emotions surged in his heart: "I know, I'm not angry with you."

"So I said, you are soft-hearted."

Xie Lang whispered as he hugged her from behind.

The warm breath lingered in her ears, and Wen Hemian suddenly realized that she had become accustomed to this temperature without realizing it. She even had the leisure to think that Xie Lang was lying and must have drunk a lot of wine, which seemed to have almost made her drunk.

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Xie Lang seemed to be completely drunk, and he continued to mutter incoherently without caring about anything.

"Will you never get angry no matter what I do to you?"

"Just continue to love me like you did when we were little... okay?"