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

Wen Hemian now truly believed that Xie Lang was drunk.

At least when he is sober, he is not so willing to show his childish side.

The heart in his chest was beating loudly, not only Wen Hemian's own, but also that of the person behind him, with a scorching heat that could easily infect anyone.

Xie Lang nuzzled her neck, which was so soft and yet so fragile that he could hardly control his trembling. "...I have no idea what to do. I'm worried that you won't come back to see me."

He was indeed angry, angry at her ruthless abandonment, but he was more grateful that she was still alive and that they might have a chance to meet again in her lifetime.

Just as Wen Hemian understood him, he also understood Wen Hemian, so he bet right and she came back.

If he had never been favored, then all the loneliness and desolation could be endured, but after getting it and then losing it, that would be endless pain. During the long nights, he waited for her for three years.

Feeling the cool liquid falling on her neck, Wen Hemian sighed slightly. She turned her body to the side and raised her hand to wipe away the tears on his cheek. She said helplessly: "Why didn't I realize before that our Majesty is actually a crybaby."

When they met for the first time, the kid was still eating cold buns and was in an awkward situation. I didn't see him shed a tear at that time. On the contrary, she cried twice after she came back.

But tears are indeed the best tool to soften people's hearts.

Wen Hemian stared at his red eyes, the moisture in which was mixed with a bit of morbid pain and possessiveness. Perhaps there was still a last bottom line left in his heart. He restrained himself and said nothing, with a lingering gloom between his brows.

Suddenly, the emperor raised his hand to cover her eyes. Wen Hemian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing unconsciously became a little faster.

Then the next moment, a kiss as light as a dragonfly touching the water fell on the corner of her lips.

Unlike the first time which was fierce and full of anger, this one was very lingering and gentle, gradual, with a slight aroma of wine, making people feel as if they were completely enveloped by this breath.

Because he had lost his sight, all his senses were infinitely magnified. Wen Hemian's breathing stagnated slightly, and he was caught off guard and lost control. He was hugged tighter in an instant, and he almost couldn't breathe.

But this time she couldn't bear to bite it, and she didn't know how long it took before she loosened her grip a little.

Xie Lang lowered his eyes and stroked her cheek with an ambiguous expression: "It feels like I'm dreaming..."

A gust of cold wind helped to dissipate a lot of the drunkenness. Realizing what had just happened, Xie Lang couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. This was something he had not even dared to imagine in his dreams.

Wen Hemian's mind was in a daze. Compared to Xie Lang who could express his feelings directly, she was not a person who could face her desires head on. She was bewitched and did not refuse. Now her face was filled with lingering heat.

She turned away her eyes slightly.

Xie Lang didn't pay attention to her actions, but lowered his voice: "No matter what the reason is, I am very happy that you didn't refuse."

Wen Hemian blinked and said nothing.

In a trance, she also realized that from this moment on, she and Xie Lang were destined to be inseparable, even more.

……

After collecting his thoughts, Wen Hemian stared at Xie Lang as he drank a bowl of sobering soup, and the two of them returned to the banquet venue one after the other.

Wen Hemian washed her face with cold water and patted her cheeks. Only when she felt the heat had completely dissipated did she sit down again.

Xie Lang came back after her. Although this move seemed to be an attempt to cover up something, there were still many princes present today, so they couldn't be too blatant.

So taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Zhaoxuan sneaked up to her side.

There was a lot of joy and drinking at the banquet. There must have been a lot of people secretly paying attention to her. But it didn't matter. It wouldn't hurt to watch her for a while. Wen Hemian was calm and remained motionless.

Ye Zhaoxuan looked sneaky and had a sneaky vibe.

"Lord Wen, have you been okay during these days in the palace?"

He didn't have a chance to talk last time, and after he went back, a big mistake was made and spread out. Ye Zhaoxuan felt guilty all over, and seemed less confident when facing Wen Hemian.

"It's okay if you don't want to say it... I just want to say on behalf of everyone that we have been waiting for you to return to the court."

Ye Zhaoxuan had received the favor at first and was thinking about it in his heart. When people heard that Wen Hemian was in trouble, many people lost their composure. However, after these three years, more and more ministers realized that although Wen Hemian seemed to be missing, in fact, they had lost a stabilizing force.

His Majesty's temper is indeed something that only she can control.

This is what the ministers thought when they believed the rumors and misunderstood. I am afraid they think so even more now.

Well...even if we take a step back, the girl in the harem is Wen Hemian and not some so-called substitute, so the ministers were indeed relieved.

Everyone can see what kind of character Lord Wen has, so there is absolutely no need to worry about this.

"There's nothing inconvenient to say." Wen Hemian apologized, "I'm sorry for making everyone worry about me. My life in the palace is no different. This is not your Majesty's fault alone. I am also wrong. I will deal with the unfinished business with your Majesty as soon as possible."

After three years, he has calmed down enough. Wen Hemian just hasn't thought things through yet. If he continues to avoid it like this, it will be painful for both sides.

Ye Zhaoxuan was about to say something but stopped. He looked up and saw her graceful and calm expression. His heart subconsciously calmed down again: "Okay, if Lord Wen needs any help, just tell us. We will do our best."

He actually wanted to talk about the changes that His Majesty had undergone in recent years, but after thinking it over, he felt that Wen Hemian could not be unaware of it, so he stopped talking.

Wen Hemian nodded.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw Ye Zhaoxuan's look of horror, as if he had seen a ghost, and hurriedly slipped away.

Looking back, okay, Xie Lang is back.

Wen Hemian laughed and shook his head.

She drank quite a bit of wine tonight, so she switched to tea in the second half. She couldn't drink too much.

After the banquet, Xie Lang wanted to talk with the prince about the past. Wen Hemian thought about it and chose not to participate. Xie Lang would definitely tell her about it later anyway, so it made no difference.

She really didn't want to be treated like a national treasure.

Especially Prince Jia Xie Yong, the way he looks at her always makes people feel sticky and disgusting, which is different from the sincere gaze of His Majesty the Emperor. The two are worlds apart.

She didn't feel biased at all.

Of course, others are not as good as our own people.

"I still have to talk to them, so I guess I'll be back late. I've asked Lai Xi to get some hot water, so you can wash up and go to bed early, and you don't have to wait for me."

While everyone was away, Xie Lang quietly approached Wen Hemian with a smile in his eyes.

You can tell you're really happy tonight.

Wen Hemian swallowed what he wanted to say and nodded: "Got it, Your Majesty, go quickly and don't delay any longer here."