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

A spring rain came.

The entire capital city seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, but the air was fresh, with a faint scent of rain mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, which refreshed people's hearts.

The carriage from the palace stopped in front of the Huailing Palace. The gatekeeper was not surprised and hurried in to announce: "Your Majesty has arrived."

It was drizzling outside, and Xie Lang wanted to not shield himself from the rain, but he was worried that he would be held accountable by the Grand Tutor if he went in. He curled his fingertips, asked someone around him to bring an umbrella, then got off the carriage and walked quickly inside.

Xie Lang had been to the palace many times, and no one was more familiar with the layout inside than him. Without anyone to lead the way, he walked through the corridor and went to Wen Hemian's courtyard.

He was tall and long, so if he walked fast the people behind him could not keep up with him. Only when he was almost to the side room did he quietly slow down his pace, as if he did not want to disturb the people inside.

But it didn't work out as he wished. He soon heard Wen Hemian's smiling voice: "What are you doing standing at the door? Come in."

As they were both martial artists and familiar with each other, Wen Hemian had already recognized Xie Lang's footsteps. Now everything was fine and she didn't have to avoid him on purpose.

Xie Lang raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Okay."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and went in.

The people behind him were more discerning and did not follow.

Wen Hemian sat on the small couch by the window. She raised her hand to gently stroke the cat in her arms while looking up at Xie Lang. Even though she had grown up with Xie Lang, she was still a little uncomfortable with the subtle aggression that emanated from him.

A lot can change in six years, enough time for Xie Lang to grow from a little kid into the tall and dignified young man he is today. His pair of dark, round eyes have become narrow and long as they grew older, revealing a bit of coldness. The majesty of the royal family is overwhelming, so magnificent and handsome that people dare not look directly at him.

But that was only in front of outsiders. In front of Wen Hemian, Xie Lang would always bend his eyebrows and show a clear and pleasing smile: "When did the Grand Tutor get a cat? If I had known that the Grand Tutor liked it, I should have sent the white cat that was tributed from Persia to the Grand Tutor's mansion."

When he was not at work, Wen Hemian dressed simply at home, in a plain blue suit, with the cat in his arms having mottled fur, which looked a bit out of place.

Wen Hemian stroked the cat's suddenly stiff back and replied with a smile: "That's not necessary. I picked up this cat from the roadside two days ago out of pity. I named it System."

"System?" Xie Lang was puzzled. "What a strange name."

Wen Hemian thought it would be strange if it wasn't strange.

It seems that the system cannot appear in this world at will. Even during Wen Hemian's mission, the interference with her was very rare. It was just that this time, I felt that it was enough, so I came to her to report the progress, and I happened to choose the cat body.

Who knew that Xie Lang suddenly came to the mansion, and the system had no time to escape, so it had to stay there with gritted teeth.

"Let's not talk about this." Wen Hemian put the cat on the ground and let it run away. He changed the subject calmly, "Your Majesty is not in the palace reviewing memorials at this time. What are you doing in my house? Do you really think this is your home?"

Xie Lang snorted: "Why not? Everyone knows that I am close to the Grand Tutor, they won't say anything."

As he spoke, Xie Lang had already sat down opposite Wen Hemian. He poured the tea, reached out to feel the temperature of the teacup, and when he felt it was just right, he pushed the cup towards Wen Hemian.

"Besides, if I stay in the palace, those annoying imperial censors will come again and stare at my harem every day. It's so annoying."

Speaking of this, Xie Lang was quite surprised.

Fighting against the cunning Ning Hechu is a long process. Fortunately, with the overt and covert help of Wen Hemian over the years, Xie Lang has gradually accumulated a certain amount of power. In the past two years, he has been able to get in touch with the core affairs of the court.

The young emperor, who was once regarded as a puppet, finally showed his edge.

So the censors stopped arguing and instead wrote a letter to persuade Xie Lang to open a harem and select concubines as soon as possible.

Xie Lang gritted his teeth secretly: "Do you really think I can't see their little tricks?"

After all, this country belongs to the Xie family. If Ning Hechu falls, if any concubine gives birth to a royal heir, won't she be able to rise to prominence?

"They have nothing to do all day, so leave them alone."

Speaking of censors, Wen Hemian also had a headache. These literati were all good at talking and it wouldn't kill them to just nag a few words, but it was really annoying.

Xie Lang's eyes lit up: "I think so too, so I left the palace to look for the Master!"

Wen Hemian was startled. She didn't expect that he would come back again. She lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea calmly: "First establish a career and then start a family. There is no rush now. Besides..."

Wen Hemian has lived in modern times for more than twenty years, and some of his ideas are deeply rooted. He always feels that one is an adult only after the age of eighteen, while Xie Lang is still one month away from eighteen.

"Besides, what?" Xie Lang casually took over her half-sentence, his eyes flickered and fell on her, and he suddenly curled his lips, "Grandmaster hasn't got married yet. No matter what I do, I have to wait until Grandmaster gets married."

Wen Hemian had just turned sixteen when she became the Grand Tutor. Before that, she was so focused on preparing for the exam that she almost never appeared in public. In addition, there were rumors that she was frail, so she was not noticed by the upper-class families.

But since she started assisting Xie Lang, she could not avoid appearing in public. As Xie Lang grew up and was able to compete with Ning Hechu, more people turned their attention to her.

The young emperor couldn't be persuaded, and she was a good entry point. Although she was a little weak, she was still a good marriage candidate.

Furthermore, Wen Hemian had already reached adulthood, but there was no one in his mansion, making it a rare quiet place. Many noble ladies in the capital were eager to try and made private bets on who could pick this cold moon.

"Then your majesty should forget about it." Wen Hemian glanced at him, "If I don't get married, your majesty may not be able to wait."

She falsified her identity and once she got married she would bring disaster to other girls.

Besides, being alone is so comfortable. Wen Hemian is used to being alone. Except for Xie Lang, whom she has almost grown up with, she doesn't want any strangers to interfere in her life.

Xie Lang said without hesitation: "If the Master doesn't have a family, I don't want to have one either."

When he was a child, he saw a lot of fights between concubines in the palace. Xie Lang couldn't imagine how annoying it would be if there were a lot of people chattering in the harem. It was just right to have no one, as it also saved the national treasury expenditure.

Wen Hemian hesitated to speak: "...Can this be the same?"

In the original book, there were no girls around Xie Lang. Whether he got married or not was his own business. Wen Hemian would not interfere as long as it did not hinder him from being a wise ruler.

"Why can't it be the same?" Xie Lang had a flattering smile on his face. He secretly moved over to hold Wen Hemian's hand and said righteously, "I and the Grand Tutor get along well as a monarch and a minister. I just need the Grand Tutor to stay by my side."

The kid was very strong. Wen Hemian struggled a bit, but when he saw his suddenly disappointed look, he stopped with a soft heart.

She could only sigh quietly: "Your Majesty, it would be best if you don't say this in front of those censors."

She was afraid that she would be scolded and lead the emperor astray.

Xie Lang slowly curled his lips: "It doesn't matter, they don't dare."

Seeing that he had bad intentions, Wen Hemian suddenly became alert: "Your Majesty, what do you want to do?"