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

The palace was guarded impregnably, and the only person in the world who could sneak in at this time without alerting the secret guards was the emperor.

I dare not stop it, and I cannot stop it.

But it was scary to see someone suddenly appear in my room!

Wen Hemian tried to slow down her tone. She closed the door and walked to the side to light a candle: "What's wrong, Your Majesty? You come to my room without turning on the light. Is it fun to be in the dark?"

The candlelight lit up, and Xie Lang looked at her through the flickering light without blinking, his tone a little sour: "Master, if I don't come over for a day, I'm afraid you won't even remember me."

Ning Hechu's people were very vigilant. Huo Ping's investigation had not yielded any results so far, but the conversation this afternoon still made Xie Lang feel a little uneasy. He was eager to come and see Wen Hemian, but on the other hand, he felt it was inappropriate, so he could only sneak in and wait for her to come back.

Fortunately, the secret guards were familiar with him and turned a blind eye without stopping him.

Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's only one day. The time I spent with Your Majesty is not enough, is it?"

Look, even an outsider can easily see how much the Emperor depends on her. Why doesn't Xie Lang reflect on himself?

Xie Lang slowly gritted his teeth and said unreasonably: "I don't care, the Master is ignoring me anyway."

Wen Hemian looked at him leisurely, to see what else he could say.

When the two looked at each other, one of them would be defeated first. Unfortunately, Xie Lang was the one who was defeated.

He felt that the Grand Tutor seemed to have a magical power. He was clearly in a depressed mood before coming here, but as soon as he saw the Grand Tutor, all his emotions disappeared in an instant and he couldn't get angry at all.

There was no way to ask her if she was deceiving herself.

Xie Lang was depressed.

Seeing that he seemed to have drooping ears, Wen Hemian laughed in his heart and said skillfully to coax a child: "Then how does Your Majesty want to punish me?"

"No punishment." Xie Lang shook his head decisively. He was not a moody tyrant. His eyes swept through the room inch by inch. "I will stay tonight."

There will be a court meeting tomorrow. Wen Hemian no longer wanted to think about the shock of going to court with the Emperor. Her mind was wandering for a moment, and she didn't know whether Xie Lang had told Lai Xi when he came out. Otherwise, the poor chief steward would have to cry alone in front of the empty bedroom tomorrow morning.

Hey.

Wen Hemian shook his head and stopped himself from thinking: "Stay. Your Majesty is here. Can I still drive you away?"

Xie Lang nodded briefly, and paused slightly when his eyes noticed the things hanging on the hanger.

Wen Hemian realized his gaze belatedly and looked in that direction, feeling a slight tingling sensation on his scalp.

Xie Lang usually didn't go into her room when he came, so he neglected her for a moment. Hanging on the clothes rack was the bra she usually wore!

Before she could change the subject, Xie Lang asked, "Master, what is that?"

Xie Lang was barely a man of courtesy. He just sat on the small couch and asked, staring at the soft white fabric with a row of strange little buttons on it. It didn't match any clothes he had seen before.

Wen Hemian was glad that she disliked the discomfort of traditional bra binders, so she made this herself imitating modern bra binders. Otherwise, even if Xie Lang didn't know it now, he might realize it later.

Passive knowledge and active knowledge are completely different.

She picked up the tea and took a sip, looking calm and composed, "I don't know, maybe it fell when Qingyun was cleaning the room."

Xie Lang still felt something was strange, and he looked away suspiciously: "Really?"

Wen Hemian remained calm and said, "Yes. Would I lie to Your Majesty? If you really want to know, I will ask Qingyun later."

It was not a serious matter, so Xie Lang did not insist on it. He shook his head and said, "Forget it. No need to trouble you, Master."

When dealing with Xie Lang, it is often easier to be honest than to lie directly. Knowing that he could get away with it this way, Wen Hemian breathed a sigh of relief.

However, this incident also sounded a wake-up call for her, and she must pay more attention to these details in the future.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to confess, but Ning Hechu hasn’t been dealt with yet. When she is unsure of Xie Lang’s attitude, confessing would carry greater risks.

We have come this far over the years, there is no point in wasting time. It is better to wait until the dust settles before worrying about this issue.

Wen Hemian was a little bit forced to be perfect. She barely remembered that this was her mission and she had to complete it beautifully.

The two of them did not talk about this topic any more. Wen Hemian looked at him and asked, "Have you had dinner?"

As expected, Xie Lang shook his head: "No."

Perhaps he was feeling a little guilty, so his voice was low.

Wen Hemian was so angry that he laughed: "You just don't value your body, right?"

When Wen Hemian first took over Xie Lang, his health was really not good. When Xie Lang became a little more mature and could let down his guard, Xie Lang relaxed and became sick again off and on for a long time.

During that time, Ning Hechu thought he couldn't hold on any longer and he was merciful enough to visit him twice. However, Xie Lang had a strong will to survive and he managed to pull through.

I have been strengthening my body over the past few years and my health is gradually getting better.

Xie Lang slumped his shoulders and said decisively: "I was wrong, Master."

Wen Hemian said coldly: "You'll do it again next time, right?"

Xie Lang didn't dare to say anything and looked at her cautiously.

Wen Hemian was helpless.

Being worried to this extent, it was impossible for him to just watch him being so pitiful, so he simply told the servants outside to prepare a table of midnight snack for them.

They didn't eat in this room. When Xie Lang went out, he stared at the bra on the hanger again. Wen Hemian felt uncomfortable all over, but she couldn't help but confess, so she had to bite the bullet and let him see.

Xie Lang imprinted the shape and appearance of the thing in his mind, and without further delay, he followed Wen Hemian out.

After all the trouble, Wen Hemian's appetite returned a little. She accompanied Xie Lang for a midnight snack, and then mercilessly drove him back to his room to rest.

When she returned to her room and saw the bra again, Wen Hemian felt uncomfortable everywhere. She did not forget to emphasize to Qingyun: "In the future, keep the things in my room tightly closed."

Qingyun realized something from this: "Has His Majesty seen me today?"

"Yeah." Wen Hemian nodded, frowning slightly, "It's also my fault. I was careless. He is the Son of Heaven. From now on, no one in this world can stop him. This is the only time left. Be careful."

Qingyun's face was solemn: "Starting tomorrow, I will help you check everything when I clean up."

Wen Hemian: "Thank you very much. Thank you for your hard work."

Qingyun quickly shook her head: "What are you talking about, sir? This is all my job."

Not everyone in the mansion knows Wen Hemian's identity yet. Qingyun is the closest person to her, and she has the responsibility to handle these matters properly.