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

Xie Lang had a miserable childhood in the imperial palace, helpless and homeless. Now that he is growing up, his only weakness is probably his teacher.

Huo Ping was a sharp and ruthless knife in his hand. From the very beginning, he was destined to be different from teachers like Wen Hemian who accompanied him and performed the responsibility of teaching.

They will always be subordinates, but Wen Hemian is truly treated as a family member by him.

Thinking of what he had found out, Huo Ping was still sweating coldly and felt his heart pounding. He couldn't predict what expression the little emperor would have when he heard the news.

Xie Lang fixed his cold gaze on him for a few seconds, then waved his hand, as he wished: "Everyone get out."

Lai Xi, who was about to come up to serve tea, suddenly turned around and drove all the eunuchs in the hall away without asking anything.

In a few breaths, the surroundings were cleared.

Sensing the terrifying aura of the little emperor, Huo Ping was slightly startled. He maintained a half-kneeling posture, lowered his head, and told what he had investigated: "... Sir Wen, it's a girl."

These six short words blew all the thoughts in Xie Lang's mind away. His thoughts seemed to slow down and reorganize, causing his entire body to freeze. He suddenly frowned and said in a cold voice, "I advise you to think it over before you speak. How could it be possible that Master...?"

Huo Ping's eyes were slightly bitter. No one would believe this, right? Although Master Wen looked a little weak, he looked like a real man, whether in his voice or in other places.

There are many people in the imperial guards who are proficient in ventriloquism and shape-shifting, but they clearly did not recognize them.

However, the investigation results were out in the open, and it was impossible to forge them. Huo Ping said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the facts are here. If you really don't believe it, send someone to invite Lord Wen to the palace to verify his identity."

After all, once the clothes were taken off, it would be impossible to fake it.

"No." Xie Lang refused without hesitation.

He knew that this was the most direct way to confirm, but he could never use this method on the tutor who had raised him with great care. Apart from some harmless little secrets, they were almost the closest people to each other in the world.

Huo Ping thought to himself that it was true.

This news was so shocking that it disrupted everything Xie Lang wanted to say. He slowly suppressed his surging emotions and stared at Huo Ping: "Tell me everything you know."

Huo Ping knew this would be the result, so he sighed and began to tell an old story.

When Princess Huailing was pregnant, the relationship between him and the royal family was at its most strained. The border was being invaded by barbarians, and Prince Huailing volunteered to guard the border, but because the timing was not right, he had no choice but to leave the princess in the capital temporarily.

Later, the news that Prince Huailing was ambushed and in danger of life and death spread back to the capital. When the princess heard the news, she had a miscarriage, causing their only child to be born prematurely. The child was dying and nearly died.

No one knew what happened in between. All we knew was that a few days later, the princess and her newborn baby were quickly moved to a remote temple under the protection of the palace's private guards.

This is the temple where Wen Hemian lived for several years.

"The old monks in the temple had made special arrangements to keep the secret very well, but no one expected that it would be heard by a young monk who had just joined the temple. He had violated the precepts and drank alcohol when he went down the mountain not long ago, so he let the secret slip."

Huo Ping said: "I have heard before that some families have children with weak fates, so they deliberately dress up as boys or girls to deceive the gods and ghosts. Lord Wen may be in this situation."

The point is, only children who are brought up like this from childhood can more easily disguise themselves and deceive others.

Xie Lang still had the most basic rationality. No matter how he thought or how shocked he was, there was one thing that was beyond doubt: "This matter cannot be told to outsiders."

Many people are already dissatisfied with Wen Hemian's position in the court. If the news that she is a woman were to get out, it would provoke everyone to attack her. Xie Lang would never tolerate such a thing happening.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have already dealt with it."

Huo Ping could guess some of the emperor's intentions. There was no need to say much about Ning Hechu's people, but the little monk was a little difficult to deal with...

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Xie Lang say, "Lock up that little monk somewhere. There's no need to kill him."

There were many people involved in the fight. Xie Lang had seen them in the palace when he was a child. He was not a kind-hearted person, but he thought that Wen Hemian might be angry when he knew about it, so he spared some of them.

This surprised Huo Ping a little: "Yes."

"Go down."

The amount of information is too much, and Xie Lang needs enough time to slow down. This is true, so he needs to rethink many things.

Huo Ping sighed almost imperceptibly: "I'll take my leave."

He also needs to slow down.

Huo Ping walked faster than ever before. After he went out, he did not forget to close the door, leaving Xie Lang with space to think.

It was only after he left that Xie Lang's eyes became completely gloomy.

If that's the case...if that's the case, then everything makes sense.

Boys and girls were separated from each other at the age of seven. When he first ascended the throne, he was weak and alert, so there was nothing he could do. The Grand Tutor could only stay by his side and accompany him through the difficult days and nights.

When he grew up and began to show his true colors, it was natural for the Taifu to distance herself from him, because she was aware of her own status and the differences between men and women. He didn't know, but she did.

Closeness yet distance is brought about by this kind of identity.

Xie Lang's throat was dry and his Adam's apple rolled again and again. Past events emerged in his mind. In six years, so many things that could be called flaws were ignored by all of them. How could they have concealed this for so many years?

Are you angry? Xie Lang blinked. He knew that he didn't have this emotion. He even rarely felt angry about being deceived. In contrast, what emerged was an emotion that was unfamiliar to him.

That's called heartache.

He pursed his lips, knowing that without him, Wen Hemian would have an infinitely easier life.

Moreover, if she keeps it a secret every day, the woman's identity will be a hidden danger from time to time. I wonder if she has ever worried about it...

After thinking about a lot of random things, Xie Lang's thoughts suddenly drifted back to the strange clothes he saw in Wen Hemian's room yesterday.

After he came back, he didn't have time to ask anyone to check.

Fortunately, I didn't check.

After knowing this, the obstructed part of my mind seemed to suddenly become clear.

He had indeed never seen that kind of clothing before, but he had seen something similar on the fire avoidance map, and its function was self-evident.

The more Xie Lang thought about it, the redder his ears became. Doesn’t that mean…

There was a buzzing sound in his mind, and he felt his nose getting hot. He touched his hands and they were covered in blood.

what.

The usually majestic little emperor was stunned.