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

After being exposed by this, Xie Lang didn't know what to say next.

Wen Hemian picked up his homework and began to check it, making comments on it from time to time. Xie Lang was looking at the book, but slowly he couldn't help but multitasking and secretly glanced at her.

When he thought he had withdrawn his gaze quietly, he suddenly heard Wen Hemian say slowly: "Your Majesty, peeking is so boring. If you want to ask something, just say it directly."

Does this guy have eyes on the back of his head?

Xie Lang's eyes wandered unnaturally, and he asked in a low voice: "When will you take me to court?"

Xie Lang was clear about the situation around him. Most of the palace servants were respectful to him because of Wen Hemian. If it were him, he would have no deterrent power at all.

Having lived in the palace for so many years, he knew exactly what he wanted - power. Only with power in his hands would he not be looked down upon by others.

Wen Hemian looked directly into the desire and ambition in his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you really want to go to court?"

"Only by going to court can I know the current situation."

Xie Lang lowered his eyes, his voice was childish, but resolute and calm, with calculation and maturity far beyond his age.

From the moment he hid behind Ning Hechu in front of her, Wen Hemian knew that she couldn't just treat him as a child. She had no reason to stop him: "Go if you want to, but the court officials are smart. If Your Majesty wants to play the pig and eat the tiger, it's better to pretend to be convincing and hide it from everyone."

Xie Lang suppressed his temper and pursed his lips: "I know."

"Yeah." Wen Hemian regained her relaxed look in an instant. She teased and took the book out of the child's hand, turned it around, and stuffed it back, "I forgot to tell you, Your Majesty, you read the book upside down."

She has been absent-minded since she came in. Who is she expecting to hide this from?

Xie Lang: "..."

Xie Lang's face froze, he sulked, and turned his head away dejectedly, unable to understand why he always embarrassed himself in front of this man.

Wen Hemian was very considerate and didn't laugh out loud.

She finally realized that the kid was thin-skinned.

To avoid being held against you, it’s better to just be patient.

-

It is better to do it today than to wait for a day. Wen Hemian is not a feudal patriarch. Since Xie Lang wanted to go to court, she took him to the court meeting the next day.

This was the first time Wen Hemian appeared in public since the changes in the palace, holding the little emperor's hand.

After some days of recuperation, Xie Lang gained some weight, his frizzy hair became smooth, and he looked fair with a little fat on his face. However, he seemed timid, holding Wen Hemian's hand tightly and refusing to let go, and his eyes were full of caution when he looked around.

The court officials' eyes followed them, and Ning Hechu also stood in the front, watching leisurely.

Only after Xie Lang was sent to sit on the dragon throne did Wen Hemian pretend to be surprised and said slowly: "Why are you all looking at me? You want to see His Majesty, haven't I brought him here?"

The faces of the imperial censors turned pale and blue, and some of them pouted: "He has evil intentions and ulterior motives!"

Wen Hemian shrugged: "There's nothing I can do about it. You guys decide whether it's good or bad."

The court is not necessarily a civilized place. The censor wanted to say something when he saw this, but Ning Hechu stopped him with a cough: "Alright, why bother Master Wen here? Let's talk business."

As a well-deserved powerful official today, Ning Hechu's words carry decisive weight. Even the censors dare not offend him easily and can only shut up reluctantly.

The ministers then began to speak.

Winter has not yet passed, and disasters have occurred in various places. The number of refugees has increased, which is a huge burden for the court. In addition, upon learning that the new emperor has ascended the throne, some princes in their fiefdoms are ready to make moves, and they take this opportunity to win over the hearts of the people and make constant small moves.

The combination of natural disasters and man-made disasters is not optimistic. The court officials are arguing loudly, and Wen Hemian is listening carefully. The more he understands, the more difficult and long he feels his task will be.

A wise ruler must ensure peace and prosperity for the whole country, but now it seems that this is far away.

Above, Xie Lang sat on the dragon throne and looked around curiously. He could feel the faint gazes of the court officials, but unfortunately he had no right to interrupt. He could only listen with his ears perked up and memorize those incomprehensible words in his mind.

"enough."

Ning Hechu spoke up after hearing almost everything. He looked at the Minister of Revenue with a sharp gaze and said, "I heard that a lot of rare treasures came into Lord Bai's house yesterday. It just so happens that the Ministry of Revenue can't allocate funds, so why not donate them first to set an example."

The Minister of Revenue's legs went weak, and when he met Ning Hechu's gaze, he knew he had been seen through, and laughed hastily: "I will listen to Lord Ning."

After all this exploitation, they actually managed to collect a lot of money, which could at least be used to temporarily resettle the victims. After the court meeting, many people were forced to bleed heavily, and they looked at Ning Hechu with hatred.

Ning Hechu snorted coldly and walked away.

Wen Hemian didn't say a word the whole time, and she took Xie Lang back to the warm room.

Xie Lang frowned, puzzled: "Why does he seem to be quite concerned about these things?"

He was in the harem and knew Ning Hechu's reputation. He controlled the government and did all kinds of evil. He was a treacherous minister. What he saw today was very different from what he thought.

Wen Hemian understood it clearly: "Because he is a minister, the prince's fiefdom is far away and he cannot reach him. He cannot let the prince take the opportunity to come to the capital to defend the king. Nothing is black and white. The ministers are being exploited, and he is not bleeding. This is the best compromise option given the situation."

Xie Lang seemed to understand but not quite, and looked at her blankly.

Wen Hemian rubbed his head itchyly and said, "It's okay, Your Majesty, you will understand it if you learn more."

Xie Lang has become accustomed to Wen Hemian's occasional attacks.

He finally understood that this man kept talking about the relationship between the emperor and his subject and called him "Your Majesty", but in fact he treated him like a child and coaxed and deceived him.

Xie Lang thought about it and secretly clenched his fists.

-

When he went to court today, Wen Hemian suddenly had an idea and assigned Xie Lang a few more questions. After he finished grading them, he realized it was already dark.

Perhaps because they were getting familiar with each other, Xie Lang was less reluctant and finally tried to persuade her to stay: "It's getting late, you should stay in the palace tonight."

Wen Hemian glanced at him with a smile, feeling that he had finally made some progress in raising his cubs, and agreed, "Okay, thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty."

She was beautiful, and had a very nice smile. She was gentle and kind, and didn't look like a man at all. Whenever Xie Lang saw her, he felt that his dark thoughts were exposed.

He said stubbornly: "I am not concerned about you, I am just worried that you can't leave the palace."

"Got it." Wen Hemian said, "Lai Xi has prepared a midnight snack in the side hall, go eat something before going to sleep."

Xie Lang always eats one meal and skips the next. He has a bad stomach and needs to eat small and frequent meals to keep healthy.

Xie Lang nodded modestly.

Wen Hemian accompanied him.

Unexpectedly, when turning around the corridor, an accident happened!

Someone jumped up from the bushes, with a cold white blade, and rushed towards Wen Hemian with a clang.

In an instant, Xie Lang felt his mind go blank, and his pupils shrank sharply: "...Master, be careful!"