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

Chapter 151 "Welcome back, my tutor."

In addition to reminiscing about the past, the conversations with the princes also included overt and covert probing. If soft tactics didn't work, hard tactics would be used. Of course, it would be best if there was no need to go to war.

"There are a few timid ones who are more open-mouthed. We can start with them."

Xie Lang was tactful and was willing to show the utmost patience and let them make the opening move to reduce the power of the feudal lords, as long as there was a precedent.

"Led by Prince Jia, the princes whose fiefdoms are located in the north have a tough attitude and are not prepared to make concessions."

"Prince Jia doesn't know... the rest is normal."

Wen Hemian said slowly: "When they were divided into different fiefdoms, they naturally lost the opportunity to enter the court. They relied on generous salaries to support their descendants, and they were used to doing nothing all day long. If they were suddenly asked to give up their profits, no one would be happy."

No one is willing to give up the money they have obtained, even if the person asking for money is the emperor.

As the price of being enfeoffed, their descendants no longer have the chance to enter the center of political power. If their salaries are reduced again, let alone what the princes will think, the children of the royal family will definitely riot.

The feudal system was hereditary, but as time went by, more and more feudal lords were given fiefs, so the cost of supporting them naturally became high. Wen Hemian remembered that the Ministry of Revenue was still crying poor to Xie Lang some time ago.

"Come to think of it, my father is also considered one of the vassal kings."

Wen Hemian touched his chin, thinking about this.

The ancestors of the Wen family fought for the empire together with the founding emperor, but their relationship was different. The wealthy Huai Ling area was divided among the Wen family, and the family was also granted special privileges, allowing the children of the Wen family to serve as officials in the court. This is why Wen Hemian, as the son of a vassal king, was able to take part in the imperial examinations.

It was set by our ancestors, and everyone thinks it is reasonable and there is no reason to question it.

Besides, everyone in the Wen family is capable and never aims too high. Being able to do things in the court would save a lot of trouble, and no one would object.

Xie Lang's heart moved: "Hanshuang is saying..."

"It's a waste to keep so many royal family members in the fiefdom. They eat white rice all day long and wait for death with their salaries." Wen Hemian carefully recalled the knowledge he learned in his previous life, and gradually became clear, "Why not open up the quota for them to serve as officials in the court, but the premise is that they have to exchange conditions."

"I think it's feasible."

Xie Lang's idea coincided with hers.

Let’s not talk about whether the royal family members serving as officials in the court will disrupt order. If this continues, supporting the royal family will be enough to bankrupt the national treasury. Specific rules and regulations can be formulated one by one later. The most difficult thing at the moment is how to convince them.

"Let Ye Zhaoxuan go. He's good at talking and knows how to lure people into a trap. And that guy..." Wen Hemian thought for a moment, "Oh, yes, the guy called Shen Changyan, we can send him over to gain some experience. The court is too stable, and he needs to be trained."

Xie Lang's sour voice came: "Master, do you still remember his name?"

What is the focus?

Wen Hemian was speechless: "I have been gone for three years, I have not lost my memory. After all, I have given him some advice. If you don't even know his name, it's really disrespectful."

Xie Lang counted on his fingers and went through the past: "So even if you didn't lose your memory, you wouldn't be willing to come back to see me."

Wen Hemian: “…”

"Why are you so entangled? You are an emperor and you have to compare yourself with others. Can you be the same as them?"

Wen Hemian had said that Xie Lang was a person who was very good at finding the key points, so when these words came out, he not only did not feel reprimanded, but was very excited, and every strand of his hair revealed his excitement.

Like a puppy whose eyes suddenly light up.

"So, in your mind, I am different from others?"

The question just now boomeranged back at him, and Xie Lang stared at her intently, with the same passion and tenderness as before.

The good mood that I had since last night continued smoothly.

Wen Hemian originally wanted to avoid this gaze, but a deeper thought urged her to do so. "...I've already said there's no comparison. But Your Majesty is indeed more important than them."

Important in every aspect.

Xie Lang whispered: "I just want you to admit it yourself, is that not okay?"

Wen Hemian was amused by his change of expression: "Okay. You are different."

She said half-jokingly, "If you were like the others, I wouldn't force myself to stay. You don't have to doubt that."

As the regulator of this world, Wen Hemian didn't believe that the system would not have a backup plan. Perhaps just like her mother said, she had been thinking about Xie Lang from the beginning.

The impulsive moment three years ago was the reason the system gave her to come back.

Although some of Xie Lang's behaviors were incomprehensible to her, from the moment she stopped resisting, she realized that she might have some different feelings for him.

Wen Hemian was not used to it. She had a very cold personality and her emotions were also very cold. Her ears almost felt hot when she heard such straightforward words.

Xie Lang was extremely happy after receiving a positive answer: "To be able to hear Han Shuang say this, I will die without regrets."

Wen Hemian frowned: "Don't talk about death, it's unlucky."

Xie Lang nodded without thinking, and suddenly changed the subject: "The way you planned and planned just now reminded me of the past... I mean, when do you want to return to the court?"

Wen Hemian hesitated: "...Why not wait for a better day?"

"also."

Xie Lang clapped his hands and chuckled, his eyes meeting hers. He then stood up, hugged her shoulders from behind, and said gently but forcefully, "Welcome back, my master."

Wen Hemian was suspicious when he saw that she agreed so readily: "I asked you to let me go back home but I refused. Why are you agreeing so quickly to go back to the court?"

"That's different."

Xie Lang only said this and didn't explain what the difference was. Wen Hemian could probably guess something and just shut up and didn't ask any more questions.

"As you wish."

The next day, Xie Lang drafted an imperial edict to announce to the world that the imperial teacher had luckily escaped death three years ago and had now returned to the capital to continue serving as the Grand Tutor with the same power as before. The emperor, thinking of her hard work, specially rewarded her with many rare treasures.

However, this man did come back and was reinstated, but everyone in the palace waited and waited, but their young lady just could not come back.

Qingyun sat on the steps with his head down. "I really miss the young lady, Uncle Lu, when do you think the young lady will come back to see us? Why won't His Majesty let her go? I told the young lady at the beginning that His Majesty had bad intentions. If I had known, I would rather not have come back..."

After she finished speaking, before she could get a reply from Uncle Lu, someone tapped her on the back of her head instead.

Qingyun turned around suddenly and saw the person she had been talking about just now appeared behind her. She was wearing a lake blue dress, with a slender figure, elegant and simple, with a teasing smile in her eyes.

"Qingyun, don't speak ill of others behind their backs, or you'll get caught."

Qingyun's eyes suddenly turned red: "Miss, you left without saying goodbye. I really missed you."

She was the daughter of a servant in the mansion and was very well-behaved. Even in this situation, she did not rush over rashly. Instead, she quickly stood up and looked him up and down to see if Wen Hemian had lost weight and whether he was living well outside.

"I miss you too." Wen Hemian looked apologetic, "Sorry."

Qingyun sobbed and shook her head. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and showed some anxiety on her face: "Why did the young lady come back? Didn't His Majesty refuse to let her go? This, this is for you..."

Wen Hemian interrupted her in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, your majesty knows."

Perhaps to confirm her words, the next second, Xie Lang appeared around the corner.

The handsome and tall emperor walked up quickly, took Wen Hemian's hand, and said in a slightly unpredictable tone: "...You didn't even wait for me."