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

Chapter 150 The Hypocritical Little Pervert

A dreamless night.

Because he went to bed late last night, it was almost noon when Wen Hemian woke up. There was no one beside him, and he felt a little warm, so he must have been up for a while.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

I always feel that I was a little possessed when I spoke last night. If Xie Lang is still by my side when I wake up, I might not know how to face him.

It's good to keep it like this.

But she slept soundly, because her return had caused a lot of noise in the capital all night.

Due to the majesty and indifference accumulated by the emperor over the years, no one dared to ask about it for the time being, but private discussions were bound to be inevitable.

As one of the initiators of the outrageous rumors, Ye Zhaoxuan was unsurprisingly besieged and blocked by the ministers. From his initial helplessness to his final collapse, he could only take responsibility and convey what Wen Hemian said to him over and over again.

"Don't worry, Lord Wen is...living well in the palace. Your Majesty will not make things difficult for Lord Wen."

"Oh, you're asking whether Lord Wen will return to the court? Of course he will return, but I don't know exactly when."

"Don't worry, everyone, just be patient. You don't trust me, but you don't trust Lord Wen?"

When the ministers who came to the palace heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

This doubt was temporarily resolved, but new doubts soon arose.

It is indeed a blessing from God that the Imperial Preceptor escaped death and came back alive. But if he came back directly, it would be fine. Why was he imprisoned in the palace by Your Majesty?

Various rumors have been flying around these days, saying that His Majesty treats the beauty who returned to the palace with great favor every night and sleeps with her in the same bed every day. It is still unknown how much of these rumors are true or false.

When we didn't know Lord Wen's identity, everyone turned a blind eye to it. But now we know that although there is no substitute between His Majesty and Lord Wen, they are actually teacher and student!

How can we sort out the relationship between them?

Everyone was unsure.

Finally, an old minister stepped forward, stroking his beard and speaking in a deep voice, "You all know your Majesty's temper. It's like a sword without a sheath, hanging over our heads. Even though your Majesty and Lord Wen are in love, it goes against common sense and morality, but it's reassuring for them to be together. Why should we keep harping on this? If things don't end well, everyone will suffer, and how long will the court be stable? Now that the prince is in Beijing, isn't it ridiculous to be so concerned about this and put the cart before the horse?"

This old minister is an academician at the Imperial College. He usually keeps a low profile, but he has many students under him. After hearing what he said, everyone thought about it and felt that it made sense.

"That's right. Now is not the time to worry about this."

"We are not the kind of people who are pedantic and inflexible. We will know what His Majesty and Lord Wen think later. Let's go, let's go!"

Only those who have personally experienced the turmoil in the court know how precious a moment of peace is.

Three years ago, Lord Wen fell off a cliff and his life or death was unknown. How many people were worried about this? Now he is back, which is good.

Ye Zhaoxuan remained silent, watching the crisis resolve silently.

Regardless of anything else, the ministers were finally willing to let him go, and after discussing this matter, they left Ye Mansion one after another.

The old minister who spoke smiled kindly at Ye Zhaoxuan, then walked out at the end.

The front hall was finally empty.

Ye Zhaoxuan's sister Ye Siyao came out from behind the screen, skipping and jumping. She was wearing emerald green clothes and looked lively and smart.

It was obvious that he had no idea how long he had been hiding and listening.

There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes: "Brother, so when I enter the court in the future, will I be able to see Lord Wen?"

If we were to say who the most admired person among women in the capital city is, it would definitely be Wen Hemian.

Especially after the opening of girls' schools, the girls took Lord Wen as their role model and worked hard to gain a place in them in exchange for the opportunity to enter the court and change their destiny.

Ye Zhaoxuan had just brought his mother and sister to the capital to settle down two years ago. Just at this time, Ye Siyao was making a fuss and said she would not get married no matter what and insisted on becoming a female official in the future. His family was open-minded, so they indulged her.

She has always done well in her studies, and with Ye Zhaoxuan's occasional guidance, her progress is rapid.

The only regret was that she could not meet Lord Wen, whom she had always wanted to meet.

Hearing her ask this again, Ye Zhaoxuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand to scratch her nose and said lovingly, "Of course you can see it, but you have to work harder and get good grades and enter the court as soon as possible, so that you can talk to others better."

Of course that’s not the case, but my younger sister is too playful and Ye Zhaoxuan is worried that her mother will work too hard because of her, so she takes the opportunity to find something for her to do.

Ye Zhaoxuan gave a deceptive smile.

The innocent little girl didn't notice the malice from her brother at all. Instead, she nodded excitedly: "I will listen to my brother and work hard!"

The deceptive smile instantly turned into relief.

It turns out that a simple sister is easier to coax.

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Not only outside the palace, but also in the palace, whether old or new, basically everyone knew Wen Hemian's true identity after last night.

In the past, His Majesty kept the truth secret, and those who knew the truth did not dare to speak out. But now, because everyone knows it, he must give more instructions to his subordinates to prevent anyone from accidentally offending Lord Wen.

Everyone has seen His Majesty's attitude. Not to mention whether his remarks are in accordance with the rules or not, Eunuch Lai Xi has already instructed that no matter what, it is absolutely right to treat her according to the standards of the Empress of the Central Palace.

Wen Hemian declined to comment.

After washing up and having dinner, she went to the imperial study to find Xie Lang.

Being an emperor is miserable. He has to be busy right after his birthday. There are not many memorials in the past two days. When Wen Hemian went there, Xie Lang was sorting out the list.

Still feeling a little awkward when seeing him, Wen Hemian paused and walked straight to his seat.

Xie Lang noticed her silent behavior, raised his eyebrows, and a smile flashed across his eyes: "I thought you would sleep a little longer."

When he woke up, Wen Hemian was still sleeping peacefully. The man who used to be as cold as the moon and indifferent and aloof in the court was now quiet and well-behaved even when he was asleep.

Xie Lang was naturally happy to admire her sleeping face, but he was a little distressed. He felt that Wen Hemian was not very wary of him and had no idea how delicious this look was in his eyes.

It just so happened that their relationship had just been repaired with great difficulty, and the young and energetic emperor had no way to relieve his sorrow as he was guarding his beloved. He just wished he could truly possess this person.

Finally he got up and ran away in a panic.

Wen Hemian had no idea how conflicted and regretful he was feeling.

But Wen Hemian vaguely felt that he was in danger - as if someone was targeting him.

However, the only person who could care about her was this hypocritical little pervert in front of her.

Wen Hemian took a deep breath and knocked on the table: "Your Majesty, tell me, what is the current situation?"