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

Chapter 228 Extra 2: I will repay you

Qin Yi was right, they really couldn't help Jiang Wu a second time.

The capital was full of changing circumstances. After a few years, the palace underwent a drastic change. Jiang Wu unfortunately passed away. As for the once pitiful little prince, there was no news of him since then. No one knew whether he had died silently in some unknown corner.

Occasionally, when she thought about it, Wen Hemian would feel very sad, but she did not have the time to be sad. She had a lot to learn, not only the homework assigned by her teacher, but also practicing martial arts with Master Wu.

In her father's words, he didn't expect her to go to the battlefield with him in the future, but she must be able to protect herself.

The border will never be short of people, and with military power in hand, the Wen family is the biggest bargaining chip in the fight among the princes.

Although Wen Hemian has been avoiding contact with the princes, sometimes she cannot avoid going to the palace to deal with some troubles. She will be able to reach the age of 15 in two years, and it is estimated that someone has already been planning her marriage.

Unfortunately, the Wen family is not the kind of family that would trade their children. She still has her parents behind her, and no one can force her as long as she doesn't want to. Not to mention that the current emperor is a coward who is afraid of being driven off the throne by his own son.

Wen Hemian was walking in the long corridor while thinking boredly in his heart.

It had just snowed and all she could see was white. The cold wind was blowing and people were shivering. She was weak and afraid of the cold, so she shivered suddenly. She was about to quicken her pace to go out when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps. She turned the corner and almost bumped into someone.

“…Princess! Meet the Princess!”

Several palace servants recognized her identity first. After a flurry of confusion, they hurriedly saluted her and said, "Please forgive me, Princess. We were just chasing a thief and offended you accidentally..."

Wen Hemian recognized these people. They were from Concubine Shu's palace and they always acted so recklessly.

She raised her eyelids, glanced somewhere silently, and suddenly became interested. She sent away the palace servants indifferently and went behind a tree.

After a moment, he met a pair of dark eyes, and his eyebrows slightly curved: "Little thief?"

It snowed a few days ago and the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. The weather was getting colder and people were shivering all over, especially Wen Hemian. On days like this, he always wrapped himself up tightly for fear of letting in the wind.

But because of this, the child's clothes looked even thinner, wrapped up pitifully, with dust on her little face from somewhere, holding a few cakes in her hands, her dark pupils staring at her silently, like a miserable puppy.

Hearing her words, his fingers curled up in embarrassment.

This reaction is very strange.

Wen Hemian narrowed his eyes: "Have you seen me before?"

It was obvious that a child like this was very alert. After she approached, he did not make any extreme moves, nor did he escape, which was enough to show that he believed her.

So where does this belief come from?

“Yeah.” The child’s whole body tensed up, and he finally responded. He explained in a low voice, “They don’t give me food, so I have no choice but to do this.”

As if to verify his statement, the child's stomach began to growl as soon as he finished speaking. He was very hungry, but inexplicably felt embarrassed to eat in front of Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian didn't think he was a child sent to the palace. Looking at the slightly familiar features, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind: "You are... the little prince?"

It's funny to say that Emperor Shun had few children. After sending Jiang Wu and her child to the cold palace, no new children were born.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that he had taken too many medicinal pills and that these had ruined his health, but he just didn't believe it and was still dreaming of prolonging his life and achieving immortality.

He didn't care at all what kind of trouble Dazhao had become because of him.

Not to mention, Wen Hemian was a little surprised when he got the answer.

She had no intention of inquiring about these royal secrets and thought that the little guy had died long ago. Unexpectedly, he was still alive, but he didn't seem to be living a good life.

It can be expected that a child whose biological mother has passed away and who lives in the cold palace will naturally not receive much attention.

It would have been fine if the concubines in the palace had not tried to kill him, but it was definitely impossible to expect someone to bring him food. He could only find a way to fill his stomach himself.

Forced by the current situation, we should blame God rather than others.

"It turns out to be you." Wen Hemian sighed softly.

For some reason, she grabbed the child's hand, and the cold feeling made her shiver.

The child was quick to notice and was about to break free from her grasp, but she held him tighter and looked over at him in a reproachful manner: "Don't worry, I won't hand you over to them."

He pursed his lips and met those clear, smiling eyes. He was dazed for a moment and missed the best opportunity to explain that he didn't think so.

Wen Hemian brought him to her temporary residence in the palace. Occasionally, when she stayed for a long time, she would take a rest here. No one came here on weekdays.

"The cake in your hand is broken, try these?"

Wen Hemian took out some snacks that could be stored for a long time. They looked much better than the ones in his hand. The sweet taste made the hunger in his stomach even more obvious.

After all, he was young, and he met someone he knew who was showing kindness to him, so the child let go of his hands, without even bothering to wipe them clean, and went to eat the pastries she gave him. He tasted the sweetness when he put them in his mouth, and he ate one bite after another until his hunger was relieved.

It was only later that I realized that Wen Hemian was still watching.

So he raised his head stiffly, wanting to see Wen Hemian's reaction.

Wen Hemian didn't dislike it, but besides finding it funny, he also felt a little pity.

He is a prince, so young, but he lives worse than the servants in the palace.

"you……"

"What's your name?"

The latter question was asked by Wen Hemian.

Seeing this, the child stopped what he was about to say and said, "My name is Xie Lang."

"Okay, Xie Lang." The smile in Wen Hemian's eyes deepened. She handed him a handkerchief and motioned him to wipe it.

The child took the snow-white handkerchief, which was as white as a cloud. He was reluctant to dirty it and just stared at it blankly.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Hemian had to do it himself. He took the cloth and wiped it for him. It was then that he noticed that the dust on his face was not at all dust, but bruises that had not yet disappeared.

Her expression suddenly turned cold.

Xie Lang thought that was her dissatisfaction with his reaction, so he came to his senses and whispered: "You helped me twice, I will find a way to repay you in the future."

The voice is childish, but the expression is serious.

If I remember correctly, the kid is only seven years old now. It has only been less than two years since he lost his mother, and he has already learned how to struggle to survive on his own.

She sighed, "You don't have to repay me."

"This is my territory. You can rest here from now on, but be careful to avoid outsiders. I'll send the secret guards to bring you some warm clothes and blankets later..."

She said a lot, but the kid didn't relax. Instead, his expression became more serious. He was concerned about her kindness and asked hesitantly, "Why... are you so good to me?"

"Just think of it as me being kind."

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "Even if you want to repay me, you have to grow up first, right?"

Soft and gentle voice, as if coaxing someone.

The kid nodded with a red face.