Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 157 Mental and physical exhaustion
She had been muttering like this for the past two days, and even though Jiang Lanye didn't react, Song Yi always felt that he could hear her, so she couldn't help but keep talking to him.

The weather was unusually cold today, and the tent was prone to drafts, so she brought in charcoal. The military doctors wanted to help her, but Song Yi refused.

Occasionally, Eunuch Cao and Xichun would come in to help her and keep her company, so Song Yi wouldn't be too bored. Most of the time, she would just stay with Jiang Lanye like this.

"Your Majesty, I've cooked you a bowl of noodles. Please eat it while it's hot."

Song Yi responded and turned to see Xi Chun enter. She exclaimed in surprise, "It's on again? It wasn't on when I came in."

Xichun put down the noodles and said helplessly, "Yes, the snow has been falling non-stop these past few days."

Song Yi frowned and brushed the snow off her clothes, murmuring, "In such terrible weather, I don't know if General Xie and the others will succeed."

Even though it's called a night raid, it's impossible to just choose any night to rush over; most of the time, it's necessary to lie in wait.

Xi Chun sighed silently and said, "We can only worry here. Ever since His Majesty fell down, I have clearly felt that the atmosphere in the entire military camp has changed. Everyone's face is extremely solemn. I suppose there are many thorny issues waiting for Jiang Lanye to handle."

At this point, Song Yi glanced at Jiang Lanye with mixed feelings.

In just two days, Song Yi felt that he had lost a lot of weight.

The injury he suffered this time was so severe that it felt like all the blood in his body had been drained away. Even now, his face is still frighteningly pale.

Song Yi could only feed him porridge, and it had to be very thin porridge.

Xichun was also a little sad, but she didn't want to show it in front of Song Yi. "Your Majesty, please eat this noodle."

"it is good."

She responded, picked up the noodles, and numbly stuffed them into her mouth.

She can't taste anything when she eats now; she just stuffs food into her mouth one bite at a time to stay alive.

In the afternoon, Jiang Lanye needed to have his dressing changed again. Song Yi couldn't bear to watch, so she took Xichun and went outside.

The snow outside was exceptionally cold. Song Yi squatted down, picked up a dry twig, and wrote the three characters "Jiang Lan Ye" on the flat snow.

Upon seeing these three words, Song Yi was stunned, as if she hadn't written them herself.

She felt like she was in a daze the whole time. When she opened her eyes, she thought of Jiang Lanye, and when she closed her eyes, she dreamed of Jiang Lanye.

Song Yi recalled the time in the palace when Jiang Lanye celebrated his birthday. She had sculpted a small clay figure for him. Now, so much time had passed, she wondered if the figure had dried out and was about to crack.

Xichun couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, please stand up. Your skirt is wet with snow."

Song Yi didn't say anything, but reached out and scooped up a handful of snow.

If Jiang Lanye saw this, he definitely wouldn't let her play.

She really didn't know what she could do, and whenever she was quiet, she would start having wild thoughts.

So for the past two days, she's been doing all sorts of boring things.

I sculpted a snowman, fed the carrier pigeons, watched the soldiers patrolling outside, and numbly counted the number of footprints in the snow.

She seemed to have become a withered flower; as winter fully descended, her soul was buried deep in the cold white snow, never to escape again.

Song Yi made two snowballs, one big and one small, and connected them together. Then she picked up some pebbles to use as eyes before standing up. Even though her hands were frozen red, she didn't feel them at all.

She carried the little snowman back, just as the military doctor inside finished changing Jiang Lanye's bandages and came out.

Song Yi immediately looked at them with expectant eyes and asked, "How did it go?"

"The good news is that His Majesty's wound is slowly healing. As long as he doesn't move around and tear the wound, it won't bleed anymore. However, the wound wasn't cleaned properly at the beginning, and it might get infected in the next couple of days. Fortunately, it's a cold winter day; if it were summer, it would be much more troublesome." Song Yi was taken aback and frowned, saying, "In that case, wouldn't His Majesty be at risk of developing a fever?"

They nodded helplessly, having no choice but to trouble Song Yi again.

"Your Highness, since you have been sleeping beside His Majesty, you must carefully observe his condition tonight. If he develops a fever, please inform us."

Song Yi looked solemn and said, "Okay."

She carried the snowman inside.

The charcoal fire inside the tent was burning bright red, and in no time the snowman would melt into a puddle of water.

She sat down next to Jiang Lanye, holding the snowman in her hands, and said proudly, "Jiang Lanye, look, this is what I made. It's a bit ugly, isn't it? But I can only blame the poor conditions here. When we get back to the palace, I'm sure I can make something much better."

"You haven't touched snow this winter, have you? I can only let you touch it briefly because it's too cold."

After saying that, she took the snowman, gently rubbed it against Jiang Lanye's fingertips, and then placed it on the ground.

into the night.

Song Yi lay down next to Jiang Lanye. She had wanted to hold him while sleeping for the past two nights, but when she thought about the wound on his abdomen, she was afraid that she would press on it while she was asleep, so she had to give up.

She was holding Jiang Lanye's arm tonight when she suddenly sat up, pressed her forehead against his, and whispered, "It's not hot yet."

With a forced sense of relief, Song Yi closed her eyes.

She had a rare nightmare.

I dreamt that Jiang Lanye never woke up, that Xie Ling was defeated and fled back on horseback in a sorry state, that everything here was trampled flat by the Northern Qiang people, and that I was captured and taken to the grasslands, where I could never escape.

An hour later, Song Yi woke up.

She couldn't sleep soundly. In her drowsy state, she recalled the words the army doctor had told her, and quickly sat up and touched Jiang Lanye's forehead with her hand.

The touch startled her awake. She quickly put on her clothes and shoes and ran out.

"His Majesty is burning up; he really has a fever!"

Two people on night watch rushed in upon hearing this.

The candles inside the tent were lit, and Song Yi was able to see Jiang Lanye's expression clearly.

Her originally pale face was now exceptionally rosy, and when she touched it again, it was extremely hot.

"Your Majesty, would you please fetch a basin of cool water?"

Song Yi responded and hurriedly went out, bringing back a cup of cool water. She wet a handkerchief, folded it neatly, and placed it on Jiang Lanye's forehead.

The military doctor lifted the blanket, untied his nightgown, and peeled off the layers of white cloth to examine the wound.

Song Yi couldn't bear to watch at times like this, so she turned her head to the side, but her hand was still tightly gripping Jiang Lanye's hand.

Because Jiang Lanye suddenly developed a fever, they were up almost all night without sleep.

Song Yi dared not sleep anymore in the latter half of the night. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched his forehead every now and then.

Nighttime tends to amplify emotions, and Song Yi ultimately couldn't hold back. Two hot tears fell onto Jiang Lanye's face, then slid down his cheeks to his chin and dripped onto the pillow.

The tears he shed seemed to come from seeing Song Yi's exhausted state.

(End of this chapter)