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

Chapter 19 "Jiang Lanye, you bastard!"

As soon as she said it, Xichun almost bit her tongue.

Her words were clearly more suspicious. Song Yi was unable to move easily, and as a palace maid, she should have gone in to serve her.

Jiang Lanye's eyes had turned completely cold, and Xichun dared not stop him any longer, silently walking away to the side.

She spoke so loudly outside just now, Cai Nu must have heard it all.

Jiang Lanye pushed the door open directly.

There was no one on the chair.

His aura suddenly turned somber. He took a few steps inside, turned his head, and his pupils instantly contracted.

Song Yi sat at the dressing table, her back to Jiang Lanye, her clothes half off, revealing her rounded shoulders and fair, smooth back.

The thin red string that belonged to her bellyband was loosely tied around her waist, making her slender waist appear even whiter and more dazzling.

Hearing the noise, Song Yi clutched her chest, turned around, and then exclaimed in surprise.

"His Majesty!"

Jiang Lanye was unusually flustered. He quickly turned around and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Song Yi exhaled and quickly pulled her dress up to cover herself, saying, "This concubine is changing."

"Why not let the palace maids outside help you?"

Song Yi whispered, "Because...this concubine is shy."

Hearing her slightly trembling voice, Jiang Lanye closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Just now, her delicate skin was on full display; all I could see when I closed my eyes was the red rope around her waist.
He had only glanced at her once, but he felt that her body resembled the person in his memory.

However, he didn't look closely.

When Jiang Lanye spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse: "Can you change it yourself?"

Actually, it's not possible.

Song Yi forced a smile and said, "How about we let Xichun in?"

Jiang Lanye gave a short "hmm," strode out, looked at Xichun, and said, "Go in and help her change."

After Song Yi changed her clothes, Jiang Lanye went in again.

He suddenly asked, "Isn't it uncomfortable to wear a veil all the time?"

Song Yi immediately replied, "I'm used to it. I've worn it since I was a child. If I don't wear it, I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Lanye frowned imperceptibly.

He always felt that Song Yi was not behaving himself in the Zichen Palace. Since there weren't many memorials today, Eunuch Cao took them all.

It was a rare occasion for Jiang Lanye to sit in the Zichen Palace.

It seems that as long as Song Yi is by his side, he can ignore those old things and won't feel sad.

Unable to move, Song Yi stared blankly, idly playing with her old jewelry.

Only then did she realize that everything Jiang Lanye had given her was of the highest quality.

Jiang Lanye was sullen; once he started reviewing memorials, he acted as if no one else existed.

Song Yi's back ached from sitting, and after a moment's hesitation, she stood up, supporting herself on the table.

Then, Jiang Lanye picked up his pen and was about to write when he suddenly heard a few strange "thump thump thump" sounds.

He lifted his eyelids and saw Song Yi standing on one leg, stubbornly and laboriously hopping over his table step by step.

Jiang Lanye: "."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak up.

"What are you doing?!"

Song Yi was startled by his voice, her body swayed, and she was about to lose her balance and fall when Jiang Lanye swiftly and decisively flipped over the table in front of her, strode over, and picked her up. His face was dark, and he stared expressionlessly at the woman in his arms, as if demanding an explanation.

Song Yi felt a little embarrassed, but she was also afraid that she would fall, so she could only wrap her arms tightly around his neck.

She could even feel Jiang Lanye's breath, which gently brushed against her forehead, making it incredibly itchy.

"I'm tired of sitting, I'd like to lie down on the couch."

Jiang Lanye scoffed: "So?"

Song Yi looked somewhat bewildered. "So... this concubine just wanted to jump over there."

"What use am I?"

Song Yi muttered in a low voice, "His Majesty is reviewing memorials, and I dare not disturb him."

Recalling her comical hopping on one leg just now, Jiang Lanye chuckled and said, "So you didn't disturb me just now, did you?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Song Yi remained silent.

Jiang Lanye, with a stern face, strode to the bedside, bent down, and laid her down.

Song Yi's hand was also injured. She had already felt awkward when drawing the scar earlier, and now, out of fear, she instinctively reached out to support herself on the bed. Then she suddenly cried out and almost fell onto the bed.

Jiang Lanye didn't expect her to do this suddenly. He wasn't prepared and was kicked in the knee, causing him to fall down.

Song Yi's long, black hair was spread out messily on the pillow.

Just as Jiang Lanye was about to press down on her, he raised his hand to brace himself against the bedsheets.

The two were so close that their noses almost touched, and at that moment, they could hear each other's heartbeats clearly.

Song Yi blinked and raised her hand to push Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye felt a slight resistance against his chest. He remained expressionless, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Yi's left wrist, easily lifting it above her head.

Song Yi: !
Her eyes widened and she said quickly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I am still injured. It is not the right time for me to serve you."

Jiang Lanye was inexplicably irritated and stood up abruptly, saying, "You just kicked me."

Song Yi guiltily looked away. "Really?"

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "From now on, no matter what I do, you are not allowed to push me away."

Song Yi nodded and deliberately said, "This concubine will not push Your Majesty away. After all, Your Majesty's heart is still with the former Imperial Concubine, and he certainly has no interest in this concubine at all."

Jiang Lanye looked at her again, displeased, and said, "Who told you that I have her in my heart?"

Song Yi's lips twitched slightly.

"If His Majesty says no, then no."

Jiang Lanye turned to look at the memorials. Song Yi got into bed, feeling exceptionally comfortable. He rolled around on the bed a couple of times and then tried to slowly lift his legs up.

Later, after she had played enough, she fell asleep without even wrapping herself in a blanket.

This was the scene Jiang Lanye saw after finishing processing the memorials.

She was sleeping soundly, her breathing even.

Jiang Lanye lowered his eyes, his feelings complicated, and sat there, staring at her in a daze.

Song Yi doesn't dream when she sleeps, neither good dreams nor nightmares.

But today, unexpectedly, she had a nightmare.

And this nightmare was related to Jiang Lanye.

In her dream, Jiang Lanye dragged her and threw her into an ice cellar where ice was stored. He then ordered the door to be closed tightly. No matter how much she pounded on the door and begged for mercy, Jiang Lanye just stood outside indifferently, listening to her pleas without feeling sorry for her.

Almost frozen to death, she huddled in a corner, her teeth chattering, and cursed through gritted teeth, "Jiang Lanye, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)