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

Chapter 261 The Biggest Concession
Jiang Lanye said indifferently, "What to eat and how to eat it are all up to the imperial physician. Too much supplementation is not good either."

After saying that, he looked at Song Yi: "Moreover, during this period, it is most important for Consort Yun to be happy, so the most important thing to do is to cook what she likes to eat."

Song Yi glanced at the Empress Dowager, feeling uneasy.

Even though she had been in the palace for so long, she still felt somewhat at a loss when she saw the mother and son interacting.

"Mother, since you just said that the first three months are unstable, I think we should hold the coronation ceremony after three months when the pregnancy is stable."

Empress Dowager: "."

Her emotions were volatile today, with good news followed by bad news.

The person she loved most was still Consort Ning.

Seeing that the Empress Dowager remained silent, Jiang Lanye was unaffected by her presence.

"At that time, all the civil and military officials should be watching. I will write the imperial edict to confer the title of Empress and hand over the Phoenix Seal to Consort Yun in front of everyone."

The Empress Dowager held back for a moment: "But Consort Yun has no family background."

"But she now has an heir to the throne, and I know who Mother Empress has chosen."

"Your subject will never touch her, and she will never get pregnant. For Mother Empress, imperial offspring are far more important than family background, aren't they?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Empress Dowager.

Jiang Lanye knew the Empress Dowager well, and sure enough, when he said the last sentence, the Empress Dowager froze and looked at Song Yi's belly.

She ultimately said nothing and turned away.

Jiang Lanye knew that this was the biggest concession she could make.

Song Yi looked at Jiang Lanye and asked seriously, "Has the Empress Dowager agreed or not?"

"I want to make you my empress; I don't need anyone else's permission."

He reached out and gently wiped Song Yi's lips with his finger: "Is it bitter? Would you like a candied fruit?"

"Half a day has passed, it's not so bad anymore."

Jiang Lanye paused for a moment, then asked, "Really?"

"Really."

"I don't believe it."

Before Song Yi could react, he leaned over, and the moment their lips met, Song Yi seemed to taste the bitterness of the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine again.

Jiang Lanye gently bit her lower lip and chuckled, "Little liar, you're clearly still suffering."

Song Yi's ears burned, and she pushed against his chest, only to have him grab her wrist.

"Mother is gone." He kissed her lips again, still wanting more. "What's there to be shy about?"

Song Yi glared at him, then leaned in and bit his lip.

Jiang Lanye pulled her into his arms and said, "Be good. I'm feeling terrible right now, so all I can do is kiss you."

I feel inexplicably wronged.

Song Yi suppressed a laugh: "Well, then I'll be more understanding of you."

"I'll be more understanding towards you."

"You really want to understand me?"

Jiang Lanye saw that she was unusually excited and knew that she wanted to go out again.

"It's hot now, you need to use an umbrella when you go out."

Song Yi glanced outside the door: "No need, the sun doesn't seem that bright."

"No."

"What's not working?"

Jiang Lanye glanced at her and said, "You got sunburned, it pains me."

After a while, Jiang Lanye held up an umbrella, sheltering her in its shadow, and led her outside.

News of Song Yi's pregnancy spread quickly, and when she went out, the palace servants outside the hall couldn't help but look at her.

It wasn't just Jiang Lanye and Song Yi who imagined the future; they did too. But they were even more curious about how beautiful their future child would have to be to be worthy of Jiang Lanye and Song Yi's faces.

At this moment, inside Yiyue Palace.

Consort Ning was taking a nap on the couch when the sound of a palace maid rushing in startled her awake.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Your Majesty, news just came from the Imperial Hospital: the Noble Consort...she's pregnant!" "What?!"

Consort Ning was so surprised that she was speechless. She sat up abruptly, her whole body stiff.

"How could this be? What about the Empress's position?"

The palace maid shook her head: "This servant doesn't know either."

Consort Ning immediately threw off the covers and stood up: "Come with me to see the Empress Dowager."

"Yes."

Consort Ning hurried to Yongshou Palace, where the Empress Dowager was excitedly instructing the imperial physician to do his best to care for the imperial fetus.

She stood outside the door and heard the Empress Dowager's words; her heart sank.

Consort Ning forced a smile and went inside.

"See the Queen Mother."

When the Empress Dowager saw that it was her, she immediately lowered her voice and said gently to the imperial physician, "Alright, you can go now."

"Wei Chen retire."

Consort Ning slowly walked up to the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager stared at her.

Consort Ning specially styled her hair in an elegant round bun and wore a lake-blue dress today.

Her clothes were embroidered with delicate orchid patterns on the collar and cuffs, and a moon-white silk sash was tied around her waist, making her look composed yet graceful.

Looking at her elegant attire, the Empress Dowager sighed silently.

In truth, she still favored Consort Ning the most.

You are dressed very simply today.

"When I come to see the Empress Dowager, I certainly dare not dress in a flashy manner."

She gave a faint "hmm," and said, "You've heard about Consort Yun's pregnancy, haven't you?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet."

The Empress Dowager waved her hand: "You don't need to go. Consort Yun also needs to rest and recuperate now."

Consort Ning bit her lower lip and asked directly, "Empress Dowager, is His Majesty planning to make Consort Gui the Empress?"

"Yes."

She immediately knelt on the ground: "Empress Dowager, you promised me what you said before."

The Empress Dowager looked at her, a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Consort Ning, I have no way to do anything about this. Imperial heirs are the most precious. She is currently pregnant, favored, and has a higher rank than you. There is really no reason not to make her the Empress, but instead to make you the Empress."

A hint of resentment flashed in Consort Ning's eyes: "But she has no parents and no influence in the previous dynasty."

"But she has children."

The Empress Dowager interrupted her directly: "Unless you can also have a child, the imperial heir is the most precious thing now. So what if she doesn't have a good family background?"

Consort Ning trembled, and asked in a trembling voice, "When does Your Majesty plan to hold the coronation ceremony for the Empress?"

"Once the pregnancy is stable, the ceremony will naturally take place."

The Empress Dowager was a little tired, and she didn't know how to tell Consort Ning: "You should go back first, I'm a bit tired."

Consort Ning stood up and walked away, looking utterly dejected.

She's pregnant.
Since Consort Yun had been back for so long without getting pregnant, she thought there might be something wrong with Consort Yun.

As a concubine, she naturally knew that the Empress Dowager had been hoping for a grandson all these years.

This child has come at just the right time.

Song Yi looked at the swing, carefully sat down, and saw Jiang Lanye smiling. She said, somewhat annoyed:
"What are you laughing at? I'm just being cautious. I always feel like I'm carrying a treasure inside me, and it might break if I'm not careful."

She didn't dare to swing on the swing; she just sat there with her legs dangling casually.

Jiang Lanye suddenly lifted his robe and knelt down in front of Song Yi. He didn't care at all that the dragon robe fell to the ground and was covered in dust.

When did those weeds get on your shoes?

He grabbed Song Yi's ankle and carefully removed it.

He looked up at Song Yi sitting on the swing, a posture that softened his usually sharp features.

(End of this chapter)