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

Chapter 266 Don't rest your head on his lap

Hearing her say that, Jiang Lanye also felt it was somewhat ugly.

"I'm not familiar with it yet, but I'll learn it better with more practice later."

Song Yi looked at him seriously: "To do this well on your first try is already very impressive. Did someone help you?"

Recalling the mess in the imperial kitchen, Jiang Lanye looked away: "Nothing."

Song Yi smiled again and reached out to wipe the flour off his cheeks.

"That's really impressive."

"Ah."

He watched as Song Yi slowly finished the bowl of noodles, and he was somewhat pleased, since she hadn't eaten much during the day.

After putting down her chopsticks, Song Yi patted her lower abdomen. "I don't dare to think about how much I'll have to eat in the future. I'll have to eat for two people."

Jiang Lanye pulled her over and gently brushed her nose against his finger: "I can feed you as much as you want."

Day two.

The palace servants had packed up all their belongings.

Song Yi was forcibly dragged awake by Jiang Lanye. She clung to Jiang Lanye's back like a koala, intending to hug his shoulders, but in her drowsy state, she ended up wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her throat was suddenly tightened, but Jiang Lanye calmly pulled her hand away.

"Get up first, go to the carriage and sleep there."

Song Yi gave a vague reply, "What time is it?"

Jiang Lanye glanced out the window; it was still dark, and the sun hadn't risen yet.

Since we're in a hurry, the sooner the better.

It's almost Chenshi (7-9 AM).

Song Yi jolted awake, immediately looked up, and then, seeing the pitch-black sky outside, kicked Jiang Lanye without hesitation.

As the two boarded the carriage, Eunuch Cao hurried over.

"Your Majesty, your decree was issued suddenly yesterday. There are still many palaces that are not ready. It is estimated that the departure time will be later than expected."

Song Yi leaned on Jiang Lanye's shoulder and yawned after hearing what Eunuch Cao said: "Then should we wait here for others?"

Jiang Lanye casually lifted the curtain: "Consort Yun is pregnant and should not travel too much. My carriage will go first, and they can follow later."

"Yes."

It was the exact same scene again.

Recalling the last time they went to the palace, their relationship wasn't this close. Along the way, she even got angry because Jiang Lanye wouldn't let her look at the scenery outside.

Now it's different. She's already seen it, so she enjoys the feeling of sleeping in Jiang Lanye's arms even more.

Seeing that her eyelids were about to stick together, Jiang Lanye chuckled: "You seem to have been a little too sleepy these past two days."

Song Yi mumbled, "The imperial physician said this is normal."

"Then you can lean on me and sleep."

Their carriage was spacious enough, and Song Yi gestured for Jiang Lanye to sit on the far side, then leaned back and rested her head on his lap.

Jiang Lanye froze.

Song Yi's soft body rested on his lap without any defense, the faint fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose.

She seemed to still feel uncomfortable, so she snuggled closer to him, her cheek unconsciously pressed against his taut abdomen.

"Song Yi." His voice suddenly became low and hoarse, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

But the person in his arms was already asleep, breathing evenly. Long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his lips were slightly parted, his warm breath gently brushing against the fabric of his clothes around his waist.

Jiang Lanye closed his eyes.

Song Yi slept soundly the whole way, but it tormented Jiang Lanye, who had to stay tense and dared not relax.

But after the carriage had been traveling for an unknown amount of time, it suddenly lurched.

In a daze, Song Yi reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, moving even closer.

Jiang Lanye: "."

There was a thin blanket in the carriage. Jiang Lanye pulled the blanket over without hesitation and then ruthlessly pulled Song Yi off his lap. She showed a dissatisfied expression, and before she could wake up, he wrapped her and the blanket tightly together.

Song Yi finally opened her eyes and asked with dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?" Jiang Lanye pressed her onto his shoulder and gently scolded, "Sleep well."

Song Yi leaned reluctantly against his shoulder: "Fine, I'll sleep then, why are you being so mean?"

Seeing that she slowly closed her eyes again, Jiang Lanye let out a breath.

But after sleeping for a short while, Song Yi felt uncomfortable. His shoulders were hard and firm, and they were digging into her face, making her feel uncomfortable. She thought it would be better to lie down and use his legs as a pillow.

So she slapped Jiang Lanye's arm with her paw, signaling him to let go of her.

Jiang Lanye had no choice but to let her go for the time being, and helplessly watched as she rested her head on his lap again.

Forget it.

I do not know how long it has been.

When Song Yi woke up again, the carriage had stopped under the shade of a willow tree. The faint chirping of cicadas around her was a bit noisy. As soon as she opened her eyes, she met Jiang Lanye's resentful gaze.

He rarely showed that kind of look in his eyes. Song Yi paused, then sat up straight with some confusion, looking at him.

"what happened to you?"

"From now on, you are not allowed to sleep with your head on my lap."

He only said this one sentence.

Song Yi was taken aback: "Why? You rested your head on my lap before, what did I say?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

Song Yi glared at him.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time. Seeing that a small flame had appeared in Song Yi's eyes, Jiang Lanye grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over.

Song Yi: "."

She turned and ran, as if fleeing for her life, wanting to get down immediately.

Seeing this, Jiang Lanye immediately reached out his arm and pulled her back into his arms.

"What are you running for?"

"No. There are people all over here. What do you want to do?"

"What did I say I wanted to do?"

He raised an eyebrow, staring at Song Yi's bright red ears with a playful expression.

Song Yi's eyes darted away: "Then why aren't you going down?"

"Wait a while before raining; let me catch my breath."

".OK."

So Song Yi quickly sat on the other side of the carriage, without making contact with him, closed her eyes, and began to silently recite to him:
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

Jiang Lanye rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"Stop reading it."

Song Yi blinked innocently and looked at him.

"Come here, let me hold you for a while."

Song Yi looked at him warily.

Seeing that she refused to come over and instead shrank back, Jiang Lanye's eyes darkened.

The look of helplessness that had just been on her face instantly froze.

He tapped his slender fingers twice on his knee, and the pressure around him suddenly dropped: "Song Yi."

The call was extremely soft, yet it sent a chill down Song Yi's spine.

Before she could react, the sleeve of the dragon robe suddenly flashed past her eyes, and Jiang Lanye leaned over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back.

Song Yi stumbled into his arms, her nose bumping against his hard chest.

She looked up and met Jiang Lanye's deep eyes. "Be good."

He gripped Song Yi's neck as a warning. She shrank back, knowing that Jiang Lanye could be domineering and persistent when they were close, so she did not resist.

(End of this chapter)