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

Chapter 311 Jealous of Oneself

He raised his hand to his forehead, his brows furrowing tightly in obvious pain.

Seeing this, Song Yi hugged him nervously: "Jiang Lanye! Did you remember something? I really didn't lie to you!"

Jiang Lanye was in so much pain that he could barely stand. Song Yi quickly helped him sit down and gently massaged his temples until he calmed down.

He breathed heavily, looked at the ring on his finger again, and finally believed Song Yi's words.

However, he still found it unbelievable.

How could someone like him actually win Song Yi's heart, actually fall in love with her, and even have a grand imperial wedding?
"What should I do?"

His voice was hoarse.

Song Yi was somewhat pleased to see that he had come to his senses, and quickly explained, "You might not understand if I say too much. We were harmed by others and should have died under the ruins, but in the end I had no choice but to use your memories to give us a chance to live, but we only have three days."

".What?"

"Within three days, you must recall the memories of the past two years."

After saying that, her voice became hoarse, and she sounded somewhat aggrieved: "Jiang Lanye, I don't want to die. You even said you wanted the whole world to know that I am your wife."

Jiang Lanye opened his mouth, "I will try my best to remember."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the Empress Dowager hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in.

She had vaguely heard noises coming from inside and was very anxious. Now that there was no more noise, she couldn't help but rush in, fearing that Jiang Lanye might do something impulsive.

Song Yi glanced at the Empress Dowager, then looked at the still-fading handprint on Jiang Lanye's cheek, and guiltily looked away.

The Empress Dowager clearly didn't notice, but looked Song Yi up and down and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm going to be driven crazy by the two of you."

Song Yi said helplessly, "Empress Dowager, His Majesty's memory must be restored as soon as possible in the next two days."

The Empress Dowager frowned: "But the imperial physician said that problems with memory cannot be rushed. The more you rush, the more likely something will go wrong. The most urgent task is to find out who harmed you. The pavilion was perfectly fine when it was built. It couldn't have collapsed for no reason."

Song Yi nodded: "That may be true, but the most urgent thing now is to restore His Majesty's memory. Of course, I cannot explain this matter, but please trust me, Your Majesty. I would never harm His Majesty."

Seeing the determination in Song Yi's eyes, the Empress Dowager knew that she would not harm Jiang Lanye. After struggling for a while, she had no choice but to give in: "Alright, I will listen to you."

To give Jiang Lanye a quieter environment, everyone dispersed for the time being.

Song Yi turned her head and found him staring straight at her.

She saw a hint of contradiction in Jiang Lanye's eyes; he seemed to be struggling against something.

Song Yi understood that, to him, he was someone who had suddenly reappeared after disappearing for three years, so his violent and possessive desires were at play. However, he was also willing to believe that he had lost two years of his memory.

So, while forcing himself to calm down, he couldn't help but want to tie Song Yi up.

Song Yi slowly walked over: "Jiang Lanye, shall we try to restore his memories next?"

"Ah."

Song Yi bit her lip, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Actually, this is something that's not convenient to show, but these are probably the most profound memories she has of Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Song Yi, having nothing to lose, pulled him up and led him toward the dragon bed.

All the previous designs and materials were brought to life through Song Yi's efforts alone.

After a while, she lay down to the side, panting, and asked, "Did you remember anything?"

Jiang Lanye looked at her intently: "I remember."

She sat up abruptly: "Where?"

"When you sat on my lap just now, I felt..."

"Okay, shut up."

Song Yi immediately covered his mouth, "You can keep it to yourself, there's no need to say it out loud."

"Hmm." Song Yi began to think about what else could achieve an immediate effect when suddenly an arm reached out from behind her. Before she could react, Jiang Lanye hugged her from behind.

His hands began to wander restlessly over her body: "Actually, the best way to recover your memory is to do the things you did in the past again."

"Don't give me that, I'm pregnant right now."

Jiang Lanye froze.

He had completely forgotten about that.

Song Yi remembered something, stood up, and took out the little dress she had sewn herself: "Come and see, isn't this dress pretty? I made it myself."

Jiang Lanye carefully reached out and took it, then paused, "So small?"

Song Yi couldn't help but say, "That's exactly what you said last time."

Jiang Lanye didn't react.

Song Yi was disappointed and took it back, then took out the nightgown she had made herself.

"Look at this nightgown, I embroidered this dragon pattern stitch by stitch."

Jiang Lanye took it and suddenly reached out and gripped it tightly.

"what happened?"

"Song Yi".

His eyes suddenly turned as dark as ink.

"Ok?"

Song Yi felt inexplicably afraid.

"The one you love is not me."

".ah?"

"You love Jiang Lanye, who has been with you for two years, but I am not him. I have no memory of him. This nightgown is only for him."

Song Yi: "."

She finally understood what was causing Jiang Lanye's strange emotions.

For him, he was listening to her recount the story of the past two years as an observer, and it seemed as if Jiang Lanye and he were not the same person during those two years.

So he was jealous.

Song Yi tossed her nightgown aside and obediently sat on his lap, hugging him: "The person I love is Jiang Lanye. There is only one person in this world named Jiang Lanye."

Jiang Lanye pursed his lips, still feeling displeased.

"But Jiang Lanye is too jealous, sometimes he even gets jealous of himself."

She chuckled and stroked Jiang Lanye's cheek: "Don't you think so?"

Jiang Lanye turned his head to one side with a cold face: "The Jiang Lanye you love is the one who treated you gently for the past two years and has all your memories, not me."

"Then why don't you treat me well?"

Song Yi looked at him with her wet eyes, "Do you really want to kill me? Even if you lost twenty years of memories and became a child, I would still love you.

After saying that, she leaned in to comfort him, kissing his forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin, and then gently biting his prominent Adam's apple.

He trembled slightly.

Are you jealous of yourself?

Jiang Lanye remained silent.

"Do you want to know how Jiang Lanye has treated me over the past two years?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and after a few moments of struggle, he said, "If you want to, tell me."

(End of this chapter)