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

Chapter 32 Massaging Her
Song Yi was taken aback, not understanding Jiang Lanye's meaning.

Jiang Lanye repeated, "Come closer."

Song Yi slowly moved over, her foot brushing against his nightgown at his calf, accidentally catching it. She quickly stopped and held her breath, observing Jiang Lanye's expression.

He simply stared intently at Song Yi, without saying anything more.

Song Yi felt relieved and awkwardly moved to his side, pressing her body against his.

Finally, she warmed up, and her eyes narrowed, looking quite content.

Jiang Lanye looked at her as she rested on his pillow and said softly, "I haven't slept well for several days. Behave yourself tonight and don't move around."

Song Yi curled up silently again, thinking to herself that she couldn't control herself from falling asleep either.

It was rare for Eunuch Cao to see someone by Jiang Lanye's side again. His feelings were complicated, so he quickly drew the curtains and extinguished the candles.

After the hall fell into darkness, Song Yi quickly relaxed, her body went limp, and she quietly pressed herself against Jiang Lanye, greedily and pitifully absorbing that little bit of heat.

She smelled really good, and Jiang Lanye turned his head away slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps because she was too comfortable leaning against him, Song Yi quickly fell asleep.

She raised her arm and placed it on Jiang Lanye's waist, half-embracing him, her face brushing against his neck, her warm breath falling into the crook of his neck.

Jiang Lanye felt an unusual itch on his neck and for a moment wondered why he had asked her to come and warm his dragon bed.

However, feeling her closeness filled me with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

It was as if something had been lost and then found again.

Jiang Lanye had thought he would have a peaceful night, so he indulged the weariness that was creeping into his body and slowly closed his eyes.
"what!"

She didn't know what time it was when Song Yi was suddenly awakened by pain. Her calf was cramping, and the pain abruptly woke her from her sleep.

She gave a short cry, sat up, and could vaguely see Jiang Lanye's brows furrow in the moonlight.

She reached under the covers and kneaded her calves with difficulty.

The blanket moved with her movements.

Jiang Lanye was eventually woken up.

He opened his sleepy eyes, first looking at the dark night outside the window, then seeing Song Yi sit up inexplicably, occasionally gasping for breath.

Jiang Lanye:
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat up as well.

Sensing the rustling behind her, Song Yi, with tears welling in her eyes and enduring the pain, turned to look at Jiang Lanye.

"Your Majesty, you're awake."

Jiang Lanye stared at her, his eyes still stinging with sleepiness.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was hoarse and slightly nasal as he leaned close to her ear and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The voice in my ear was particularly alluring, with a touch of languidness.

Song Yi felt numb on one side of her body, and her ears felt unusually hot. She murmured softly, "My calf is cramping."

After a brief silence, Song Yi thought Jiang Lanye would blame her for waking him up, but unexpectedly another rustling sound came.

Her calf was enveloped by a warm, large hand. Jiang Lanye groped around for a moment, touched her hand, and then asked, "Is it here?"

Song Yi felt as if she had been burned and quickly let go, her back pressed against his broad, warm chest.

".yes."

Jiang Lanye didn't say anything more, but naturally raised his other arm, encircled her waist, and pulled her closer to him, slowly massaging her calves with his palm.

"You've always been like this."

He blurted out those words out of nowhere.

Song Yi immediately turned her head to look at him, but the night was too dark to see his expression clearly.

However, it was clear that, under the influence of drowsiness, Jiang Lanye mistook her for Consort Yun. Although he wasn't entirely wrong.
He applied just the right amount of pressure, and his entire palm could cover the soft calf. He patiently kneaded it for a long time until the pain completely disappeared.

Song Yi moved her legs and said, "It's done."

Jiang Lanye gave a soft "hmm," then suddenly rested his chin on her slender shoulder, tightened his arms, pulled her close, and pressed his entire body against hers.

too close.

So close that Jiang Lanye's heartbeat was exceptionally clear.

Song Yi couldn't tell who was making that deafening heartbeat, but suddenly felt that Jiang Lanye really relied on Consort Yun.

She raised her hand and made the exact same gesture as before.

She turned her head to the side, reached out and gently stroked his cheek, as if petting a spoiled animal, and said softly, "Go back to sleep, it's alright."

The two lay back down, but Jiang Lanye's arm remained firmly in place.

The next morning.

Still remembering her mission, Song Yi opened her eyes with difficulty, only to find that Jiang Lanye had woken up earlier than her.

Song Yi couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Why are you awake so early?"

His eyes were exceptionally clear at this moment as he looked at Song Yi, his tone mocking:
"Who will serve me, or I will serve you?"

It seems he hasn't forgotten what happened last night.

Song Yi felt a little guilty and said dryly, "This concubine didn't want to either."

Jiang Lanye gave a sneer with an ambiguous meaning.

"Didn't you say you were going to wake me up?"

Song Yi couldn't help but defend herself again: "Even if I woke up early, Your Majesty suddenly woke up even earlier than usual, so..."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her but didn't say anything more.

He woke up early and lay on the couch in a daze.

Last night, he seemed to have briefly seen Consort Yun and Song Yi.

Song Yi reached out and poked him with her finger.

"Would Your Majesty like to get up now? May I assist you in changing your clothes?"

Jiang Lanye said calmly, "No need."

Song Yi lay back down, her eyes sparkling, and asked expectantly, "May I visit His Majesty's study today?"

Jiang Lanye keenly sensed that the study seemed to be something she cared about a lot.

So he deliberately said meanly, "Not today, because you didn't behave well last night."

Song Yi was speechless for a moment, knowing that she still had to coax him. She racked her brains for a moment and asked, "How about I make breakfast for Your Majesty?"

Jiang Lanye recalled the first time they dined together, how she tirelessly traversed the entire table to pick out dishes he didn't like, and said with a heavy heart, "You..."

Song Yi immediately stood up and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will prepare breakfast."

Jiang Lanye stood up and casually said, "Whatever you want."

She can do whatever she wants; Jiang Lanye wants to see what other tricks she has up her sleeve.

"If Your Majesty is satisfied, may I go and read the book?"

She persisted in asking.

Jiang Lanye mumbled, "I'll try it first and then we'll talk."

After Jiang Lan left that night, Song Yi rubbed her hair and was about to put on her shoes and socks when she recalled the warm touch from the previous night, and her cheeks flushed again.

How come she never noticed before that she blushes so easily?
Still thinking about Jiang Lanye's study, Song Yi, who had difficulty walking, took a palanquin to the imperial kitchen.

(End of this chapter)