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

Chapter 355 Extra Chapter: Transmigration 5
Song Yi trembled all over. At this moment, she didn't even have the courage to look at Jiang Lanye's expression.

How could this be?
A life was lost so suddenly.

She stood there dumbfounded outside the door, watching the Emperor of the reigning dynasty stagger out, sword in hand.

A few drops of blood were splattered on the hem of his dragon robe. His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had not yet recovered from the shock. He strode away.

Only then did the palace servants dare to run in, crying out for the Empress.

Soon, two imperial physicians rushed over.

Song Yi walked in with numb steps and saw two imperial physicians kneeling in front of the Empress to check her breathing. Then, with a heavy heart, they shook their heads.

Blood stained the floor tiles, spreading across a large area. The Empress's features remained gentle, but her eyes were closed forever, never to open again.

Cries and screams rose and fell. Song Yi pushed through the noisy crowd and found Jiang Lanye, who was still curled up in a corner.

He didn't say a word, but just hugged his knees with both hands, buried his head deeply, and trembled all over.

Song Yi immediately rushed over, opened her arms and hugged him tightly, just hugging him for a very long time.

What followed was chaotic. The queen of the country died just like that. Song Yi watched as Jiang Lanye and his younger brother numbly followed the crowd out. She returned to her room and could no longer hold back her tears.

She didn't spend much time with the Empress, but even in that short time, she could tell that the Empress was an exceptionally gentle person, yet she died just like that.

Therefore, the tenderness in Jiang Lanye's heart also disappeared.

The entire palace remained silent for a whole day.

When Jiang Lanye returned at night, he had changed into white mourning clothes. He walked slowly, and his still-childish face was full of emptiness and confusion.

Song Yi hurriedly pushed open the door and ran to him, grabbing his hand: "Brother Lan Ye, are you... how are you?"

At times like this, she couldn't even offer words of comfort.

Words are useless.

Jiang Lanye's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at her. After a long while, he finally spoke, but his voice was already hoarse:
"I no longer have a mother."

With just those words, Song Yi felt a lump in her throat and hugged Jiang Lanye tightly: "Brother Lanye, if you want to cry, just cry. I'll always be with you."

Jiang Lanye hugged her back, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell silently.

Song Yi led Jiang Lanye back to the palace. She sat beside him, holding his hand tightly the whole time, and looked at him without saying a word.

Jiang Lanye cried silently, tears sliding down her chin and dripping onto her mourning clothes, soaking the area in no time.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and a eunuch's voice suddenly rang out:

"Your Highness! The Second Prince... he has a fever, and the imperial physician has already gone there!"

Jiang Lanye's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately stood up and ran out.

Song Yi followed closely behind and arrived at the Second Prince's bedroom, where he saw several imperial physicians surrounding him.

The second prince was lying on the bed, his face flushed red, his lips dry and pale, his brows tightly furrowed. Even in his sleep, he appeared extremely restless, and weak groans escaped his lips intermittently.

He was covered with a thick brocade quilt, but he still seemed to be cold, his body trembling slightly.

Jiang Lanye's expression changed: "Imperial Physician, how is he?"

The imperial physician was wiping his forehead and neck with a damp cloth when he heard this. He said in a deep voice, "I have already given him the medicine, but the fever is not going down. I suspect that he must have suffered too much shock today."

Jiang Lanye looked at his weak younger brother and couldn't speak. Song Yi took a step forward, her heart sinking.

Clearly, this wasn't an ordinary fever. Seeing his suffering, Song Yi recalled what Jiang Lanye had told her before: his younger brother had also suffered from a high fever for several days...
The thought had barely formed when the Second Prince suddenly reacted. He abruptly opened his eyes, tilted his body to the side, and vomited.

The palace maid beside her quickly took the things and couldn't help but cry:

"I only ate a little snack in the afternoon, and then I took my medicine. Now I've vomited it all up."

Jiang Lanye's face was extremely pale, and his body began to tremble again: "Imperial Physician, is there no better way?"

"The Second Prince vomits everything he eats. No matter what kind of medicine it is, he vomits it all up in no time. Your humble servant has no good solution."

Song Yi's heart sank.

In the days that followed, Jiang Lanye became unusually taciturn. No matter who spoke to him, he remained silent. Occasionally, he would eat a little food, but Song Yi would take the initiative to bring it to him and talk for a long time before he would eat a few bites.

Song Yi was worried about his condition, so she often sat beside him and talked to him. Although Jiang Lanye didn't respond most of the time, she kept talking.

some day.

It rained that day, and when Song Yi woke up, she found that Jiang Lanye was not in the palace.

She quickly dressed and went out, and sure enough, she saw Jiang Lanye sitting quietly by the Second Prince's bed, watching him.

Song Yi slowed her breathing and walked in slowly.

The moment she saw the Second Prince, her eyelids trembled slightly.

In just a few days, he had become extremely thin.

Her small cheeks were deeply sunken, making her cheekbones appear unusually prominent. Her skin was an almost transparent pale white, and the blue veins under the skin could be faintly seen.

His breathing was extremely weak, his chest rose and fell only slightly, his eyes were sunken, and one small hand rested limply on the outside of the brocade quilt, his wrist so slender that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.

The hall was filled with the bitter smell of medicine.

In the past few days, the imperial physicians have tried everything they could, but they still couldn't stop him from vomiting. No matter what they put in his mouth, he would vomit it up. As a result, he has become so thin in just a few days that he has almost lost all the flesh on his body.

Jiang Lanye gripped his hand, murmuring softly, "If you don't eat anything, you'll die. I beg you, eat a little. I don't have a mother anymore, I don't have a mother anymore, I can't lose you too."

Upon hearing these words, Song Yi covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Second Prince exuded a deathly stillness, as if his faint breaths would cease at any moment.

Jiang Lanye sat there blankly for the entire day, while the rain outside the window continued to fall all day.

His eyes were empty and desperate as he looked at his younger brother, as if he wanted to etch his brother's image into his heart.

Song Yi went out and brought in a bowl of steaming porridge, thinking that Jiang Lanye should at least eat something. Just as she entered the hall, she heard Jiang Lanye suddenly burst into a cry.

The cry was exceptionally desperate and sorrowful, and her hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Snapped!"

A bowl of porridge was broken on the ground.

She noticed that the Second Prince's previously faint chest heaving had stopped.

(End of this chapter)