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

Chapter 36 Jiang Lanye's Nightmare
Hearing this, Eunuch Cao couldn't help but advise, "Your Majesty, please take care of your health."

Song Cainu is ill. If the two of them sleep on the same bed again, it would be bad if Jiang Lanye caught a cold.

Jiang Lanye glanced at Eunuch Cao and said calmly, "What?"

Eunuch Cao immediately dared not say another word.

Isn't he just asking a question he already knows the answer to?

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but chuckle, and deliberately asked, "In that case, shall I still warm Your Majesty's bed?"

"Why not use it?"

Song Yi: "."

Sure enough, he still doesn't understand the meaning of cherishing women.

"I feel so cold all over, it's so uncomfortable. The bed is so cold, and I finally managed to warm it up, but then I have to move away again."

After listening to her rapid-fire complaints for a while, Jiang Lanye couldn't help but ask, "What, didn't you sleep next to me last night?"

"cough"

Eunuch Cao coughed, and his old face turned red again.

To everyone's surprise, things progressed so quickly that they were already intimate in the blink of an eye.

If Consort Song continues to receive His Majesty's favor and attention, will His Majesty eventually forget about Consort Yun?
If only His Majesty could truly forget, with one less obsession, perhaps he could live a happier life.

Song Yi couldn't help but say, "But it's not comfortable to sleep right next to His Majesty."

Jiang Lanye fell silent, staring intently at her.

Song Yi quickly changed her tune: "No, actually it's especially nice to sleep next to Your Majesty. Your Majesty smells so good, and I really like it."

"fragrant"

This is the first time anyone has dared to describe him like this.

Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "After you take your medicine, go lie down first."

"Yes."

The imperial physician knew that there was nothing seriously wrong with her health, and the medicine he prepared didn't taste bitter; in fact, it was somewhat sweet.

She lifted her veil, took a small sip of the medicine, which was scalding hot, and squinted her eyes, drinking it intently like a kitten. She looked very well-behaved.

Jiang Lanye had just seen her lift her veil on her own initiative, and couldn't help but glance at her again.

But she moved quickly and swiftly put the veil down again.

He looked away and sat down at the table. When he looked again, she had already drunk the medicine in one gulp.

Song Yi got up and lay down in the cold bed, shivering involuntarily as she tucked her head inside.

Jiang Lanye, who was supposed to be reviewing memorials, suddenly put down his pen and walked over quietly.

Song Yi was completely unaware of the situation. She pulled the blanket over her head and curled up.

Jiang Lanye raised his hand, loosened the belt around his waist, casually tossed his robe aside, and looked at her, saying in a low voice, "Get up."

Song Yi was taken aback, revealing a pair of bright, dark eyes.

What does Your Majesty intend to do?

Seeing that Jiang Lanye had changed into his nightgown, she asked in surprise, "Is His Majesty no longer reading the memorials?"

"You're not afraid of the cold."

After saying that, he lifted the blanket, and Song Yi quickly moved over to the other side.

After Jiang Lanye lay down, his voice was cold: "Come closer."

Is he trying to warm himself up?

Song Yi timidly moved over, looked at Jiang Lanye lying so comfortably, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you tired sleeping like this?"

She vaguely remembered that Jiang Lanye's limbs weren't this stiff when he slept before.

Jiang Lanye blinked, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, saying in a hoarse voice, "Shut up, go to sleep."

Song Yi leaned close to him, and just as she closed her eyes, she said, "But the lights aren't out yet."

Jiang Lanye seemed to sigh softly. He had never been lying on the couch at this time before, so he figured he would be going to bed very late again tonight.

The palace maids inside the hall quickly extinguished the palace lanterns and then hurriedly went out.

Song Yi then closed his eyes, satisfied.

But then, she misbehaved and bent her legs, pressing her cold feet onto Jiang Lanye's legs.

Jiang Lanye said with a blank face, "Take your foot back."

After a long silence, Song Yi slowly and reluctantly withdrew her foot.

Jiang Lanye moved his lips, but ultimately couldn't speak. He then said, "Go to sleep."

Half an hour later.

He remained awake in the darkness, his mind racing with thoughts.

He had never believed in ghosts and spirits before, but the book Song Yi was reading today made him wonder if Consort Yun had really witnessed such a thing and if someone had taken her away.

Or perhaps she went alone to a dynasty she didn't know about.

As he was lost in thought, he felt a weight on his legs.

Someone lifted their cold feet up again.

Perhaps she thought she was already asleep, so she did it secretly.

Jiang Lanye recalled that Consort Yun was the same way, often having cold hands and feet.

He reached out and touched Song Yi's hand, and the moment he did, he enveloped her in his palm.

It was indeed cold.

Song Yi was somewhat taken aback and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Lanye said, "I can't sleep."

Song Yi shifted, adjusting herself to a more comfortable position, and said softly, "I can't sleep either."

Then, after a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Your Majesty, could you tell me what kind of nightmares you had before?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi instantly felt Jiang Lanye's entire body turn cold, the atmosphere became extremely oppressive, mixed with the unease of an impending storm.

Song Yi quickly replied, "If Your Majesty doesn't want to talk about it, then so be it. I was just asking out of curiosity."

After a long silence, Song Yi felt sleepy and was about to close her eyes to sleep when Jiang Lanye suddenly spoke.

His voice was low and hoarse in the quiet night.

Song Yi realized that this was the first time he had opened up, so she quickly perked up and listened attentively.

"The current Empress Dowager is not actually my mother."

Song Yi learned about this three years ago.

“My mother died when I was only seven years old. She was stabbed in the heart with a sword.”

Song Yi was extremely surprised and couldn't help but stare at him in the darkness.

"Right in front of me, then the sword was pulled out, and a lot of blood gushed out instantly, splattering on my body and face."

"That was all my mother's blood, but I was so scared, so scared that I wanted to shrink myself up. I felt that the blood that fell on my body was especially hot and especially painful."

Song Yi opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She suddenly felt that Jiang Lanye seemed to have become vulnerable; he was trembling all over when he said those words.

She instinctively hugged him tightly and continued to listen to him say, "My mother was a very thin woman. At that time, the sword was very long and went straight through my mother's thin body. The blade that came out was covered with bright red blood, which was still dripping onto the ground."

"When I was a child, I was terrified of blood. I was once splattered with my mother's blood, and it really scared me."

Song Yi, at a loss, hugged him tightly and said softly, "Your Majesty, let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

Jiang Lanye's eyes were vacant until Song Yi's hand touched his cheek, at which point he came back to his senses.

He said in a low voice, "Okay, I won't say anymore."

Song Yi knew nothing about many things, including who killed Jiang Lanye's mother, and even that it happened right in front of him.

It's clear that this is his scar, and the nightmare he has every day is probably about that scene.
(End of this chapter)