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

Chapter 38 Two Identical Faces

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

He was incredibly strong; the veins on the back of his hand bulged, gripping her wrist painfully.

Su Meiren's delicate face instantly contorted in terror as she tried to pull her hand back.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lanye's strength increased even more, as if he wanted to break her wrist.

Consort Su then became terrified and hurriedly cried out, "Your Majesty, please calm down!"

Jiang Lanye stared at her coldly, unmoved.

He said, enunciating each word clearly, "You are not allowed to do such a thing with her face on your head."

Su Meiren was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to understand what Jiang Lanye meant.

"It is I who know."

Jiang Lanye then released his grip.

She cried out in pain, gently clutching her wrist, and looked down at the five red marks covering her slender, white wrist.

Jiang Lanye looked at her face, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

He suddenly realized that he found it difficult to control his emotions when facing this face.

He wearily pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "You can go out now."

Consort Su felt a little wronged and asked in a low voice, "Then, where shall I stay?"

"Go to Xianyue Pavilion."

Su Meiren agreed.

Eunuch Cao quickly led her out.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Jiang Lanye sat quietly on the dragon throne, his pupils unfocused.

How could there be someone in this world who looks exactly like her?
He didn't know how much time had passed before he came to his senses and, not finding Song Yi, slowly got up and walked into the study.

At this moment, Song Yi was still standing on tiptoe in the study, desperately searching for the book she wanted.

Jiang Lanye had so many books in her collection that her eyes were blurry and her eyes were sore, but she still couldn't find the one she was looking for.

Jiang Lanye looked at her quietly and asked, "What exactly are you looking for?"

He spoke out unexpectedly, and Song Yi turned around, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Jiang Lanye frowned, looking down at the books of ghost stories she was holding, and couldn't help but find it strange.

"What? You really enjoy reading this kind of book?"

"This concubine just wants to see something exciting."

She answered hesitantly.

Jiang Lanye remained silent, only looking down at her.

Song Yi felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and involuntarily shrank her neck.

"I think you are more like Consort Su than Consort Su."

After saying that, he suddenly reached out and gently stroked her cheek, touching her veil.

Song Yi feigned ignorance: "Really? I just saw Consort Su, and she is indeed very beautiful. Does Consort Yun look just like her?"

Jiang Lanye was lost in his memories, and after a long while he said, "Actually, she's prettier than her."

Song Yi was clearly taken aback by his answer.

Unable to find the book she wanted today, Song Yi had no choice but to give up for the time being.

As night fell, she pretended to drink the medicine again, but felt unwell all over. She made up an excuse and went back to Yingchun Palace to take a bath.

She changed into her nightgown, then casually put on a dress over it, and made sure her hair was completely dry before going to the Golden Palace.

Unexpectedly, Su Meiren went to find Jiang Lanye again that night.

Su Meiren stood beside Jiang Lanye's desk, diligently grinding ink for him.

Jiang Lanye had long lost interest in reviewing memorials, and was only focused on holding his pen, propping his forehead up as he watched her.

His gaze was deep and intense, so intense that Su Meiren's cheeks burned under his gaze.

She felt like she was being stared at so intently that she could burn a hole through her. She couldn't help but look up and scold, "Your Majesty, if you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to leave."

In a daze, he thought it was Consort Yun speaking to him. Consort Su's words and actions were so much like hers.

It's like they've practiced it on purpose.

After watching for a while, Song Yi couldn't help but cough softly.

Su Meiren was taken aback, not expecting her to come again, and subconsciously looked at Jiang Lanye.

Song Yi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Your Majesty, may I return tonight?"

After all, with a new "Consort Yun" who doesn't need to cover her face with a veil, Jiang Lanye's attention is probably all on her.

However, even though she was mentally prepared, Song Yi still couldn't help but be startled when she saw Su Meiren again.

Why is it that I look so much like her?

There can't be two identical leaves in the world, so how can there be people who look exactly alike?
Jiang Lanye looked at her disheveled hair, which was noticeably more voluminous than when she left, indicating that she had secretly taken a bath. He couldn't help but smirk and said, "What, you want to run away?"

Song Yi choked, then couldn't help but retort, "I'm just saying that His Majesty already has someone to serve him tonight."

Jiang Lanye said succinctly, "Go warm the bed."

".oh."

Consort Su asked in surprise, "Your Majesty, does Consort Song come here every night to warm your bed?"

Jiang Lanye slowly took a sip of tea and gave a faint "hmm".

Consort Su smiled and said, "This concubine is also welcome. Besides, I've always been warmer than others since I was little. Would Your Majesty like to give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi, before even reaching the bedside, couldn't help but lean forward and say, "Your Majesty, I think it's acceptable!"

After all, she had long been fed up with being around a tyrant!

"bang"

Jiang Lanye slammed the teacup down on the table, startling Su Meiren so much that she trembled.

Then, Jiang Lanye strode towards Song Yi.

Song Yi froze on the spot, watching him approach her, and then, without any warning, he suddenly picked her up and carried her horizontally.

"Your Majesty! What are you doing?!"

Song Yi couldn't help but struggle.

He threw Song Yi heavily onto the bed. Song Yi couldn't help but groan, her eyes welling up with tears from the impact. She angrily shouted, "What's wrong with you?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lanye pressed down on her, bracing his arms on the bed, bringing them suddenly very close. He looked down at her from above.

Song Yi was so frightened that she immediately fell silent.

"Repeat what you just said."

Song Yi swallowed hard. "What's wrong with you?"

"That's not it."

He said coldly.

Song Yi wanted to cry but had no tears.

Su Meiren is still standing behind and watching!
Why did he suddenly pin me down? Does someone else have to be present in this situation?

Su Meiren stared blankly at the two of them.

She racked her brains for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Does this concubine think it's acceptable?"

Jiang Lanye finally reacted, slightly lifting his eyelids, and asked, "Where do you think is acceptable?"

Song Yi belatedly realized that Jiang Lanye was angry because of those words.

She quickly changed her tune, saying, "No, not anywhere! Your Majesty's dragon bed is reserved for me and only Your Majesty can sleep on it!"

Jiang Lanye scrutinized her and said succinctly, "Take it off."

Song Yi instinctively wanted to obey his orders, but he was still pressing down on her.

"Your Majesty, please get up."

Jiang Lanye squinted at her expression to make sure she was really scared before slowly getting up.

Song Yi moved swiftly, stripping down to only his nightgown. He threw back the covers and slipped inside, leaving only his head sticking out, and chuckled, "Is Your Majesty satisfied?"

(End of this chapter)