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

Chapter 44 Song Yi is the real Consort Yun!

When I opened my eyes again, everything was still pitch black.

Song Yi was stunned, her first thought being that she had gone blind.

She struggled for a long time, her whole body bound by hemp rope, her wrists and ankles aching from the tightness, completely unable to move.

In her frantic struggle, the blindfold slipped slightly from her eyes, and a ticklish sensation on her face calmed her down.

At least you're not blind.

She struggled to raise her arm and used her little finger to hook down the black cloth strip in front of her.

She squinted and made out where she was.

This is a dilapidated little house, filled with clutter and covered in dust. A table stands alone next to it, with two thick hemp ropes on it.

Her wrists were bound so tightly that she couldn't move at all.

There were no candles lit inside; only the moonlight streaming in from outside the door frame provided a meager illumination.

She took two deep breaths, forced herself to calm down, and began to think about who had kidnapped her.

Before she returned to Yingchun Palace, the Empress Dowager inexplicably went to the Golden Palace.

It seems that someone close to the Empress Dowager brought her here.

I wonder how Xichun is doing.

She inhaled the sleeping potion hidden in the handkerchief and fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the time or how much time had passed.

I wonder if Jiang Lanye has noticed that she is gone.
Song Yi raised her hand again, intending to use her teeth to bite and untie the rope, but realized that the veil was still hanging on her face.

After hesitating for a moment, she moved her little finger again and hooked the veil down.

After the veil fell to the ground, she immediately opened her mouth and bit the rope.

The rope was tied exceptionally tightly; even after clenching my teeth until they ached, I still couldn't untie the knot.

Helpless, she had no choice but to try to stand up.

Her ankles were also tightly bound, and it took her a lot of effort just to stand up. She jumped up and down a couple of times, panting, and then scanned the whole room by the moonlight.

There seemed to be nothing that would make her cut the rope.

She hopped to the door and tried pushing it; it was indeed locked.

Unsure if anyone was guarding outside, she dared not call out rashly.

Just when they were at their wits' end, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"The beauty is right here."

"Open the door."

"Yes."

It was Su Meiren's voice.

The door lock clicked, and the door was pushed open by the eunuch outside. Su Meiren lifted her eyelids and saw Song Yi standing straight in the doorway. She was startled, then immediately closed the door and pushed her down.

Song Yi groaned and fell to the ground.

Consort Su looked down at her and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Why does your face look so much like Consort Yun's?"

However, she had a scar on her face.

Otherwise, she would resemble Consort Yun even more than she does with a mask on.

Song Yi looked at her coldly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Su Meiren bent down slightly, hooked her chin with her index finger, and murmured, "Tell me, what do you know?"

Song Yi raised her chin and said, "I don't know anything."

Su Meiren pinched her chin hard, not allowing her to move, and gently stroked her cheek with her fingers.

"You look so much like Consort Yun, it's a shame that there's a scar on your face."

She had initially thought that the noodles the Empress Dowager had made for her were exquisite and beautiful enough, but now, seeing Song Yi remove her veil, she wished she could look just like her.

As long as that scar is removed
With that thought in mind, her fingers traced Song Yi's scars.

The fingertips paused.

This feels wrong.

She suddenly squatted down and stared intently at the scar.

"You...you have a scar, don't you? Why does your skin feel so smooth?" she murmured to herself, then rubbed the scar hard with her fingertip.

Su Meiren stared blankly at her fingertips, asking incredulously, "You're faking it? You drew this on; you don't have a scar at all!"

Song Yi took a deep breath and tried to negotiate with her.

"I'll help you cover it up, and you'll help me cover it up, how about that?"

Su Meiren suddenly laughed out loud, feeling as if fate was playing a cruel joke on her.

She took out a handkerchief and frantically pinched and rubbed her face until all the scars were gone, revealing her flushed cheeks.

"You...you are actually..."

Song Yi looked at her indifferently, gently raising her eyelids.

"That's why I said, isn't it better for us to keep things from each other?"

Su Meiren was speechless.

The person she longed to emulate, the person she wanted to become, was right in front of her.

She had been a fake for so long without ever feeling resentful, but she never imagined that the real one was right beside her, right beside His Majesty!

No wonder Song Yi looked so surprised when he first saw her.

She was the real Consort Yun!
Consort Su couldn't accept this sudden truth. She collapsed to the ground and asked, "Why? Why did you keep it from His Majesty?"

Song Yi sighed silently.

Her face is a real problem.

Now that things have come to this, she can only make up a lie at random.

"Because I don't love His Majesty, and I don't want to be imprisoned by him in the Golden Palace every day, bound to his side by his side. I want to leave, I want to get away from him, and never come back. So I can't let him know that I am Consort Yun!"

Song Yi's eyes were slightly red.

Actually, what she said was from the bottom of her heart.

She really didn't want to stay by the tyrant's side; she wanted to go home and didn't want to stay in this strange world.
"You don't love His Majesty?"

Su Meiren's voice rose, her tone high-pitched.

"Then why are you still clinging to him every day?"

Song Yi closed her eyes helplessly, "You know nothing."

Just as Consort Su was wondering what to do, the Empress Dowager hurriedly came over.

"Didn't I tell you to kill her? Why haven't you done it yet!"

Su Meiren turned her head, unable to stand up for a moment.

The Empress Dowager frowned and looked at her, displeased, "What are you doing?"

As a concubine, how could she sit on the dusty ground like this? What kind of decorum is this?

Su Meiren raised her arm tremblingly and pointed at Song Yi.

"Empress Dowager, look!"

The Empress Dowager looked displeased, glanced casually at Song Yi, and then froze.

Song Yi gave a wry smile and said softly, "Empress Dowager, it's been a long time."

The Empress Dowager suddenly took a step back, feeling as if she had seen a ghost.

Shouldn't Consort Yun, whom she hated so much three years ago, have died long ago?
Why is she here?

宋仪
No wonder Jiang Lanye changed her name to Song Yi; she was originally Song Yi.

At this moment, Song Yi was in a particularly disheveled state, her hands and feet were bound, and her hair was disheveled, but her small, fair face was still bright and beautiful. Under the moonlight, she was as exquisite and charming as ever.

Three years have passed, and nothing has changed at all.

Consort Su said in a trembling voice, "Empress Dowager, His Majesty does not know that she is Consort Yun. She has been deceiving His Majesty by wearing a veil all along."

No wonder. Everything makes sense now.

No wonder Jiang Lanye had not been close to any women for three years since Consort Yun disappeared. But as soon as this so-called Consort Song came to his side, he kept her in the Golden Palace every day.

After three years of ups and downs, he still fell in love with the same person.

(End of this chapter)