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

Chapter 6: He wakes up again, helps him take a bath.

Jiang Lanye sat on the dragon throne, reviewing memorials.

It's this late, and he's still busy.

Song Yi couldn't help but recall the past. As soon as it got dark, almost every day, she would pester Jiang Lanye, throwing tantrums and refusing to let him review the memorials, forcing him to focus all his attention on her.

Looking back now, she had the potential to be a femme fatale.

"Your Majesty, I, your humble servant, pay my respects."

Jiang Lanye lifted his eyelids and saw her again, still momentarily dazed.

Song Yi felt extremely uncomfortable, fearing that he would discover her true identity. She quickly lowered her head and kept staring at the floor tiles.

"Come and sit down."

"Yes."

Song Yi sat carefully opposite him, observing him discreetly.

He then continued to look down at the memorials.

Song Yi: ?
What's wrong with Jiang Lanye?

Last night, Consort Xiao came to serve the emperor. Could it be the same situation?

That's good, because if Jiang Lanye lays a hand on her, she'll find it hard not to resist.

It's just so incredibly boring.

The hall was exceptionally quiet. Jiang Lanye did not need anyone to serve him, especially when he was reviewing memorials. He disliked being disturbed and would at most summon a palace maid to grind ink.

She sat patiently for a long time, listening to the rustling sound of him writing, and sighed silently.

so boring!

Like sitting on pins and needles.

Jiang Lanye disregarded all the beauties in his harem, wasting their time day after day.

She lowered her head and began fiddling with the embroidery on her cuffs.

After some time, Song Yi looked again and found that the embroidery had come undone, and she had actually managed to pry a hole in it.

The fabric of the maid's dress is really bad.

Her face darkened for a moment. Just then, Jiang Lanye finally put down his pen, noticed her expression, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at my hands."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her and commanded, "Raise your hands."

Song Yi obediently raised her head, and a small hole was torn in the sleeve of her clothes, which appeared before Jiang Lanye's eyes.

Jiang Lanye first glanced at the hole, then looked intently at Song Yi.

Song Yi flinched and asked, "May I put my hand down, Your Highness?"

Jiang Lanye hummed in agreement, feeling that the person in front of him was all too familiar.

Even their little habits when they're bored are remarkably similar.

"Is your cold better? Why is your voice still so hoarse?"

Song Yi quickly explained, "I'm almost fully recovered. As for my voice, that's just how I was born."

Jiang Lanye gave a disappointed "hmm" again, then fell silent, simply looking at her intently.

Song Yi blinked and couldn't help but raise her hand to hold the veil in place.

What's so interesting about it?
The hall was so quiet that even their breathing could be heard clearly. Seeing that she was getting restless, Jiang Lanye suddenly asked, "Do you know why I'm looking at you like this?"

Song Yi was momentarily speechless, then tentatively asked, "Because...this concubine looks very much like someone Your Majesty once loved?"

Jiang Lanye suddenly scoffed, "Love?"

She immediately shut her mouth, thinking to herself, "Just as I thought."

Jiang Lanye never loved her, only hated her!

"Unfortunately, you are not her."

Song Yi was very curious about how Jiang Lanye would treat her if he discovered her identity. "And what will His Majesty do if that person returns?"

Jiang Lanye's brows suddenly furrowed, his eyes filled with ferocity, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

"Tearing her to pieces and scattering her ashes would not be too much to ask."

After all, Jiang Lanye had grown up to be a revered emperor, and he had never imagined that he would be toyed with in his feelings by a woman, who could then easily escape with a flick of her sleeve.

Song Yi: "."

There's no need to hate them so much; after all, they once had a romantic relationship.

As expected, the imperial court is ruthless.

As she was reminiscing, Jiang Lanye stood up and said, "You'll stay here tonight."

After saying that, he went to rest in the room next door.

Song Yi was somewhat taken aback, staring at his back, her anger at this moment wanting to burn him to ashes!
Why did Consort Xiao only have to stay until midnight last night before going back, while she had to stay here all night?

They didn't even give her a pillow or a blanket. If she were to sleep on the dragon throne, Jiang Lanye would kill her.

When Eunuch Cao entered, he glanced at Song Yi, then hurried over to help Jiang Lanye change her clothes and go to bed.

Song Yi muttered something and then extinguished all the candles on the side.

Jiang Lanye lay on the couch, frowning as he dodged the candlelight from the bedside table. He said impatiently, "Turn it out, then go out."

Eunuch Cao quickly ran out.

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, then boldly moved his memorial in front of him, propped it up slightly, and then lay down on the table with his eyes closed.

It's pitiful that she transmigrated into the book again and ended up in such a miserable state.

Fortunately, she always slept well, and the palace was unusually quiet. With her face resting against the memorials, she fell into a deep sleep.

After some time, candlelight was suddenly lit again next door.

Then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded. She opened her sleepy eyes and vaguely heard a palace maid walking in from outside whisper, "His Majesty is having another nightmare."

Song Yi straightened up and curiously followed to take a look.

Jiang Lan sat on the dragon bed in the middle of the night, the quilt falling between his legs. His chest heaved violently, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, with a few strands of black hair sticking to it.

His eyes were already cold, but now they were even colder to the bone. Suddenly sensing something, he looked up sharply and stared straight at Song Yi, who was following him.

Like prey being stared at by a venomous snake, Song Yi was so frightened by his gaze that she stood frozen in place.

Jiang Lanye was extremely tired.

He only slept for a little over an hour last night, and after being awakened by a nightmare, he didn't want to sleep anymore, and tonight it happened again.
A palace maid came in and lit the calming incense.

Jiang Lanye said in a hoarse voice, "Order more."

He used to be able to fall asleep with the help of calming incense and rarely had nightmares anymore, but as the frequency increased, the nightmares started to come again, so he used more and more calming incense.

Even now, if calming incense is lit, the entire palace will be filled with a strong scent, which will actually affect his rest.

The palace maid responded and poured in some more spices.

Song Yi disliked fragrances, but seeing the palace maid recklessly pouring out perfume powder, the aroma wafting into her nose, she couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

For a moment, everyone looked at her.

Song Yi: "I, I didn't mean to."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her coldly and said, "Come here and serve me during my bath."

Song Yi, holding the dry clothes in her hands, followed him over.

Jiang Lanye seemed to be used to this, and his fatigue was almost overflowing. After taking off his robes, he sank into the hot water and closed his eyes.

Song Yi put the things down and looked at him hesitantly.

Do you mean I need her help?
She rolled up her sleeves and, with exceptional gentleness, poured a ladle of hot water down his neck.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "Continue."

(End of this chapter)