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

Chapter 62 Demon Concubine
Song Yi lay on his back, unable to speak.

Jiang Lanye seemed very sad.

She had never known these things before.

Song Yi hesitated for a long time before asking, "Then why did you kill your mother? Did you suspect that she also had designs on the throne?"

Jiang Lanye gave a soft "hmm".

"My father has been slow to appoint a crown prince, and I am the only legitimate son. So my mother wanted to pave the way for my future by getting involved with ministers of the previous dynasty, but my father found out."

"That day, he was drunk and, after listening to the words of a treacherous minister, he rushed into his mother's bedchamber."

His voice suddenly choked up.

Song Yi was taken aback, and suddenly reached out and gently touched the corner of his eye.

Jiang Lanye tilted his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Not finding any tears, Song Yi felt slightly relieved and said, "I was afraid His Majesty was crying."

Jiang Lanye said calmly, "I've already cried, but I won't cry anymore now."

But that only means she's stopped crying; it doesn't mean she's let go of the past.

A breeze blew by, causing thousands of willow branches to sway freely in the air. Some branches touched Song Yi's head, and she belatedly felt cold. She said, "Jiang Lanye, let's go back."

Jiang Lanye said "okay".

As the two approached Qingliang Hall, Song Yi suddenly said, "You...you should put me down."

Jiang Lanye remained silent and carried her all the way back.

Eunuch Cao stood anxiously outside the palace gate, craning his neck to look around. When he saw the two of them return, he was relieved.

Jiang Lanye entered the hall, and Song Yi looked him over curiously.

The Qingliang Hall looked even more spacious than the Jinluan Hall. The hall was exceptionally bright, with a low table in the center and several lotus flowers on it.

"Can you put me down now?"

Song Yi whispered.

Jiang Lanye placed her on the dragon bed, then suddenly squatted down and grabbed her ankle the moment she pulled her foot back.

"what are you doing?"

Under his gaze, Song Yi's fair toes curled uncomfortably.

"They insisted on playing in the water, and their feet got all dirty."

A palace maid brought in warm water from outside the hall. Jiang Lanye took it and gestured for her to leave.

Then he placed the water at Song Yi's feet and said, "Wash."

Song Yi put her feet in and glanced at his dragon robe.

"I've dirtied your dragon robe again."

Jiang Lanye didn't care. After she washed her feet and lay obediently on the couch, he said in a low voice, "You don't need to attend the morning court tomorrow. Behave yourself. I want to sleep a little longer."

Song Yi immediately retorted, "I behave myself every night."

Jiang Lanye sneered.

Every night, he would experience the feeling of being possessed by evil spirits.

"You go to sleep for a while, I'll go look at the memorials."

Song Yi propped himself up and asked, "We're already at the imperial palace, do we still want to see it?"

Jiang Lanye gave her a deep look, "You feel sorry for me?"

Song Yi turned her head away. "No, I'm just curious."

Jiang Lanye sighed with a hint of helplessness and said softly, "Song Yi, being an emperor is never easy; it's not as simple as you imagine."

Song Yi pouted and said, "Alright, then you can look at the memorials. I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."

Someone had just slept during the day, yet dared to say they were sleepy now.

Jiang Lanye didn't expose her. He walked to the table and called Eunuch Cao in to grind ink for him.

Song Yi lay barefoot on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She extinguished all the candles on her side, leaving only one candle faintly lit on Jiang Lanye's table.

Song Yi suddenly shouted, "What time is it?"

Eunuch Cao replied, "Your Majesty, it is already midnight."

Jiang Lanye remained unmoved, the flickering candlelight casting an indistinct glow on his profile.

After thinking for a moment, Song Yi suddenly shouted, "Jiang Lanye, stop looking at your lousy memorials."

Eunuch Cao was greatly surprised and stammered, "Your Majesty, this... Consort Gui, she..." Jiang Lanye actually chuckled softly.

Eunuch Cao was stunned.

Seeing that Jiang Lanye still didn't move, Song Yi walked over barefoot and said with dissatisfaction, "What's so interesting about this?"

Jiang Lanye said softly, "Behave yourself, I'll finish reading it in a bit."

As he said this, his gaze seemed glued to the memorial, never leaving it.

Upon seeing this, Song Yi stepped forward and snatched the memorial away.

Then, with a "smack," it was slammed onto the table.

She suddenly remembered a phrase she used to say three years ago, blinked, and deliberately asked:

"Is the memorial more attractive, or am I?"

Eunuch Cao: !

This is a bewitching concubine! She is clearly a bewitching concubine who has seduced the emperor!

Jiang Lanye lowered his eyes and saw that she was barefoot on the cold floor tiles again, and his expression immediately turned cold.

"Song Yi, you just won't listen to anything I say, will you?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Eunuch Cao realized that with Song Yi around, Jiang Lanye wouldn't need to review memorials or grind ink himself, so he quietly withdrew.

He pulled Song Yi over and made her sit on his lap with her feet dangling in the air.

Then, he leaned down slightly and reached out to touch her foot.

It was indeed ice-cold.

Jiang Lanye stared at her unhappily and said in a deep voice, "If you do this again next time, you don't need these legs anymore. I might as well just cut them off for you."

Song Yi trembled with fright at those words.

"you"

She choked for a while, then suddenly remembered that Jiang Lanye hadn't responded to her question, and immediately became self-righteous again.

"You still haven't answered me: is the memorial more attractive, or am I more attractive?"

When she asked that question, her expression and tone were exactly the same as they were three years ago.

In a daze, Jiang Lanye felt that Song Yi had never left him.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The important thing is that the person is now sitting on his lap, asking unreasonable questions as always.

"Say it."

His Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, and he whispered, "You're good-looking."

Song Yi smiled smugly.

Jiang Lanye chuckled as well.

"I wonder how angry the ministers of the previous dynasty would be if they saw you like this."

If others were to see her, Song Yi would be the so-called wicked concubine who brought disaster to the country.

Song Yi said in a muffled voice, "These memorials are all nonsense. It doesn't matter if His Majesty doesn't read them."

"It's not like every day is just a bunch of nonsense."

Jiang Lanye patiently explained to her.

Song Yi said, "I don't care, just don't look at it anymore."

Jiang Lanye asked, "Why don't you want me to see?"

Song Yi tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Because it's already midnight, and I don't want to see you so engrossed in politics every day."

Besides, she was also very bored.

The main reason is that I'm bored.

Once Jiang Lanye went to read the memorials, the entire hall would become unusually quiet.

"So what do you want to do now?"

Song Yi suddenly beckoned to him with her finger and said, "Let's go to the dragon bed and do something meaningful."

Suddenly, lust surged in his eyes.

He picked up Song Yi and strode towards the dragon bed.

(End of this chapter)