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

Chapter 63 Unease
After a stick of incense.

Jiang Lanye watched with a blank expression as Song Yi excitedly flipped through the ropes.

She produced a red string from who-knows-where and coaxed Jiang Lanye onto the bed, where the two faced each other.

Jiang Lanye just watched her play with such a boring thing.

Song Yi twitched her fingers and said, "Alright, it's your turn."

Jiang Lanye simply took the rope wrapped around her fingers.

"sleep."

Song Yi sighed helplessly and muttered under her breath, "Jiang Lanye, you're so boring."

"What, are you bored?"

He asked in a cold voice.

Song Yi vehemently denied it: "No."

He watched as Song Yi obediently lay down and covered herself with the blanket, and his expression softened.

late at night.

Jiang Lanye thought that as long as Song Yi was by his side, he would no longer have nightmares.

But tonight, I dreamt of those scenes again, which is quite unusual.

Perhaps it was because he and Song Yi had talked a lot and reminisced a lot tonight.

The slurping sound of a sword piercing flesh, the warm touch of blood splattering on his face, and the hoarse, desperate questioning of his younger brother.

"Empress Dowager. Empress Dowager."

He mumbled in his sleep for a long time, and his voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

Song Yi wasn't sleepy to begin with, and was dozing off in a daze. Upon hearing Jiang Lanye's voice, she immediately sat up and stared intently at him with wide eyes.

He seemed very uneasy.

"It's all my fault, Mother. Please don't die."

"Jiang Lanye!"

Jiang Lanye woke up instantly. After opening his eyes, the fear that had gripped him like a tidal wave slowly subsided, though a slight numbness lingered in his fingertips.

His chest heaved violently, his emotions still unsettled, when he saw Song Yi propping himself up and looking at him with concern.

Suddenly, he pulled Song Yi into a tight embrace, running his fingers through her dark hair, feeling the warmth emanating from her body, and listening to her breathing.

"Jiang Lanye, what's wrong?"

"Don't speak, let me hold you for a while."

His voice was hoarse, and upon closer listening, it was trembling slightly.

Song Yi had never seen Jiang Lanye like this before, and at a loss, she gently stroked his trembling back.

The tingling sensation in my fingertips completely disappeared as I smelled the delicate fragrance emanating from her hair.

Just now, he felt ice-cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, but as long as he held the person next to him, he would no longer feel cold.

Jiang Lanye buried his face in the crook of her neck and gently rubbed against it twice.

"Song Yi, never leave me, never."

Song Yi hugged him back, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Why is Jiang Lanye's obsession with her so deep?
That night, Jiang Lanye did not let go, and the two slept in each other's arms.

The next day.

Song Yi shifted uncomfortably in his arms. Jiang Lanye, still half asleep, reached out and cupped the back of her head, his voice muffled: "Sleep a little longer."

In a daze, Song Yi asked, "Jiang Lanye, why haven't you gone to court yet?"

Jiang Lanye paused, half-awake from his drowsiness.

He reached out and deliberately pinched the soft flesh of Song Yi's waist. She struggled for a moment, and then Jiang Lanye said, "No need to go."

".oh."

She responded slowly.

So the two of them slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Song Yi sat up abruptly, unceremoniously pulled the blanket off Jiang Lanye, and said, "Jiang Lanye, let me go out for a day today."

Jiang Lanye frowned and raised his hand to block out the glaring light.

Seeing this, Song Yi rested her head on his chest and said in a lazy voice:
"Jiang Lanye—I want to go out for a stroll."

Jiang Lanye was finally fully awakened by her noise, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Didn't you just go shopping last night?"

"It was so dark last night, I couldn't see anything except the moon on the horizon." "I want to go again today."

Jiang Lanye stood up, looked at her with her messy hair, and sighed helplessly.

"Once you've gone, you're not allowed to make such a request again in the next few days."

"Why? Are you still afraid I'll run away? But look how closely I'm watching you, I can't escape at all."

Jiang Lanye remained silent, but carried her off the bed and placed her in front of the dressing table, letting her sit on a stool.

Then, a palace maid brought over toiletries and a new pair of shoes and socks.

Jiang Lanye, carrying the shoes and socks, walked over and half-squatted down, whispering, "Feet."

He carefully helped Song Yi put on her shoes and socks, and then asked, "Can you do your own hair?"

Song Yi glanced at him. "Of course I will."

Jiang Lanye went to wash up first. After washing up, she glanced at Song Yi and found that there was indeed a strand of hair on the back of her neck.

But she hadn't noticed yet, thinking that she looked exceptionally perfect from the front, and was admiring herself in the mirror.

Jiang Lanye walked behind her again and tucked the stray strand of her hair inside.

After the two had breakfast, Song Yi took his hand and eagerly went outside.

The palace is shaded by green trees, and there are babbling brooks everywhere.

The pond was full of lotus flowers, and occasionally a few koi could be seen swimming across the lotus leaves.

She walked excitedly along the lake, turning around to look at Jiang Lanye as she walked backwards.

Seeing this, Jiang Lanye warned, "Be careful not to slip and fall in."

Song Yi blinked and smiled, "With you here, I won't fall in."

Jiang Lanye was helpless.

She walked for a while and got a little tired, so she casually found a stone bench to sit down.

Jiang Lanye suddenly said, "I will not be in the palace this afternoon; I need to meet with my ministers."

Song Yi was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Why? Is something important to you?"

Jiang Lanye did not hide anything from Song Yi, and said calmly, "The war in the Northwest is critical. Although I have come to the palace and cannot attend court, I can still meet with my ministers."

Song Yi responded softly, then asked, "Why can't we do it directly inside the Qingliang Hall?"

Jiang Lanye glanced at her, seemingly having a headache.

"It's in Qingliang Hall, but not in the main hall; it's in a side hall next to it."

Because if those ministers saw Song Yi, they would probably cause trouble again.

"Then, can't I go over there?"

"You stay here and wait obediently inside the hall."

Song Yi rested her arm on the stone table, propped her chin on her hand, and said sullenly, "You went back because you were worried about leaving me alone outside, so I have to go back too. But you promised to come out and wander around all day."

Jiang Lanye chuckled.

"You seem to have a good grasp of this matter."

Song Yi turned her head away, not wanting to pay him any attention.

Jiang Lanye suddenly said, "After today, I'll make you a swing to play on, okay?"

Song Yi's eyes lit up.

"it is good."

"Then you'd better stay in the palace this afternoon."

"it is good."

Jiang Lanye sighed helplessly.

Song Yi smiled and looked at him.

The two didn't stay out for long before heading back.

Outside the Qingliang Hall, several unfamiliar faces were vaguely visible.

Song Yi glanced around casually and found that they were all servants who had accompanied ministers to the palace to meet the emperor.

Seeing so many people from outside the palace for the first time, she felt inexplicably uneasy.
Jiang Lanye led her back into the palace and said, "I'll be back in less than two hours."

After saying that, he strode out.

"River"

For some reason, as she watched his departing figure, Song Yi's unease grew stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)