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

Chapter 65 Jiang Lanye is assassinated

Although Song Yi didn't know why Jiang Lanye was in a bad mood, she didn't want to go back.

Jiang Lanye glanced at the empty seat next to him and said, "Okay, you can sit down."

The ministers below immediately panicked.

"His Majesty!"

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Lanye impatiently interrupted them.

"I trust Consort Yun, you don't need to say anything more."

"This is."

Song Yi couldn't help but scoff, thinking they were incredibly pedantic.

However, Song Yi sitting next to Jiang Lanye was simply too conspicuous.

They could only force themselves not to look at Song Yi, and kept bowing and saying something.

Song Yi listened to them, and all they talked about was the war in the Northwest, about soldiers, supplies, and the like.

Jiang Lanye listened quietly, occasionally turning his head to look at Song Yi beside him.

Indeed, there were many things she didn't understand. Song Yi rested her arm on the small table beside her, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at the group with a bored expression, while fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

Jiang Lanye noticed her little gesture, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his eye.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi became drowsy, her eyelids trembling uncontrollably.

These ministers spoke slowly and liked to draw out their words, which Song Yi really disliked.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi suddenly nodded his head, almost losing his balance. He immediately came to his senses, opened his eyes, and stared blankly ahead. He happened to see a person slowly moving towards Jiang Lanye's side behind the three ministers, clearly already close to Jiang Lanye.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly saw a faint white light flash from his sleeve, and then he rushed towards Jiang Lanye!

"Jiang Lanye! Watch out!"

Song Yi immediately shouted, and Jiang Lanye's expression tightened, clearly having also seen the person holding the dagger who intended to assassinate him.

Unfortunately, it was too late; the dagger was about to reach Jiang Lanye's throat.

Before she could think too much, the moment she finished speaking, Song Yi instinctively rushed towards Jiang Lanye and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Lanye's pupils constricted instantly. In the nick of time, he raised his arm and pulled Song Yi into his embrace, their positions instantly reversed—

"puff"

The sound of the dagger piercing flesh was just like the sound Jiang Lanye had heard as a child.

He let out a heavy groan and collapsed into Song Yi's arms.

Song Yi was completely stunned. She instinctively hugged Jiang Lanye, but then touched her hand and found it covered in blood.

".Jiang Lanye."

The eunuchs and guards shrieked, and several guards rushed into the hall, swords drawn, and subdued all the ministers and the assassins.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, leaving only Jiang Lanye, who was gushing blood, and Song Yi, who was helplessly holding him.

"Jiang Lanye, wake up."

Blood, lots of blood.

It flowed outwards as if it were desperate.

Song Yi's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and large drops of tears fell in a steady stream.

She painstakingly identified the bleeding site: on Jiang Lanye's back, right in front of his heart.

She immediately reached out and pressed her hand tightly against the wound, but blood continued to seep out from between her fingers.

"Jiang Lanye, Jiang Lanye, wake up! Open your eyes and look at me!"

"Look at me! Where's the imperial physician? Why hasn't he arrived yet!"

Jiang Lanye remained motionless, his hands still gripping Song Yi tightly, maintaining the posture of protecting her in his arms.

Tears welled up in Song Yi's eyes and streamed down her face, falling heavily and soaking Jiang Lanye's dragon robe. The tears mixed with blood, soaking the robe.

She even wanted to burst into tears, but reason told her that she had to calm down.

Song Yi, suppressing a sob, urged loudly, "Why hasn't the imperial physician arrived yet! Quickly call the imperial physician!" Several guards arrested the assassin and took him away temporarily.

Why is it so
She had a vague sense of unease, so why couldn't she protect Jiang Lanye? Why was Jiang Lanye still attacked and injured?

After an unknown amount of time, all the imperial physicians rushed over with their medicine chests. They were all startled by the scene in the hall and quickly helped Jiang Lanye over.

Without Jiang Lanye's body pressing down on her, Song Yi slid directly to the ground.

Her skirt was stained with large patches of blood, and her fingers were filled with Jiang Lanye's blood.

She watched, distraught, as the numerous imperial physicians frantically tried to stop Jiang Lanye's bleeding.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The imperial physician, his hands trembling, took Jiang Lanye's pulse, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "There's a pulse! There is! Finally!"

Song Yi braced herself on the chair, intending to stand up directly, but her knees went weak.

The news of the emperor's assassination attempt quickly spread throughout the imperial palace.

Upon hearing the news, Xichun, who hadn't seen Song Yi for a long time, was worried about her and rushed over. When she saw Song Yi covered in blood and struggling to stand up, she was so frightened that her eyes turned red.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Xichun helped her up.

Song Yi stared blankly at Xi Chun, tears still streaming down her face.

"Xichun, it wasn't me. It was His Majesty."

With the bleeding from the wound barely stopped, Jiang Lanye was helped back to the main hall by the guards.

Song Yi followed him, looking distraught, and asked in a low voice, "Imperial Physician, how is she?"

The imperial physician turned to look at her, intending to tell the truth, but upon meeting her bloodshot eyes, he swallowed his words.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty is protected by a true dragon, he will surely be alright."

"I don't want to hear any of this!"

Song Yi suddenly became agitated and gripped the imperial physician's arm tightly.

"Tell me the truth, tell me, how is His Majesty?"

The imperial physician opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Song Yi stared straight at him.

Seeing her persistence, the imperial physician sighed helplessly.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty has lost too much blood. Although he has taken hemostatic powder and his wounds have been cleaned and bandaged, the lost blood cannot be returned to his body."

"His Majesty's life is hanging by a thread."

Song Yi's entire body swayed violently.

Xichun quickly helped her up.

"Miss!"

Song Yi looked at Jiang Lanye.

He was lying face down on the bed, his back wound tightly wrapped with layers of white cloth.

She walked unsteadily and slowly over, reaching out her trembling hand to touch his skin.

His skin was cold due to excessive blood loss.

"Jiang Lan Night"

Her voice was hoarse.

"Didn't you say you were going to make me a swing?"

Jiang Lanye remained motionless, as if he were completely unaware of Song Yi's touch.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of concubines rushed into the hall.

They were stunned to see Consort Yun sitting to the side with her eyes frighteningly red.

It's unclear who started it, but faint sobs could be heard coming from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)