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

Chapter 67 I Won’t Leave
"Xichun, grind the ink for me."

Xi Chun never expected that Song Yi would actually personally review Jiang Lanye's memorials.

She opened her mouth, looked at Song Yi's pale, bloodless lips, and finally swallowed her words.

Many ministers were inquiring about Her Majesty's health and what had happened yesterday.

Song Yi naturally wouldn't tell the whole truth. She carefully considered her words and carefully wrote down her reply.

However, her handwriting was already bad, and now that she was weak, she couldn't even hold the pen steadily, so the characters she wrote looked more like scribbles.

Xi Chun absentmindedly ground the ink, when she noticed that Song Yi was wearing His Majesty's jade pendant at his waist.

"Your Majesty, I heard that you insisted on escaping before, and now that His Majesty is unconscious, the jade pendant is on you."

The implication was that if she wanted to leave, no one would dare to stop her at this critical juncture.

Song Yi paused.

Yes, she can indeed leave. Jiang Lanye doesn't know how long he'll remain unconscious, but she'll eventually see the full moon.

but
Recalling how Jiang Lanye had unhesitatingly shielded her behind him, and the sound of the dagger piercing Jiang Lanye's flesh, Song Yi felt terrified, so terrified that her whole body trembled.

She doesn't want to go.

At least for now, she wants to take care of Jiang Lanye until he is out of danger.

"Let's talk about this another time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Eunuch Cao walked in.

He looked at Jiang Lanye, his eyes stinging with tears.

"Your Majesty, is there still no sign that His Majesty is waking up?"

Song Yi shook his head, "From yesterday until now, the imperial physician said that the pulse is still very weak and shallow."

The imperial physicians of the entire Imperial Medical Academy have exhausted all their medical skills and used every medicine imaginable. They have been feeding Jiang Lanye a great deal of medicine since yesterday, and the fact that he is still breathing is entirely due to those medicines.

As for when he will wake up, that depends on Jiang Lanye himself.
Eunuch Cao was somewhat saddened and said in a low voice, "This servant has been serving His Majesty for a long time. In all these years, His Majesty has not had a single close person by his side. The harem is empty. The late Empress passed away early. Sometimes when His Majesty is sad or unhappy, there is no one to talk to him."

"Your Highness, since you came to His Majesty's side, I have noticed the changes in him these past few days. He talks more than before, and he even smiles occasionally."

"Eunuch Cao."

Song Yi suddenly interrupted him in a low voice.

"You can rest assured, at least for now, I will not leave. I know what you mean by saying this."

Eunuch Cao choked up, looking at Song Yi with some unease.

"Does Your Highness really not want to leave?"

Song Yi said in a low voice, "If you are watching me on Jiang Lanye's orders, I won't think anything of it. If you are worried, you can send someone to follow me."

Eunuch Cao quickly replied, "This servant wouldn't dare. What I said just now was only to beg Your Highness not to leave. Now that I've heard Your Highness's words, this servant is relieved."

Song Yi suddenly coughed heavily twice, feeling dizzy.

She reached out and touched her forehead, and Xichun quickly said, "Your Majesty, please rest."

Looking at the mountain of memorials piled up before him, Song Yi sighed helplessly.

"After I finish reviewing these few, I will send someone to return them. As for the rest, I am truly powerless to do so."

She barely ate anything yesterday, and when she woke up this morning, she only drank a small bowl of porridge.

Seeing this, Eunuch Cao felt conflicted.

Song Yi was already thin and frail, and now, seeing the Emperor suffer such a fate, it felt as if overnight, many things that were not her concern had fallen on her thin shoulders, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Suppressing his emotions, Song Yi finished reviewing the memorials, put down his pen, and walked to Jiang Lanye's side.

At that time, the four imperial physicians were still by his side, administering acupuncture, taking his pulse, and discussing something in hushed tones.

Song Yi knew nothing about medicine, so she could only place all her hopes on them. "You imperial physicians have worked hard. I will serve you a meal later, so please have some here."

Now that things have come to this, no one can refuse anymore; they all bow and agree.

Seeing that Jiang Lanye's condition was relatively stable, the imperial physicians washed their hands and prepared to have a meal. Song Yi sat on the edge of the dragon bed and gently stroked his skin.

"Jiang Lanye, you must wake up, or I'll get angry."

"You promised to make me a swing, but you didn't keep your word."

“When you wake up, you can’t keep me locked up like this. I have to punish you by making you go out with me for a whole day.”

After she finished speaking to herself, she saw that Jiang Lanye still did not react at all.

She murmured again, "Never mind, you'll probably be very busy after you wake up. There are so many things piling up for the past few days, and once there are so many memorials to submit, you won't have time to go out with me."

Song Yi tugged the blanket around Jiang Lanye, her nose stinging with tears.

"If only I could give you my own blood."

"You bled so much, why... why did you have to protect me?"

A few more tears fell onto the blanket.

She sniffed and quickly wiped away her tears.

Song Yi sat there watching Jiang Lanye for a long time, until the imperial physician returned.

Seeing this, the imperial physician said, "Your Majesty, please go and have your meal."

"it is good."

Song Yi responded.

She stood up, but then, her body swayed and she fell to the ground.

"Miss!"

The imperial physician was shocked and rushed forward to help Song Yi up and take her pulse.

Hearing the commotion, Xichun quickly called over a palace maid, who moved her to a low couch so she could lie down and rest.

With tears in her eyes, Xichun whispered, "Your Majesty, why are you doing this to yourself?"

Song Yi slept for a long time, and when she woke up again, it was already late at night.

She struggled to sit up and, by the dim candlelight, could vaguely see several imperial physicians standing solemnly beside the imperial bed, whispering something.

She strode over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, you've just woken up; you should rest now!"

Song Yi repeated it again.

"What's wrong? His Majesty..."

Fearing that Song Yi might faint again, the imperial physician carefully chose his words and said helplessly, "Just now, Her Majesty's pulse suddenly disappeared, but it reappeared a moment later. We were afraid of frightening Her Majesty, so..."

"Disappeared suddenly. Does that mean he just had a brush with death?"

The imperial physician nodded solemnly and said, "His Majesty is resolute. Your Majesty, rest assured, nothing will happen."

Song Yi walked over, sat down next to Jiang Lanye, leaned down, and gently lay on his body.

"Jiang Lanye, you must hold on. If you try to leave, I will immediately smash your jade pendant and go back."

Day two.

There were many more memorials than yesterday.

Song Yi looked at the memorials wearily, knowing that the ministers were even more excited because of his response yesterday, and each of them chose to present a memorial.

(End of this chapter)