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

Chapter 73 Clingy
Seeing that she was sitting next to him, Jiang Lanye took her hand with one hand and then extended his other hand for the imperial physician to take her pulse.

"Your Majesty is suffering from internal cold and external heat due to inflammation. The wound has not yet healed. Starting tomorrow, Your Majesty must not move around freely."

"The weather is hot now, and if the wound opens up, it is easy for it to become infected, which will be difficult to treat."

Jiang Lanye didn't react to the imperial physician's words, but Song Yi nodded very seriously. Finally, she tugged at his sleeve and said irritably, "Did you hear that?"

Jiang Lanye looked at her and hummed in agreement.

The imperial physician then said, "Now, I will write down a prescription and have the palace maids prepare the medicine. After Your Majesty takes the medicine, you should rest. If you sweat early tomorrow morning, the fever should subside."

Song Yi quickly replied, "Okay."

The imperial physician couldn't bear to watch the two of them so reluctant to part. He was about to tell Jiang Lanye that he needed to cover himself well with the blanket tonight, but when he saw Song Yi pull the blanket up a bit, he swallowed his words and silently walked out.

Jiang Lanye kept staring intently at Song Yi.

Song Yi touched his forehead again, looking at him without blinking, and asked, "Are you stupid?"

Jiang Lanye stirred slightly.

However, he suddenly pressed his entire body against Song Yi, and Song Yi quickly opened her arms to hug him.

He was tall and slender, and he pressed down on her, making it difficult for Song Yi to hold him.

But he kept nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck.

Song Yi noticed that he was in a bad mood and patiently asked, "What's wrong?"

"The candlelight is too bright."

His voice was muffled.

Perhaps due to illness, her words still carried a faint nasal tone, making her sound somewhat pitiful and aggrieved.

Song Yi held him and looked at the two candles he had mentioned.

Jiang Lanye has never liked brightly lit environments, something Song Yi knew long ago, but at this moment, she still couldn't help but say:

“If we don’t light candles, how can anyone see you? Besides, you got a fever in the middle of the night, and the palace maids will come in to bring you medicine. The palace can’t be completely dark.”

She kept talking incessantly in Jiang Lanye's ear, but Jiang Lanye remained silent, only holding Song Yi tightly.

Actually, she was so sleepy that her eyelids were trembling, and she forced herself to suppress her yawns several times, which made her eyes glisten with tears.

She didn't know how much time had passed, so much so that she suspected Jiang Lanye had fallen asleep while holding her, when finally the palace maid brought in the medicine.

Song Yi quickly nudged him: "Jiang Lanye, get up and drink your medicine."

Jiang Lanye was unwilling to get up, unwilling to let go.

Seeing this, the palace maid curiously and secretly observed the two of them.

She had been in the Golden Palace for two years and had never seen her emperor so clingy. Was it because he was ill, or was it just his nature?
Song Yi angrily said, "If you're not getting up, you can sleep by yourself tonight."

Jiang Lanye immediately let go of his hand and turned to pick up the bowl of medicine.

His eyelashes drooped gently, the candlelight casting long shadows that fell quietly on his cheeks. He held a bowl of bitter medicine in his hand, looking particularly forlorn.

Song Yi couldn't help but lean closer and sniff, and immediately frowned.

It smells awful.
Jiang Lanye still did not move.

Song Yi couldn't help but urge him, "It'll get cold if you don't drink it soon."

Jiang Lanye then drank it all in one gulp, and then said quietly, "The treatment I received before I woke up is quite different from the treatment I received after I woke up."

Song Yi looked at him blankly.

What's different?

Jiang Lanye stopped speaking, clearly not wanting to explain further.

Song Yi handed the empty bowl to the palace maid, and after watching her leave, Song Yi said, "I'll go and extinguish the candles."

Just as she was about to get up, Jiang Lanye suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly again.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his grip was unusually strong, clearly indicating that he didn't want Song Yi to go down.

Song Yi said directly, "Either I go and turn off the candle now, or you sleep in the glaring light all night. The choice is yours."

Jiang Lanye struggled for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. Song Yi, still in her shoes, took scissors and cut the wick.

She had just returned to the bed when Jiang Lanye pulled her into his arms, his arm around her waist.

Song Yi reached out and groped with difficulty along the edge of the blanket, pulling it up with all her might.

Jiang Lanye:
In the latter half of the night, Jiang Lanye did not have any more nightmares.

The next morning.

It was rare for Song Yi to wake up earlier than Jiang Lanye. The first thing she did after waking up was to reach out and touch Jiang Lanye's forehead, as he seemed to have sweated a bit in the latter half of the night.

She carefully lifted the quilt, and a palace maid quietly entered. Song Yi quickly washed up and simply tied her hair up.

Not long after, Jiang Lanye woke up with a frown on his face. Upon seeing this, Song Yi quickly went over to him.

In a daze, Jiang Lanye subconsciously turned around to feel for the person next to him, but only touched something cold.

The drowsy feeling vanished instantly, and he immediately tried to sit up, but Song Yi quickly pressed him down.

"Didn't the imperial physician just say last night that we shouldn't move around unnecessarily?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Lanye's body suddenly went limp. Obediently, he lay back down and even pulled the blanket up a little.

What were you doing just now?

"I just washed up. Do you think this hairpin looks good on me today?"

After saying that, she turned her face to show Jiang Lanye.

It is a hairpin shaped like a peach blossom.

Jiang Lanye said, "It looks good."

Song Yi said directly, "Anyway, you just say it looks good no matter what I ask you."

Then, she summoned the imperial physician to take Jiang Lanye's pulse.

"His Majesty's chill has dissipated, and he now only has a slight fever. He will take another dose of medicine in a little while. Also, the plaster on his back needs to be changed today."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi quickly asked, "Will it hurt a lot?"

"This pain is inevitable."

Jiang Lanye said calmly, "It's alright."

He still wanted to sit up, so Song Yi carefully helped him up and brought him warm water to wash up.

What would you like to eat right now?

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow: "Can I choose?"

"You can choose porridge."

Jiang Lanye immediately replied with a lack of interest, "Then it's up to you."

Perhaps it was because Jiang Lanye looked sickly and weak, as if he could be pushed over at any moment, that Song Yi gradually became bolder.

"Whatever? Since it's whatever you want, then I'll have to prepare some bland, tasteless porridge for you."

Jiang Lanye pursed his lips and stared at her.

"Or do you want to drink millet porridge? That doesn't taste very good."

Seeing that Jiang Lanye's face was getting darker and darker, Song Yi chuckled and said, "Have some lean meat porridge. The imperial physician also said that you should eat some meat to replenish your strength."

After the palace maid brought the porridge to the table, Jiang Lanye drank it with exceptional refinement, sip by sip.

After a long pause, he suddenly said, "Let's look at the memorials."

As if on cue, the memorials to the throne arrived today.

The news of Jiang Lanye's awakening spread yesterday, and today, the number of memorials submitted has visibly doubled.

Upon seeing this, Song Yi's face darkened, and he couldn't help but say:
"Do these people care about you or not?"

(End of this chapter)