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

Chapter 121 Physical Strength Can't Keep Up

She wasn't wearing her nightgown yet. Just now, before Jiang Lanye went to take a bath, he changed her dressing while she was too tired to continue.

The blanket covered her body completely, concealing all the ambiguous red marks.

She was truly exhausted. She had provoked the situation herself, but her stamina simply couldn't keep up.

Jiang Lanye recalled how she had asked him intermittently why she wasn't tired, and found it amusing.

Song Yi thought this time would be easy, because Jiang Lanye hadn't slept well for several days. In the end, she was the one who fell asleep first from exhaustion. Jiang Lanye was considerate of her injuries and didn't bother her anymore, letting her rest properly.

He lifted the covers, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulled her closer to him, resting his chin on her soft neck, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort.

The bed was warm and cozy. He could feel Song Yi's breathing, touch the smoothness of her skin, and see the blue veins beneath her fair skin.

Jiang Lanye finally felt relieved and hugged her tighter, wishing he could meld her into his embrace.

The two of them slept soundly for a long time.

Song Yi woke up first, opened her sore eyes, and was taken aback to find that the room had already darkened.

The arms around her waist were very tight. Song Yi struggled to turn around in Jiang Lanye's arms. When she bent her legs, the soreness in her groin made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Jiang Lanye woke up, opened his eyes slightly, and before he could even see Song Yi's current position, he pulled her into his arms again.

Song Yi knew he hadn't slept well, and even though the current position wasn't comfortable, she obediently stayed still until Jiang Lanye fell asleep again.

Jiang Lanye suddenly chuckled softly, reaching out to gently caress her back and neck, insisting on touching every inch of her soft skin before he would stop.

"Why are you so good?"

His throat sounded like it contained a bit of grit, low and hoarse, his voice deep and lingering softly in Song Yi's ear.

She inappropriately recalled the soft, yet incredibly alluring, breaths Jiang Lanye had made in her ear earlier that day.

"I was thinking of letting you sleep a little longer."

Jiang Lanye responded listlessly, "I can't sleep."

Song Yi snuggled into his arms twice and asked, "Can't sleep? Do you want to get up?"

Actually, she's a little hungry now.

Jiang Lanye suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her collarbone, saying, "Get up."

Song Yi responded and was about to sit up when she suddenly realized something and quickly lay back down, glaring at Jiang Lanye:
Where are my clothes?

Jiang Lanye couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair.

"When I changed your dressing just now, I saw that you wouldn't open your eyes, so I simply tucked you into the bed after I finished."

Song Yi turned into a pool of spring water, and Jiang Lanye did not force her to get up and dress.

"I'm going out now, so please bring it to me quickly."

Jiang Lanye didn't move, looking at her and asking in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Realizing what he had said, Song Yi's face instantly turned bright red, and she pulled the blanket over her cheeks.

"Jiang Lanye, you're so annoying!"

Jiang Lanye pulled the blanket off, looked at her fair and rosy cheeks, and said helplessly:
"I asked seriously. I'll go ask the physician for some ointment later, and I'll apply it properly tonight."

Seeing that he was truly serious, Song Yi quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, saying:

"no!"

If he really went to ask for it, wouldn't the doctor know?
"In short, it just won't work."

she repeated.

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So thin-skinned? Why did you even bother in the first place?"

Song Yi reached out and covered his mouth. Looking down at her slender, jade-like fingers, he reached out and held Song Yi's wrist, then kissed her palm.

"It's alright, I'll go, you don't need to come."

After saying that, he got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, Xichun was startled and quickly looked at Jiang Lanye.

"His Majesty."

What exactly happened between these two?

Seeing Jiang Lanye's neat and tidy appearance now, the bloodshot in his eyes had faded considerably.

"Consort Yun's original clothes are wet, bring her new ones."

Xichun responded blankly and hurriedly went to get it.

Jiang Lanye took it and then closed the door tightly.

Song Yi wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and watched Jiang Lanye come over with the dress. She stretched out her fair arm to take it.

Jiang Lanye deftly stepped aside, glancing at the finger marks on her arm, and said, "I'll help you put it on."

After a stick of incense.

Song Yi was carried out by Jiang Lanye.

She still has difficulty walking.

Jiang Lanye looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Go back to your room or to the main hall?"

Song Yi looked around curiously and whispered, "This house seems even better than the one we had in Rongcheng."

The Guanzhong region was a hub for merchants, with frequent trade and important transportation routes. As a relatively prosperous area, the residences of local officials were naturally much better.

Seeing her curious expression, and remembering that Song Yi had been staying indoors since arriving here, he immediately understood her thoughts.

Even if she didn't say anything, Jiang Lanye knew she didn't want to go back to the house, so he simply carried her to the hall.

At this moment, several pear wood chairs were placed in the main hall, and several people were sitting inside. When they saw Jiang Lanye carrying a woman in, they were first stunned, and then quickly knelt down and respectfully said:
"Greetings, Your Majesty; greetings, Imperial Concubine."

Song Yi stared blankly at the group, not yet reacting, when Jiang Lanye gently placed her on a chair.

He remained silent for a moment, and those who were kneeling and bowing did not dare to get up.

Before Song Yi woke up, they had all witnessed Jiang Lanye's presence firsthand. He was like a demon king from hell, his brows filled with a chilling aura, and no one dared to approach him rashly.

However, when I saw Jiang Lanye carrying Song Yi in just now, although he wasn't smiling, his expression seemed a little gentler than it had been the previous two days.

It was like a sharp sword being sheathed.

So, one person mustered up his courage and said, "Your Majesty, I have prepared a fine ginseng for the Empress, which would be perfect for nourishing her body."

Jiang Lanye responded indifferently, simply saying, "Serve the meal."

Song Yi clutched her stomach, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "You can all get up now. Thank you for your help. I'm a little hungry."

Everyone looked at each other.

Even when the Imperial Concubine told them to get up, they dared not.

Hearing no movement of getting up, Jiang Lanye sat on a chair to the side, with a small table between him and Song Yi, and said in a low voice, "Consort Yun wants you to get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Concubine."

They felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly got up.

Jiang Lanye took a sip of the tea on the table, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger, and asked:

"The grain supplies sent to Qingzhou were intercepted from your side?"

(End of this chapter)