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

Chapter 143 Possession
Jiang Lanye slept comfortably, but Song Yi suffered because she kept her neck stiff and dared not move.

She knew that Jiang Lanye was a light sleeper and that the slightest noise would wake him up.

Jiang Lanye had never tried to fall asleep sitting up before, but today he held Song Yi tightly in his arms and fell asleep so easily.

The candle in the lamp burned out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

It seems someone left something here and came back to retrieve it.

Seeing the door slowly open and the light from outside streaming in, Song Yi felt somewhat at a loss.

The person who came in was the young general who had been discussing things with us in the Sword Pavilion. He looked perfectly normal, as if he hadn't expected anyone to be in the room. He pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as he looked up, he saw His Majesty holding the Imperial Concubine tightly, sleeping on her body.

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The scene before my eyes was no less terrifying than seeing a ghost.

My soul was nearly scared away.

Song Yi was still being held by Jiang Lanye. She raised her arm, feeling embarrassed, and waved to him with a smile.

As soon as the light shone in, Jiang Lanye shifted uneasily, tightened his embrace, pulled Song Yi into his arms, and opened his sore, bloodshot eyes.

Jiang Lanye was extremely annoyed at being suddenly woken up. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked like a ferocious beast that had just discovered someone had invaded his territory. His eyes were unusually terrifying.

Jiang Lanye held Song Yi in his arms, his hand resting on Song Yi's neck in a possessive gesture. He stared intently at Song Yi and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

He said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, I was just passing by. Please continue to rest. I will take my leave."

After saying that, he ran out as if his life depended on it, making sure to close the door behind him.

Song Yi patted him reassuringly and said softly, "Jiang Lanye, look, you've scared him away."

"Ah."

He responded softly, his voice lingering and tinged with weariness, clearly indicating he hadn't had enough sleep.

His warm breath sprayed onto Song Yi's neck, and he wished he could bury himself in her body. He rubbed against her and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep for another half an hour."

"it is good."

Jiang Lanye quickly fell asleep again.

Song Yi also closed his eyelids and rested.

Half an hour will be up soon.

Song Yi squinted at the light streaming in through the window, which seemed to have become much dimmer.

She was reluctant to wake Jiang Lanye, because he had obviously only slept for two hours at most this time.

But she knew Jiang Lanye was very busy and couldn't afford to spend his time sleeping.

Song Yi sighed softly, leaned close to Jiang Lanye's ear, and said, "It's time to get up."

Jiang Lanye woke up quickly, held Song Yi in his arms for a while in a daze, his eyes gradually cleared, and he let go of Song Yi.

Song Yi stood up, feeling her limbs go numb, and reached out to tug at her slightly wrinkled dress.

Jiang Lanye looked at her, took her hand again, and, not forgetting to tease her with the nickname he used before bed, whispered:

"Yiyi, let's go."

Song Yi: "."

The two went outside and down the stairs, where they found Xie Ling standing to one side. In front of him were many reed fluffs, which he had just sent his soldiers to cut from the hillsides and streams in the wild.

Song Yi was taken aback and asked, "Are these things going to be used as linings for robes?"

Xie Ling was startled by Song Yi's voice. Turning around, he found the two of them had just come down from the Sword Pavilion, and was momentarily bewildered. Shouldn't His Majesty have come down long ago?

The two stayed up there for almost two hours.
Fearing that Xie Ling might misunderstand, Song Yi explained, "His Majesty has been sleeping too little these past two days, and he just rested for a while in the Sword Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Xie Ling immediately looked at Jiang Lanye with concern, feeling somewhat annoyed.

The city is mostly populated by burly men, who are unaware of Jiang Lanye's daily routine. After all, they don't watch over him all day, so they naturally don't know how long Jiang Lanye has slept these past two days.

Xie Ling noticed that Jiang Lanye's eyes were indeed a little red, and quickly said:

"Your Majesty, there is nothing to do today. You should rest well. I have been negligent these past two days."

Jiang Lanye did not respond to this statement, but simply said, "It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only one day to use it. As the General Who Guards the North, you are naturally more hardworking than I am."

After all, it is not an easy task to supervise and manage so many soldiers.

Upon hearing his words, Xie Ling couldn't help but recall the moment at the Sword Pavilion when Jiang Lanye inexplicably looked at him and laughed, saying with a gentle expression that he was very important.
His Majesty's appearance was truly terrifying; could it be...?

Xie Ling choked on his own saliva and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, will you suddenly send me out as well?"

Perhaps he is also a pawn.

After all, Jiang Lanye's smile was so strange that it gave him the creeps.

Jiang Lanye didn't understand why he would think that way, and simply said casually, "No."

Seeing that Jiang Lanye's reaction was indifferent, Xie Ling knew that it was a misunderstanding.

His Majesty must have been smiling at the Imperial Concubine.

Song Yi gently tugged at Jiang Lanye's sleeve and said, "I said there's nothing to do today, are you still going to be busy?"

Jiang Lanye knew that Song Yi was concerned about him. He looked up at the sky and said, "Go back and rest for a while. When it gets dark, I will go to the front-line camp to take a look."

Song Yi immediately raised her hand in front of him.

Jiang Lanye glanced at her and said, "Do you think I'd feel comfortable leaving you here alone?"

Song Yi then gave a satisfied hum, and looking at the willow catkins in front of Xie Ling, she quickly instructed, "By the way, these things usually grow by the stream, so they are inevitably a bit damp. Why don't you wait until tomorrow to dry them in the sun for another day before using them?"

Xie Ling responded.

Afterwards, Song Yi pulled Jiang Lanye away.

Back in her room, Song Yi couldn't help but stretch and yawn, clenching her fists to rub her aching back, and asked curiously:

"By the way, Jiang Lanye, you just sent Zuo Sheng out like that? Aren't you worried he'll...?"

Jiang Lanye noticed Song Yi's movements, stepped forward, and almost enveloped her with his body. His large hands landed on her waist, and he carefully massaged her waist while saying:

“I will not let him bring too many people. This move is only to test the feasibility of this tactic and to dampen his arrogance. He is becoming more and more arrogant. There are some things that I understand even if Xie Ling does not say them.”

Song Yi felt incredibly comfortable as he massaged her, her bones almost melting. She then asked:

"Aren't you afraid he'll get hurt?"

"For someone with his personality to rise to the position of general, he must have some extraordinary abilities."

Seeing that Jiang Lanye wasn't worried about him, Song Yi had even less to say.

She almost got lost in the moment, squinting as she leaned against Jiang Lanye's chest. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, "There's still an hour until dark, you should go to sleep."

She pushed Jiang Lanye towards the bed and asked, "But will you be able to sleep like this?"

Jiang Lanye grabbed her and said, "You sleep with me, or I'll have nightmares."

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the late empress's death. Upon hearing this, Song Yi remained silent, obediently took off her shoes, and snuggled into his arms.

(End of this chapter)