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

Chapter 210 How Long Can He Live?
The Empress Dowager noticed the fleeting smugness in her eyes, took her hand affectionately, and smiled kindly: "Of course. In two more years, when His Majesty has come to his senses, the position of Empress should rightfully be yours, given how long you have served him."

Consort Ning hesitated for a moment: "But... His Majesty dotes on the Imperial Consort so much."

"Although she is a Noble Consort, she has no one in the court. It is already too good to just give her the title of Noble Consort. In my heart, you are the most suitable person to be Empress."

Consort Ning's lips curved slightly upward. She grasped the Empress Dowager's hand in return and murmured, "Your Majesty, I am terrified, but I am willing."

"Tomorrow your father will enter the palace, and you will go with him to see His Majesty."

"it is good."

Inside the Jinluan Hall.

Song Yi had been lying down for half an hour when she suddenly threw back the covers and sat up. Sitting on the dragon bed, she couldn't see Jiang Lanye, but she knew he must have been reading memorials the whole time. She immediately shouted:
"Jiang Lanye—you've been watching for half an hour now, it's time to rest."

Jiang Lanye was momentarily dazed, then a smile appeared on his lips as he softly replied, "Three more letters, coming soon."

Song Yi went straight downstairs. She walked over step by step, snatched the memorial from his hand without any politeness, and slammed it on the table: "You're not listening to the imperial physician again. I told you you should rest properly."

He then pulled Song Yi onto his lap.

"I will not listen to the imperial physicians, I will only listen to you."

Song Yi glanced at him and said, "Nonsense."

Jiang Lanye didn't argue. He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her twice, inhaling her scent. He relaxed completely, and when he spoke again, he was already somewhat tired.

"I know my own body well. I've been examined for three hours straight before, but now I'm tired after only half an hour."

Song Yi took the pills from the table and made Jiang Lanye take them, then touched his face with some tenderness.

"Since you're tired, take a good rest. Nothing is more important than your health. When you meet the ministers tomorrow, take this thing off my ankle. I need to keep track of the time so you don't lose track of time while you're talking."

"You always say you know what you're doing, but do you even realize how pale your lips are right now?"

His gaze fell on Song Yi's lips, and he whispered, "It's because you didn't kiss me."

After saying that, he pecked Song Yi's lips, and when she didn't react, he leaned in and kissed her again. He repeated this several times until Song Yi pushed him away with a stern face, and only then was Jiang Lanye satisfied.

"I've noticed you like to deliberately change the subject. I told you to untie this tomorrow, did you hear me?"

Jiang Lanye was reluctant, his hand gripping her waist, his palm rubbing intimately through her clothes. He pinched the soft flesh on Song Yi's lower abdomen, recalling how Song Yi had gotten angry when he couldn't help biting her in the military camp.

He was kneading again, observing Song Yi's expression as he did so.

She slapped Jiang Lanye's hand without any politeness: "Did you even hear me? Can you answer me?"

"I heard."

He whispered, then his fingers deftly found the edge of the hem of his shirt and slipped inside.

Song Yi hadn't noticed his hands were causing trouble, and asked earnestly, "I heard you, and then what? Do you agree or not?"

Suddenly, my waist felt loose.

He untied the straps of the inner bodice.

Song Yi's expression instantly turned somewhat panicked, alarm bells went off in her mind, but it was obviously too late. She hurriedly tried to get off Jiang Lanye's lap, but Jiang Lanye held her firmly in his arms.

What are you doing in broad daylight?!

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes, intending to move upwards, but then felt resistance on his wrists. He realized that Song Yi was gripping his wrists tightly with both hands, preventing him from moving. "I promise you, I'll untie you tomorrow. Be good, let go."

He readily agreed at this point.

Her cheeks flushed, the tingling sensation from his touch half an hour ago still lingering. She looked at Jiang Lanye's other exposed hand; his hand was extremely beautiful, broad and slender, with distinct knuckles, covered with a thin layer of calluses from years of holding a pen and a sword.

Whenever his mobile game touched Song Yi's skin, it could easily cause a burning sensation.

"No, can you please stop messing around?"

"I'm not making a fuss. How wary of me are you usually? You can't even let me touch you like this?"

Song Yi gradually exhausted herself. She hated herself for being so weak. In just a moment, her fingers went limp. Seeing that she could no longer stop Jiang Lanye, she made a desperate move. She raised both hands, hooked them around his neck, pounced on him, and bit him hard on the chin.

At the same time, Jiang Lanye finally got what he wanted.

She trembled uncontrollably in Jiang Lanye's arms.

When Song Yi squinted at Jiang Lanye, she found that his expression was as calm as ever. If you only looked at his appearance, you would think that he was pure and indifferent to worldly desires, but only Song Yi knew how wicked he was in private.

The next day.

Jiang Lan slept soundly last night, which Song Yi believed was due to the acupuncture. After he finished his medicine this morning, Song Yi fed him a candied fruit in his preferred way before the imperial physician arrived.

Seeing this, Song Yi quickly said, "His Majesty slept very well last night. Please take a look and see if he is feeling any better?"

After taking Jiang Lanye's pulse, the imperial physician glanced at him but remained silent.

Noticing that the imperial physician's expression wasn't as relieved as she had imagined, Song Yi felt a sense of foreboding.

"What's wrong? His Majesty has been taking his medicine on time these past two days."

The imperial physician hesitated, as if he wanted to speak but then stopped.

Jiang Lanye knew what he was worried about and said indifferently, "Speak plainly."

His hand rested on the table, his knuckles casually bent, exceptionally relaxed, as if what he was about to say had nothing to do with him.

The imperial physician said in a deep voice, "His Majesty is currently suffering from internal deficiency. It has only been a few days, so it is impossible to see immediate results. Recovery will be slow and gradual, but this pace is indeed too slow. If things continue like this, I'm afraid His Majesty will not be able to hold on until then."

Song Yi was taken aback, and her eyes reddened slightly.

"What do you mean? But what else can we do? Take our medicine on time, get plenty of rest, what other options are there?"

The imperial physician glanced at Jiang Lanye, hesitant to say what he was about to say.

"What Your Majesty needs now is absolute rest. Every sleep and every mood is crucial. Treatment is only 30% and recuperation is 70%, but Your Majesty's current recuperation is less than 50%."

Song Yi frowned. So, Jiang Lanye should completely abandon his imperial identity and focus on recuperating, but how could that be possible?

Jiang Lanye suddenly asked, "If my condition doesn't improve, how long can I possibly live?"

He suddenly asked the question that everyone was unwilling to mention or think about.

Song Yi immediately became annoyed. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

(End of this chapter)