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

Chapter 215 The Forsythia is in Full Bloom

Jiang Lanye then took a sip.

Song Yi then fed him another spoonful, and subconsciously asked, "Is it good?"

Jiang Lanye paused.

She immediately shut her mouth, realizing she shouldn't have asked, otherwise Jiang Lanye wouldn't know how to answer.

She was a little annoyed.

Jiang Lanye observed her less-than-pleasant expression and said helplessly, "Should I say it tastes good or not?"

Song Yi: "."

She wasn't jealous at all; she just blurted out a question without thinking.

"It tastes good, doesn't it? I just tested it to see if it was too hot to drink, and it tastes pretty good. Consort Ning cooked it for so long, we can't let her efforts go to waste, can we?"

Jiang Lanye wisely kept quiet.

Faced with this kind of problem, his best choice is to remain silent, so as to avoid saying too much and making mistakes.

Consort Ning watched as Song Yi finished the soup. She stood up and said softly, "If Your Majesty likes it, I will stew it and send it to you every day from now on."

Song Yi touched her chin thoughtfully. She could make soup, but Jiang Lanye probably couldn't bear her being away from him for more than an hour.

Jiang Lanye glanced at her and said calmly, "No need, this kind of thing can be left to the palace servants in the imperial kitchen."

Consort Ning's spirits lifted, and she said softly, "Your Majesty, I don't mind the hard work. As long as I can take care of Your Majesty and Your Majesty's health can improve because of me, I will be very happy."

After saying this, she turned and left with her maids. A moment later, a young eunuch came and swept away the fruit on the ground.

Song Yi rested her chin on her hand and looked at him, saying, "That soup is really nourishing. I was thinking that if you like it, I can make it for you in the future."

Jiang Lanye looked at her and said solemnly, "I like you."

"what?"

Song Yi was stunned for a moment.

After a while, she realized what was happening.

Jiang Lanye meant that he preferred Song Yi to be by his side at all times rather than drinking that kind of soup, and that the soup-making could be left to someone else.

Her ears burned, and she suddenly said, "By the way, please don't call me those mushy nicknames so casually anymore."

Jiang Lanye paused for a moment, then said slowly, "You'll get used to it."

"Won't it be better?"

"But before, when I called you Yiyi, you weren't used to it and wouldn't let me call you that. Now that there's an even more affectionate name for you, aren't you used to it?"

Song Yi choked for a moment, and inexplicably felt that what Jiang Lanye said made a lot of sense.

Jiang Lanye's eyes crinkled with a smile, and his voice was deep and gentle as he called her name. The sound was exceptionally tender and affectionate.
"Goodness, aren't you bored sitting here all the time? Come for a walk with me."

Song Yi responded blankly, picked up his outer robe, watched him stand up, and asked in confusion, "Are you... bored?"

There just felt off about hearing those words come out of Jiang Lanye's mouth.

Jiang Lanye walked up to her, and with a glance down he noticed a leaf that had somehow gotten into her hair. He plucked it away and said, "Help me put this on."

When Song Yi saw that he really didn't intend to bend down, she could only stand on tiptoe and put on her outer robe. As before, the two straps in front of her chest were tied into a pretty bow.

She glared at Jiang Lanye and muttered under her breath, "All you do is try to intimidate me with your body."

Jiang Lanye tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who said that? If I wanted to subdue you, there are many ways."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yi darted forward a few steps like an eel. Today, Song Yi was wearing a pale yellow dress; the colors of her dresses were as bright as her personality—she loved wearing bright colors.

The skirt was made of the finest soft gauze, each layer so thin that light could pass through. But the many layers of light gauze were layered together, making the skirt look light and flowing. As she ran, the forsythia pattern embroidered on the skirt swayed continuously.

Jiang Lanye didn't rush to catch up with her, but simply quietly appreciated the rare beautiful scenery before him.

The dress was perfectly fitted at the waist, and Song Yi tied a matching silk sash into a bow at the back, with two flowing ribbons hanging down.

Song Yi turned around and saw Jiang Lanye standing under the pavilion, looking inexplicably pitiful, so she took the initiative to return to his side.

"Let's go. You insisted on saying those things earlier, can't I even run a few steps?"

Jiang Lanye didn't say anything, but simply reached out and took Song Yi's hand, and walked slowly with her.

The sun was shining brightly, and the two of them were walking against the light. The sunlight warmed their backs, and all the flowers, plants, and trees planted on both sides of the path exuded vitality.

Song Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's already so beautiful in early spring. I can't imagine what it will be like when the peach blossoms bloom later."

Jiang Lanye's brow twitched slightly, and he suddenly asked, "When the peach blossoms bloom, will it be your birthday?"

He remembered very clearly that Song Yi was very different from him in many ways.

One was born in spring, a time of warm weather and blooming flowers; the other was born in late autumn, a time when the harsh winter was just around the corner.

"Yes."

After answering, she paused, recalling the scene of Jiang Lanye ordering so many peach trees to be planted last time, and suddenly realized:

"Jiang Lanye, did you start preparing around that time?"

The person was unusually slow to react, and it wasn't until now that they finally realized what was happening.

Jiang Lanye seemed somewhat helpless as he raised his hand and patted her head.

What can be done about Song Yi's foolishness? There's nothing we can do but spoil her.

"Your birthday falls right when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and you especially love peach blossoms, so I thought I would send you a peach blossom at that time."

Song Yi couldn't help but laugh, "What are we going to do, Jiang Lanye? I've discovered your surprise."

Jiang Lanye: "."

I never intended to hide it.

She realized it too late.

"I've made up my mind, I'm going to go take a look at the Imperial Garden now."

At this time, most of the flowers in the Imperial Garden had not yet bloomed. At most, you could see some swollen buds, but they were not very big. The forsythia, on the other hand, was the first to bloom, with its bright yellow flowers densely packed together, small clusters of them squeezed on the slender branches.

Song Yi walked over quickly, stood in front of the forsythia, and gestured for Jiang Lanye to look at her.

“Jiang Lanye, look at me. The dress I’m wearing today is this color, and did you notice the pattern on it? It’s also forsythia.”

Jiang Lanye said softly, "I noticed it a long time ago."

He suddenly felt a pang of regret; the scene before him was so beautiful, yet he couldn't preserve it.

Tomorrow, I'll call a painter over. I'll have Song Yi sit in front of these forsythia bushes, and the painting he creates will hang in his palace, preferably where he reviews memorials.

Jiang Lanye told Song Yi about his idea, and Song Yi didn't refuse. She simply walked up to him, pointed to herself, and winked mischievously.

“I’m right here. When you’re tired of reading the memorials, do you still need to look at my picture? Just look at me directly.”

(End of this chapter)