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

Chapter 216 His Majesty is actually wearing a flower wreath?
Jiang Lanye looked at her intently, her bright smile reflected in his dark pupils. He suddenly pinched Song Yi's chin, leaned down and kissed her lips, his voice hoarse as he said:
"I will paint a picture so that I can take it with me when I am gone."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi's face immediately fell.

Jiang Lanye's warm breath was still on her cheek when Song Yi suddenly pushed him away without any politeness.

He took a step back, distancing himself from Song Yi, and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Jiang Lanye, if you ever say something like that to me again, I will never talk to you again."

Jiang Lanye said in a deep voice, "The imperial physicians' medical skills are almost never wrong. The reason I didn't completely rule it out is simply because I am the emperor. If something happens to me, the entire court will be thrown into turmoil."

Song Yi frowned deeply and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? The fact that you haven't completely ruled out the possibility means we still have a chance. Take your medicine and rest well. Your past injuries and damage will slowly heal. Do you not trust the imperial physicians or you don't trust me?"

Two tiny flames seemed to be burning and flickering in the depths of her eyes, almost scalding his cold heart.

Jiang Lanye realized he had angered Song Yi. He moved his lips and explained, "I don't trust myself."

It’s better not to say this.

Song Yi turned around immediately, as if to leave.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Lanye immediately stepped forward, grabbed her arm, hugged Song Yi from behind, leaned down slightly, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry I upset you."

Song Yi's eyes stung with tears. She said softly, "I'm not angry at your words, I'm just angry. Things haven't even gotten that serious yet, and you've already lost faith and are ready to give up. What am I going to do if you really give up?"

"Jiang Lanye, you know how painful those three years were without me. If you really leave, I won't have you for the rest of my life. That's decades of time. How sad would I be?"

Jiang Lanye listened to her words silently, tightening his arms around her waist without making a sound, and murmured, "I won't, I can't bear to leave you, I won't go."

Song Yi sniffed: "You should have thought that way!"

Seeing that she wasn't so angry anymore, Jiang Lanye let go of her hand, turned her body back, and looked at her wet eyelashes, gently wiping them away with his fingertips as if to pity.

She pretended to lightly tap Jiang Lanye.

"You're so annoying! I was having a really nice day, and you had to say something like that."

After saying that, she walked to the small stone bench and sat down. Seeing that Jiang Lanye was still standing there, she turned her head away and refused to look at him.

Jiang Lanye stared at her thin, slender back for a while, then suddenly reached out and broke off a branch of forsythia beside her.

Hearing the noise, Song Yi felt awkward and couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

Jiang Lanye's slender fingers deftly manipulated the forsythia, its tender yellow petals trembling in his palm.

He slowed down his movements, bending the flower branch into an arc, as if afraid of breaking it.

Jiang Lanye caught a glimpse of Song Yi out of the corner of his eye. Although Song Yi still had a stern face, her eyes couldn't help but glance in his direction.

He slightly curved his lips and plucked a few more forsythia blossoms that were in full bloom.

baffling.

Song Yi turned her head back again. She didn't even try to comfort her.

As Jiang Lanye's fingers flew across the paper, a delicate wreath gradually took shape, with tender yellow flowers adorning the verdant branches, so vibrant that it seemed to hold the entire spring in its hands.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind her. Just as Song Yi was about to turn around, she felt something being placed on her head, the movement very gentle.

Song Yi stared at Jiang Lanye in astonishment. Jiang Lanye was already half-squatting in front of her, looking her straight in the eye. Looking at her now, he said softly, "My precious Yiyi is more beautiful than a forsythia. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Jiang Lanye had given her many gifts before, mostly gold and silver jewelry. Since she became Consort Yun, she had never lacked clothes and jewelry, but none of them made her as happy as this flower wreath he had made by hand.

The fragrance of forsythia lingered around her nose, and her pale yellow dress, which already made her look exceptionally charming, now made her even more radiant.

Song Yi pursed her lips, her hand already reaching out to touch the flower wreath twice, trying to maintain an angry expression, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"You don't have to be angry unless you wear the one I knitted too."

Jiang Lanye's brow twitched slightly. In any case, ever since Song Yi returned to his side, his so-called imperial majesty had long since disappeared in front of her. Although it was very likely that other palace servants would see it, he still agreed.

So, Song Yi imitated Jiang Lanye and made up another one.

Jiang Lanye had already stood up. Seeing the obviously crooked flower wreath in her hand, he asked in a low voice with a hint of helplessness, "Do you really have to wear it?"

"You have to wear it, you already promised me."

"Quickly, lower your head."

Jiang Lanye lowered his head, and Song Yi put the headband on him. She couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, cup his face in her hands, and examine him carefully before chuckling to herself.

"It's great, it looks amazing."

After their playful banter, the two almost forgot their original purpose of coming here to see the peach blossoms, and walked over hand in hand.

Those slender, short peach trees have finally grown taller and sprouted many new branches. When they arrived, the soil was still wet, indicating that the palace servants had just watered them.

Song Yi bent down to take a closer look and found that some branches already had some small flower buds, but they were not dense, and most of them were still just green leaves.

Seeing that they were all growing well, and the swing next to them was constantly swaying, Song Yi really wanted to sit on it, but after calculating the time, Jiang Lanye should go back to take his medicine, so she quickly pulled him back to the Golden Palace.

Along the way, Song Yi completely forgot that the two of them were still wearing flower wreaths.

Jiang Lanye did remember, but he always thought that Song Yi deliberately didn't want him to take it off, so he took her hand and walked to the entrance of the Golden Palace.

Eunuch Cao, leaning against a vermilion stone pillar, was dozing with his eyes half-closed when he heard the noise. He quickly said, "Your Majesty and the Empress are back. Your Majesty, the medicine is ready. You... uh..."

He looked up and saw Jiang Lanye, who was expressionless and aloof, wearing a pale yellow forsythia wreath on her head. Seeing this in broad daylight, he suddenly felt extremely horrified. He instantly forgot what he was going to say and just stared blankly at Jiang Lanye.

Seeing this, Song Yi raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, asking in confusion, "Eunuch Cao, what's wrong?"

Let's take a look at the Imperial Concubine.
Indeed, this flower wreath looked exceptionally beautiful on the Imperial Concubine, and it didn't seem out of place at all.

But what's going on, Your Majesty?
(End of this chapter)