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

Chapter 222 Cornering her against the wall
Song Yi sighed silently and couldn't help but think that if she had the chance to bring Jiang Lanye to the modern world in the future and teach him how to use a camera, she wouldn't have to sit there for most of the day like this anymore.

As she was lost in thought, she looked up again and saw Consort Ning and her maids silently walking up behind Jiang Lanye.

She was holding a bowl of soup in her hand, it seemed that she had gone to the pavilion first, found that he was not there, and then came here directly.

She's really clingy.

Seeing that Jiang Lanye's gaze remained fixed on her, Song Yi couldn't help but cough lightly.

Jiang Lanye realized something, turned his head, and saw Consort Ning standing not far behind him, looking at him tenderly.

Jiang Lanye frowned slightly and asked in a calm voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty, I prepared some soup for you, but I didn't expect you to be here. It wouldn't taste good if it got cold, so I quickly brought it over from the Imperial Garden."

After saying that, she took two steps forward, placed the stew on the table next to her, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty drank all of the stew I made last time. I even asked the imperial physician and carefully adjusted the ingredients. It is definitely exceptionally nourishing."

Immediately afterwards, she sat down next to Jiang Lanye, opened the lid, took the spoon and bowl from the maid, and said softly, "Since His Majesty is free now and is visiting the Imperial Concubine, why not have another bowl of soup?"

She carefully poured the soup into a small white porcelain bowl, only to find that Jiang Lanye had already turned his head back and wasn't looking at her at all.

Consort Ning's hand stiffened. What hurt her most was not Jiang Lanye's indifference to everyone, but that she was right there, yet Jiang Lanye acted as if she didn't exist. Consort Ning knew very well that this was a sign of indifference.

He didn't care about her at all.

Song Yi was still a little drowsy, but when she saw Consort Ning sitting next to Jiang Lanye, she was instantly wide awake. Her heavy eyelids lifted instantly, and she stared at Jiang Lanye.

Consort Ning had no choice but to put the bowl down for the time being. She noticed a green leaf had fallen on his shoulder, and after glancing at Song Yi's gaze, she suddenly chuckled and reached out to take the leaf away.

Because the movement was very light and didn't touch Jiang Lanye at all, from Song Yi's perspective, it looked like Consort Ning had inexplicably touched Jiang Lanye, but Jiang Lanye didn't react at all.

At this crucial moment, Jiang Lanye turned his gaze to the artist's drawing paper. Seeing that the artist had completed most of the work, the artist immediately asked somewhat nervously:

"Your Majesty, please take a look. Is there anything else that needs adjustment?"

Jiang Lanye stretched out his hand and pointed vaguely at the corner of Song Yi's lips, saying in a calm voice, "The corners of her lips are not upturned; she should be smiling."

The painter glanced at Song Yi, then at Jiang Lanye, and said uncertainly, "But the Imperial Concubine is making this expression. I thought it was Her Highness who wanted me to paint it like this."

Jiang Lanye paused for a moment before finally realizing the seriousness of the situation.

He looked at Song Yi, but Song Yi immediately looked away, refusing to look at him.

Jiang Lanye immediately turned his head and said coldly, "Go back."

Consort Ning was taken aback and looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he was suddenly asking her to leave when she was sitting there peacefully and not disturbing him.

She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and stood up.

"Your Majesty, did I offend you?"

Jiang Lanye simply said in a calm voice, "I want you to go back."

She dared not say anything more and hurriedly left with her maids.

Persistence?

Faced with such a frightening Jiang Lanye, how did Song Yi dare to pester him so relentlessly back then?

She vaguely remembered hearing long ago that Song Yi had once pounced on and kissed Jiang Lanye when he was already angry.

Thinking about that scene carefully, Consort Ning couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing that she had left, Song Yi's expression softened. The painter sped up the process and was already coloring the artwork.

Jiang Lanye was much more satisfied then, seeing that he had made some minor adjustments to his facial features, making him look more and more like Song Yi.

Half an hour later.

The painter let out a deep breath and said, "Alright, Your Majesty and the Empress, please take a look."

Suddenly, Song Yi called out, "Jiang Lanye—help me up, my legs are numb." Jiang Lanye immediately went over, and Song Yi instinctively reached out her hand, wanting him to help her up. Unexpectedly, Jiang Lanye simply bent down, scooped up her knees, and easily lifted her up.

Song Yi: "...It can't be that bad."

Even though it's only a few steps away, he still has to carry her over to see her.

Song Yi couldn't wait to take a look. The woman in the painting had bright, sparkling eyes. Even though it was a painting, one could feel her joy.

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and she couldn't help but ask Jiang Lanye, "Is this how I usually look? Is my smile like the one in the painting?"

Jiang Lanye responded softly, "Her smile is even brighter than in the painting."

Song Yi snorted and said, "Alright, I think so too."

"Oh right, put me down first."

"it is good."

Song Yi stood on the ground. Jiang Lanye was extremely satisfied with the painting and immediately sent someone to reward him with fifty taels of gold.

The scroll was rolled up, and Song Yi asked, "Are you really going to hang it up?"

"Ah."

Song Yi's cheeks felt inexplicably hot. The thought that someone might see this painting when they entered the Golden Palace made her feel a little embarrassed.

She was in the Golden Palace, and she insisted on hanging her own paintings there. People who didn't know better would think she was very narcissistic.

Jiang Lanye added, "Let's go back and take our medicine."

He's very self-disciplined now, and Song Yi doesn't even need to remind him.

Just as Song Yi was about to leave, she suddenly called out softly.

Jiang Lanye immediately stopped in his tracks, looking anxious, and asked, "What's wrong?"

My legs are numb.

She had been sitting for so long without moving, and when she suddenly stood up, she felt that both of her legs were extremely numb.

Jiang Lanye looked at her, handed her the scroll directly, and said, "Take it."

"okay."

Then Jiang Lanye picked her up again.

She nestled in Jiang Lanye's arms, clutching the painting tightly to her chest, squinted at Jiang Lanye, and whispered, "When we get close to the Golden Palace, remember to put me down."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her but remained silent.

As expected, he did not release Song Yi even after they arrived outside the Golden Palace. Eunuch Cao rushed up anxiously and asked, "Oh dear, what's wrong with Your Highness? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Yi: "I sprained my ankle."

Jiang Lanye: "My legs are numb."

The two spoke at the same time, for different reasons.

Song Yi glared at him, and Jiang Lanye changed his tune, saying, "You sprained your ankle."

"Should I go and summon a royal physician now?"

Song Yi quickly replied, "No need, it's nothing."

After saying that, Jiang Lanye carried her directly into the Golden Palace.

Just as Song Yi let go of his hand and was about to get down, the door closed, and he walked straight to the corner of the wall, put Song Yi down, and then blocked her there.

(End of this chapter)