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

Chapter 224 The Sharp-Tongued Consort Yun
Immediately afterwards, Eunuch Cao came down and said with a smile, "This servant greets the two Your Highnesses. The Imperial Concubine is currently washing and dressing, so please wait outside for a while."

The two women exchanged a glance. They had been told yesterday that they were to come to the Golden Palace to see Consort Yun today, so they assumed that His Majesty had chosen her last night, and that she had come to the Golden Palace to serve him. They decided to stay there for the night.

Inside the hall at this moment.

Song Yi had already vaguely heard the commotion outside. Just then, Jiang Lanye finished washing up, so she decided not to put on makeup anymore and said directly, "Let them in."

The doors of the Golden Palace were slowly opened, and the two consorts gasped in surprise upon seeing what lay inside.

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the carvings are intricate and the decorations are magnificent.

In the center of the main hall stood a dragon throne with solid gold armrests carved with uneven dragon patterns. On either side of the throne were two incense burners, and beneath the throne were three tiers of steps. The floor tiles were covered with fine wool carpets.

Before they could react, Song Yi hurried over, picked up the hairpin she had placed on the table in front of the dragon throne, and fixed her hair completely. She looked at the two of them and said:
"I got up late this morning and kept my two younger sisters waiting."

Upon seeing Song Yi, both women were taken aback, then quickly said, "Greetings, Consort Yun."

Strange. The Imperial Concubine is completely different from what they imagined.

I thought she would be much older than them, and very dignified and composed, but looking at her now, she seems more like a cheerful and lively girl.

"No need to be polite."

This was the first time Song Yi had faced such a situation. She wanted to raise her hand and scratch her head, but she didn't know what to say next. She also felt that it was strange for her to stand in front of the two of them like this.

So she turned her head and didn't find any extra chairs.

She would occasionally sit on that dragon throne, but now, in front of these two people...
She forced herself to ask, "Your Majesty, where is my chair?"

When addressing someone new, it's best to use the normal form of address.

Upon hearing Song Yi call out to Jiang Lanye, the two women's eyes instantly lit up with eagerness. When they came in earlier, they had been wondering why they hadn't seen His Majesty.

Jiang Lanye's voice came from behind the screen on the dragon throne: "You may sit directly on my dragon throne."

His voice was deep, with a hint of hoarseness and weariness, as if he had just woken up.

After hearing this, Song Yi muttered helplessly under her breath, "Sigh, I just thought this wasn't a good idea."

Immediately afterwards, Song Yi walked over and sat on the dragon throne in front of the two of them, and said softly, "I only found out about your visit to the palace today just two days ago, so I didn't make any preparations. I will send someone to pick out some of the most fashionable and finest fabrics to send to you later."

Shen Zhaoyi: "."

Consort Meng: "."

Putting aside the matter of materials, why is she sitting on the dragon throne and talking to them like that?

Isn't this scene a bit too bizarre and outlandish?

Consort Shen's gaze shifted slightly, and she suddenly noticed an exquisite scroll hanging on a vermilion stone pillar to the side.

That painting depicts Consort Yun.
At that moment, Consort Shen had a vague idea in her mind.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Song Yi touched her nose, thought for a long time, and then said, "You live in Chang Le Palace, right? You must have many things you are not used to since you first came to the inner palace. If there is anything, you can tell me, or you can ask someone from the Imperial Household Department to take a look."

Consort Meng finally came to her senses, responded, and asked, "Where is Your Majesty's palace? Forgive my impertinence, but it seems that no one has told me where Your Majesty resides since I entered the palace."

Song Yi: "If you have anything to do, just come to the Golden Palace." Consort Meng's expression was strange.

Shen Zhaoyi immediately asked a very crucial question.

"By the way, Your Majesty, have the nameplates for the two of us been made yet?"

Song Yi frowned slightly and said, "Your positions were decided two days ago, and they should be ready by now."

However, such questions should be directed to the Imperial Household Department. The Imperial Household Department in the palace is exceptionally quiet every day. Some time ago, Jiang Lanye even considered disbanding the Imperial Household Department altogether, but Song Yi stopped him in the end.

What if it comes in handy at some point?

Song Yi racked her brains. Since the new concubine had come to the palace to pay her respects, it was as if Jiang Lanye had granted her the power of an empress. So, if she were the empress, what should she say to the new concubine?
My sisters, will you all serve His Majesty well from now on? And will you not fight over him?

This is clearly something that cannot be said.

The thought of Jiang Lanye sitting on the dragon bed imagining her current predicament made Song Yi's teeth itch with rage.

After thinking it over, she still said in a businesslike manner, "Once you enter the harem, you sisters should get along harmoniously. If you are bored on weekdays, you can talk to others. Also, the palace servants who serve you two are waiting in Chang Le Palace. Use them for a while, and if you are not satisfied, you can change them."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"That's all for today. From now on, you don't need to stand on ceremony anymore. You may leave."

"Chen and concubine retire."

The two were reluctant to leave, thinking that His Majesty was in the Golden Palace, but they had not been able to see him.

Furthermore, they felt that this Imperial Concubine was far too easygoing. As newcomers to the palace, they had expected to face some reprimand, but nothing came of it.
The door was closed, and Song Yi slumped onto the dragon throne with a wail. Then she jumped up and strode aggressively toward Jiang Lanye.

Upon hearing Song Yi's footsteps, Jiang Lanye slowly raised his eyes, and then, as if knowing what Song Yi was going to do, he opened his arms in advance.

Song Yi suddenly threw herself into his arms.

He couldn't help but groan. Song Yi quickly looked up and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Jiang Lanye deliberately said, "The way you lunged at me, anyone who didn't know better would think you were going to die with me."

"Jiang Lanye! I'm really not suited to do this kind of thing. You have no idea how hard I racked my brains to come up with those words just now."

"And you, you just stay here and don't even go out to help me."

After saying that, she unceremoniously pulled open Jiang Lanye's meticulously arranged collar and took a bite out of his collarbone.

Jiang Lanye let her snuggle and nibble against him, stroking her head as he whispered, "Why are you acting like a puppy?"

"I'm training you. You're the Consort Yun, whom I personally bestowed upon you. How come you can't even say a few words?"

She snorted, "If someone bullies me or argues with me, I'll definitely put on the airs of Consort Yun and say whatever comes to mind; but if we're just getting along normally, I can't quite bring myself to speak like Consort Yun."

Jiang Lanye agreed with the first half of the statement. He picked Song Yi up, looked down at the round teeth marks around his collarbone, and said seriously, "Indeed, who could bully you? You're sharp-tongued."

(End of this chapter)