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

Chapter 228 He forcefully shook off Consort Shen
Jiang Lanye noticed that she seemed somewhat excited, and wondered what she was thinking about.

He really didn't expect Song Yi to react this way; it was quite strange.

Song Yi suddenly said, "I think it's best to let things take their natural course. Of course, we have to wait until you're fully recovered. I said before that I didn't want to be a widow, and now I don't want to be a widow who has to take care of her child."

Jiang Lanye: "."

He took Song Yi's hand, kissed her slender fingers, and assured her, "No, it won't happen."

Song Yi had been waiting for Jiang Lanye to say this, thinking it would be a good way to motivate Jiang Lanye to recover quickly.

Day two.

Jiang Lan slept well last night, and the Gu poison did not take effect. Song Yi felt that everything was developing in a good direction, so she was in an exceptionally good mood when she woke up this morning.

She hummed an unknown tune, walked barefoot without shoes, a piece of pastry dangling from her mouth, but that didn't stop her from humming.

Jiang Lanye looked at her with amusement, watching Song Yi strode up to him, then suddenly reached out and scratched his chin before turning to leave again.

Jiang Lanye: "."

He reached out and pulled Song Yi over.

"I forgot to ask yesterday; I should have asked them when it would be possible to proceed."

He pronounced the last two words very softly.

Song Yi nearly choked on her snack. She struggled to get out of Jiang Lanye's arms, mumbling, "It's broad daylight, and you've come again, Jiang Lanye! Let me go!"

Jiang Lanye easily pushed all her struggles back into his arms, picked her up, strode to the table, and handed her a glass of water.

"drink."

Song Yi glared at him, and was about to reach for it herself when Jiang Lanye dodged her.

She could only hurriedly take two sips and swallow the snack before saying, "It seems I should make you bear with it for a while longer. You are really annoying."

Jiang Lanye whispered in her ear, "Are you sure? If you bear with it for a while longer, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time later."

Song Yi was about to get up again. She realized that now that she and Jiang Lanye were always together, it was indeed convenient for him to touch her all over. Who knew when he would explore her.

She struggled so violently that she accidentally bumped into the table, spilling all the tea from the teapot onto Song Yi.

Jiang Lanye frowned, immediately took the teapot away, pulled up her soaked skirt, and asked, "Is it hot?"

"It's warm."

Even though she said that, Jiang Lanye still frowned and was about to lift her skirt to see if her skin was burned red.

Song Yi was startled by him and quickly covered her mouth tightly, saying, "It's really nothing. I have no reason to lie to you. I'll just go take a bath and change my clothes while I'm at it."

In addition, after Jiang Lanye's outburst, she was also somewhat...
Go take a shower, and you'll feel refreshed.

Jiang Lanye finally let her go.

Song Yi took her own change of clothes and told him to wait patiently before leaving.

Almost immediately after Song Yi left, Consort Shen and Consort Meng arrived.

Eunuch Cao entered, looked around, and, not finding Song Yi, said with some puzzlement, "Your Majesty, the two Consorts have arrived and wish to see you. What do you think?"

Logically and emotionally, Jiang Lanye had been ignoring them so much, but they were still the sisters of a meritorious official, so he couldn't refuse to see them even once.

He said calmly, "Let them in." "Yes."

The two were delighted to see Jiang Lanye again, their little faces flushed.

Consort Shen remained composed and said softly, "Greetings, Your Majesty. I have brought some tea that I made myself from my residence and have come to present it to Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will taste it."

Jiang Lanye glanced at it casually and said, "I never drink any other tea."

Consort Shen froze for a moment, then said, "I see. I remember now."

"By the way, Your Majesty, have you been feeling unwell lately? Yesterday, I was very worried after hearing what the Imperial Concubine said."

Jiang Lanye found it strange.

Even though they had only met twice, her eyes revealed such deep concern.

He didn't intend to hide anything and said directly, "My health needs rest these days. Consort Yun has been taking care of me, so you don't need to worry."

“But it must be very tiring for Her Highness to be taken care of by only one person. Why don’t we take turns? That way, Her Highness can have a few days to rest properly.”

Jiang Lanye frowned. "How do you think I need to be taken care of in my current state?"

Consort Shen choked for a moment.

Indeed, judging from this, His Majesty seems to be perfectly fine and doesn't need to stay in bed all the time.

He felt that he had seen them and could let them go, but just as he was about to speak, the feeling of being invaded by the poison returned.

A splitting headache.

This never happened before, and it's still daytime now.
This was so sudden.

He groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Both of them were startled by Jiang Lanye's sudden appearance. After exchanging glances, Consort Shen hurriedly stepped forward, gently placed her hand on Jiang Lanye's shoulder, and asked, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Jiang Lanye breathed heavily for a moment. He raised his hand and tried to push Shen Zhaoyi's hand away, but he had no strength left in his body.

He shook his head, his vision blurring.

A sudden surge of irritation rose within him. He forced himself to stand up and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Song Yi?"

"Song Yi."

The two women had just entered the palace and had no idea that Consort Yun's name was Song Yi.

He suddenly staggered and turned around, took a few steps, put his hands on the table, and suddenly swept everything on the table to the ground!
Consort Meng trembled all over and dared not step forward.

Shen Zhaoyi was also so frightened that she froze. She gritted her teeth and suddenly realized that Jiang Lanye needed comfort and companionship at this moment.

Why can't it be her?

So, under Consort Meng's astonished gaze, she lifted her skirt and ran over, supporting Jiang Lanye's body, and asked with concern, "Your Majesty, what's wrong? I'm here, what's troubling you? You can tell me what's bothering you."

Jiang Lanye closed his eyes, and his mind began to flash uncontrollably with various images from the past: the sword his father was clutching tightly, his mother's sorrowful eyes before she died, and the day Song Yi left him three years ago.
The more he tried to raise his hand, the more Consort Shen restrained his arm, fueling his growing frustration. Suddenly, he forcefully flung Consort Shen away!

"what!"

As she fell to the ground, Consort Shen cried out in pain, and then saw Jiang Lanye suddenly walk behind the dragon throne and draw a golden sword!
Both of them were completely stunned. Seeing this, Consort Meng belatedly realized that she should run out and call for help.

(End of this chapter)