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

Chapter 230 Don't Act on Your Own Decisions
The imperial physician said helplessly, "The poison hadn't been able to wreak havoc in His Majesty's body before, so when it occasionally interfered with his emotions, it wasn't too serious."

"But now that His Majesty's health is gradually improving, it means that this body is more suitable for raising Gu poison."

Having said that, Song Yi understood, and she frowned helplessly.

"Fortunately, this stuff isn't poisonous, otherwise His Majesty's condition might have gotten worse as he gradually recovered."

The imperial physician said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty need not be too pessimistic. His Majesty's condition this time is most likely due to some kind of shock."

Song Yi touched the tip of her nose and said helplessly, "I guess it's because I wasn't by His Majesty's side at the time. I had just gone to take a bath, and when I came back, I found that His Majesty seemed particularly uneasy."

The imperial physician nodded knowingly.

The three remained silent for the next few moments, and a long silence fell over the hall.

Jiang Lanye remained silent, occasionally moving his fingers, curling them up and then straightening them, scratching Song Yi's palm again and again.

After a while, all the needles were removed.

Jiang Lanye's eyes were visibly clearer. After the imperial physician gave him a few instructions and left, she quickly asked, "Jiang Lanye, what exactly happened to you just now?"

He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know, my head suddenly hurts so much."

Song Yi quickly reached out and touched his head, "Does it still hurt?"

It doesn't hurt anymore.

But he still held Song Yi in his arms, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "It hurts."

Song Yi was already heartbroken, and now she was even more at a loss for what to do.

"Just now, I involuntarily thought of my father and mother. I wanted to find you, but you weren't there. It seems like someone touched me, and I'm very annoyed."

Recalling the scene when she stood at the door and saw him pointing his sword at Consort Shen, Song Yi roughly understood what had happened.

A sudden surge of anger rose within her.

It wasn't that she disliked Consort Shen, but rather that she felt Jiang Lanye was already in extreme pain when his Gu poison flared up, and mental agitation was the mildest symptom. Instead of immediately calling the imperial physician, she took it upon herself to approach him, thus angering Jiang Lanye.

Otherwise, Jiang Lanye's attack might not have been so severe this time.

Song Yi dared not imagine whether Consort Shen would have truly died under Jiang Lanye's sword if he hadn't appeared in time.

Song Yi was carefully considering how to comfort him when he suddenly closed his eyes. The places where he had been pricked by the silver needles were still a little sore. He whispered:
"Yiyi, look, those two are actually afraid of me, aren't they?"

Song Yi nodded with mixed feelings, "Of course they'll be scared. They don't know you. After seeing how you were just now, who wouldn't be scared?"

Upon hearing Song Yi's words, Jiang Lanye was recalling three years ago.

When Song Yi first appeared in his life, she clung to him relentlessly. Jiang Lanye forbade her from climbing into his bed, but one rainy night, she suddenly...

Jiang Lanye was awakened by a nightmare. The imperial physician entered the Golden Palace, but was driven out by Jiang Lanye.

At that time, he was in a bad mood and looked like he was about to kill someone. When Song Yi learned of this, she ran in even though Eunuch Cao was trying to stop her outside the palace.

Jiang Lanye remembered it very clearly: when he showed Song Yi that cold and terrifying expression, Song Yi did not back down.

She gently moved the sword aside, sat on the edge of the dragon bed, and reached out her soft hand to touch his forehead.

Why are you like this? Are you feeling unwell?

It seems that in Song Yi's heart, he never had any so-called imperial majesty; he was always just an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who feels sad, happy, and sick.

So when Song Yi came back, she pretended to be so afraid of him that Jiang Lanye once thought that she really wasn't Song Yi.

"Yiyi".

"Ok?"

"Only you love me." Song Yi's lips curled up slightly.

"Relationships need to be cultivated, okay? Even if they keep saying they love you and care about you now, putting that aside, you're still just strangers who have only met three times."

After she finished speaking, it seemed to start raining again outside.

Unlike the thunder and lightning three years ago, the spring rain was light and gentle, not noisy at all.

Song Yi gently stroked his back and patted him softly. He slowly closed his eyelids and quickly fell asleep under Song Yi's comforting touch.

Looking at the few tiny needle marks on Jiang Lanye's skin, Song Yi gently touched them.

"Jiang Lanye will definitely get better."

She covered Jiang Lanye with the blanket, tiptoed off the dragon bed, casually gathered a robe around her neck, and went out.

Consort Shen and Consort Meng were already afraid to leave, fearing something might happen to Jiang Lanye, and now that it was raining, they were even more unable to leave.

Seeing Song Yi emerge, Consort Meng quickly stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, how is His Majesty?"

"After the imperial physician administered acupuncture, the condition stabilized, and the patient has fallen asleep."

Consort Meng breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

After Song Yi finished speaking, his gaze fell on Consort Shen.

Clearly, she was also a little scared, and couldn't help but quietly shrink behind Consort Meng, not looking at her.

Song Yi frowned slightly.

"Consort Shen".

"Ah? Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Song Yi did not scold her, but calmly said to her, "You should know that His Majesty is unwell."

"I know this."

"In that case, in the future, when you encounter such a situation, please do not take it upon yourself to touch or appease His Majesty."

She spoke each word clearly and deliberately: "In such a situation, please call the imperial physician, because the imperial physician's role is always greater than ours."

Just like before, even though Jiang Lanye's condition was somewhat stable with her holding him, he still ultimately needed the imperial physician to administer acupuncture.

Shen Zhaoyi's face instantly burned.

She didn't know why, even though Consort Yun hadn't reprimanded her or embarrassed her in front of so many people, and His Majesty hadn't punished her either.

But that's precisely why she felt increasingly embarrassed.

"Your Majesty's teachings are correct; I have learned my lesson."

she whispered.

Song Yi spoke in an unusually calm tone, correcting him: "I am not lecturing you, but simply telling you how to handle this situation. If you touch His Majesty, he will only become more irritable, and you saw it yourself just now; you may also get hurt as a result."

Consort Shen moved her lips and suddenly said, "Didn't Your Highness also run over and hug His Majesty without permission? Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

Song Yi frowned.

Just as she was wondering what to say, Eunuch Cao, who had been listening for a while, couldn't help but lean over and say, "Forgive this servant for speaking out of turn, but the Imperial Concubine has been with His Majesty for a long time and is no ordinary person in His Majesty's heart. Therefore, in this situation, His Majesty would absolutely not harm the Imperial Concubine. Apart from the Imperial Physician, only the Imperial Concubine can appease His Majesty."

Consort Shen's face turned slightly pale.

"I see, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)