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

Chapter 231 A Very Serious Matter

Hearing what the two said, Shen Zhaoyi understood everything. Even though it was still drizzling, she felt an urge to walk back in the rain.

It's so embarrassing.

Not only did he make a fool of himself, but he also made His Majesty's situation even worse.

Consort Shen felt that the fact that she wasn't punished today was related to Consort Yun, who was standing in front of her.

She tugged at Meng Zhaoyi's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go."

".ah?"

She looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside with a troubled expression, and reluctantly said with a pained look, "Okay."

She knew that Consort Shen couldn't stay any longer, but that didn't mean she was willing to go back in the rain.

Song Yi glanced at her and immediately understood Meng Zhaoyi's predicament. She then chuckled and said to Eunuch Cao, "Eunuch Cao, go and get them an umbrella so they can go back."

"Yes, ma'am."

Consort Meng immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

After these two or three brief encounters, she felt that the Imperial Concubine was actually very approachable. Even though she was His Majesty's most favored woman, she never put on airs when interacting with others.

Song Yi said no more and turned to go inside.

I finally managed to calm her down, but if she suddenly wakes up and finds me gone, she'll probably go crazy again.

The rain grew heavier, and Song Yi gently closed all the doors and windows to keep the cool breeze out.

Jiang Lanye slept soundly under her comforting words. This man would only ever shed his imperial disguise when he was asleep.

Song Yi sat quietly to the side and watched him for a while. Recalling that he had said he wanted a purse, she quietly walked out, looked at Eunuch Cao, and mysteriously waved her hand.

Eunuch Cao: "."

His expression twisted for a moment, as if he had seen this scene before.

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Yi couldn't help but urge him, "Come on."

"Your Majesty, please don't make things difficult for me. I would never dare to do anything that His Majesty forbids."

Song Yi was somewhat speechless and said, "This is a very serious matter, His Majesty will definitely allow it to be done."

He then moved over.

After a stick of incense.

Song Yi held a needle in one hand and a piece of cloth in the other, looking at the colorful threads with a headache.

What to embroider?
Jiang Lanye slept exceptionally well. When he woke up, the hall was dimly lit, with no candles lit, and the sound of pattering rain outside constantly reached his ears.

His hand moved, touching something cold beside him, and his heart instantly felt empty.

"Song Yi?"

"Hmm? You're awake."

Fortunately, Song Yi would respond whenever he called out.

She decisively put everything on the table, ran over, and buried herself in his arms.

Jiang Lanye gently stroked her head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why weren't there any candles lit?"

She smiled and said, "This weather is perfect for sleeping. I'm afraid it might sting your eyes."

"What are you doing?"

“Embroidered purse.”

Jiang Lanye immediately frowned, "How can you see clearly like this?"

"I was sitting by the window, and I'm fine."

Jiang Lanye pulled her into his arms, his warm hands caressing her waist.

Song Yi's expression was strange.

Sometimes she felt like a plush toy in front of Jiang Lanye, easily held and kneaded by him every time.

"How is the embroidery? I'd like to see it." Song Yi was immediately embarrassed and said, "This is my first time trying it, it's a bit ugly, please don't look at it yet."

Jiang Lanye smiled slightly, picked her up, and strode towards the low couch by the window.

Before Song Yi could hide the item, Jiang Lanye saw it first.

He knew that Song Yi would embroider peach blossoms on it.

Song Yi was a little embarrassed and said, "Peach blossoms are the easiest to embroider. The stamens are round, and the petals are also round."

Seeing that she had only finished embroidering less than half of it, Jiang Lanye couldn't help but ask, "When will I finally be able to wear the purse you embroidered yourself?"

"Wait for me to embroider the most beautiful one."

Jiang Lanye gently bit her lips. "I want this."

".All right."

Jiang Lanye put her down and asked in a low voice, "Where are the other two?"

She paused, then said, "I chased you away. What exactly happened to you back then?"

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow, clearly not quite believing it.

"You kicked me out?"

Song Yi glanced at him.

"While I was taking a bath, Consort Shen touched and groped you. You were already suffering from the effects of the Gu poison and couldn't control your emotions. Then she took it upon herself to comfort you, which made you even more out of control. Do you think I can politely ask her to leave after all this?"

Jiang Lanye maintained a smile as he whispered:
“In theory, there is nothing wrong with what you said, but I know you. You never consider yourself Consort Yun, except in situations where you really need to suppress others.”

"Okay, actually I didn't yell at her. I just gave her a few words of advice and then let her go."

Jiang Lanye simply sat down on the other side of the small table, facing her.

Song Yi rested her chin on her hands, looked at him earnestly, and asked, "Do you sometimes think I'm indecisive?"

Jiang Lanye spoke in a calm and unhurried voice: "Everyone has a different personality. I will not judge what kind of personality is good or bad."

"What I like about you is the person you are, including what you call your indecisiveness. All the strengths and weaknesses you perceive together make up who you are, and in my eyes, this is all part of your kind nature."

Jiang Lanye rarely spoke to her in such a serious manner, and Song Yi was inexplicably at a loss for words.

The way he acted was as if he were holding Song Yi in the palm of his hand and telling her over and over again that she was fine.

Song Yi couldn't help but lean over, bracing herself on the table with both hands.

Jiang Lanye accepted her kiss in a good mood.

"Alright, I'm going to continue embroidering now, don't disturb me."

Jiang Lan had a rare free night with nothing to do, but Song Yi warned her not to disturb her.

He casually picked up a book, a storybook that Song Yi used to love reading. He also brought over a candle, afraid that Song Yi might not be able to see clearly and prick her fingertip with a needle.

Half an hour later.

The one reading wasn't sleepy, but the one doing embroidery was.

She was still holding the needle in one hand, and her head was nodding incessantly.

Jiang Lanye immediately closed the book, carefully took the needle, and placed it somewhere that Song Yi couldn't reach.

Just as her chin was about to hit the table, Jiang Lanye opened his palm and gently placed her chin in his hand.

"Well"

Song Yi hummed sleepily, rubbed her cheek against his palm, and then fell asleep with her head tilted to the side.

Her long, thick eyelashes hung obediently, and her breathing was very soft.

Jiang Lanye stared for a while, then suddenly felt a little itchy to touch it.

He subtly moved his fingers, using the web of his hand to hold her chin, and gently pinched the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger.

It feels like kneading a freshly steamed glutinous rice cake; it has a wonderful texture.

(End of this chapter)