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

Chapter 232 What is a Cake?
Song Yi frowned and woke up abruptly.

Despite being incredibly sleepy, she still mumbled, "Where are my needles?"

Although Jiang Lanye was indeed a little anxious, he softened when he saw her like this and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. You should get some sleep."

Unexpectedly, Song Yi shook her head, "It's still early, I don't want to sleep."

She turned her head to look at the fine rain outside the window, which was almost hidden in the night and completely invisible.

"It's rained, will the peach blossoms bloom soon?"

Jiang Lanye hummed in agreement and said, "Perfect timing, your birthday is in a few days."

Song Yi's birthday is on the first day of the fourth lunar month, which is when peach blossoms are in full bloom.

She asked with some anticipation, "How are we going to spend that day?"

Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "I would like to host a banquet for you."

Song Yi looked at him in surprise.

"There's no need for such a grand affair. I'd much rather we just have a quiet celebration together."

Jiang Lanye stared at her and explained, "Yiyi, from the time when new concubines enter the palace and need to pay their respects to you, to the time when a grand banquet is held for your birthday, I want to tell everyone that even though you have not yet been made empress, you possess all the power that belongs to an empress."

"The position of Empress can only be yours."

Song Yi understood what Jiang Lanye was insisting on, and seeing his determination, she had no choice but to nod.

"On the first day of the fourth month, I will order a banquet to be prepared during the day, but at night, it will be a time just for the two of us, shall we?"

Jiang Lanye also knew what Song Yi was thinking.

Song Yi smiled slightly and said, "Alright, when that day comes, I want to eat cake."

Jiang Lanye blinked, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"What did you just say?"

In her haste to speak, she forgot that Jiang Lanye had no idea what this was.

"It's nothing. Just cook me a bowl of longevity noodles when the time comes."

But Jiang Lanye was clearly concerned and asked directly, "Is it from your world?"

Song Yi nodded and said, "I used to buy one for my birthday. If I was eating it by myself, I would buy a small one, but if I was celebrating with friends, I would buy a super big one."

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands in the air.

"It's round, with a soft bread dough inside, sometimes filled with jam or something, and covered with a smooth layer of butter, and then..."

Jiang Lanye was clearly even more confused.

She couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "You really want to know?"

Jiang Lanye inexplicably cared a lot about this thing. He didn't want Song Yi to be unhappy because she had come to his world and didn't have anything she liked.

"Draw it and show it to me."

Song Yi said helplessly, "Alright."

She took out paper and pen, and the swishing sound of the paper and pen rubbing together went on for a while. Song Yi held it up for him to see, and pointed to the cake to explain: "Because this is drawn with ink, its actual color is not like this, there will be a lot of decorations on it."

She then pointed to the candles above.

"These are candles, used to blow out a wish after making one."

Jiang Lanye looked at the thick candle on the table that could burn for a long time.

Song Yi found Jiang Lanye's naive and ignorant state inexplicably adorable, and quickly smiled as she raised her hand to block his gaze from the candle.

"No, that's not right. That kind is too thick. It's the kind that's very thin and short."

Jiang Lanye listened to her description for a while, then pursed his lips and asked, "Isn't the cake beautiful?" "Yes."

"No wonder you like it."

After saying that, Jiang Lanye fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.

a few days later.

The Imperial Household Department has been working intensively to prepare for Consort Yun's birthday banquet these past few days.

Jiang Lanye originally planned to hold the banquet in the palace, but after taking Song Yi to see it, he finally decided that it would be better to hold it in the huge pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

The tables and chairs were arranged in an unusually neat manner, and the imperial kitchen was also working hard, with many eunuchs coming and going to set up the banquet. Many decorations were placed on the tables.

The night before Song Yi's birthday.

She accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon and asked Jiang Lanye to wake her up before dark, but he did not do so. Instead, he went to the imperial kitchen under the cover of darkness.

At this moment, the palace servants in the imperial kitchen were still busy preparing for tomorrow's banquet. They needed to prepare a lot of dishes in advance in case of any unexpected situations.

As soon as Jiang Lanye arrived, the head eunuch of the imperial kitchen exclaimed "Oh dear!" and rushed over in a hurry, respectfully asking, "Your Majesty, what brings you here? There's so much smoke in here."

Jiang Lanye asked expressionlessly, "Where's the cake I ordered you to make?"

The steward immediately put on a bitter face and said, "Your Majesty, we really can't understand the painting you brought. We studied it together for a long time yesterday, but we still couldn't figure out what the raw material was."

That thing looked like something a child had scribbled on. Even though Jiang Lanye described it briefly, they still didn't understand.

Hearing this, Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "So, you didn't do it at all?"

"No, no, no, this servant did it, but I estimate it will be quite different from what Your Majesty has in mind."

After saying this, two servants carefully carried the items out.

The object was placed on a large square wooden tray. It was indeed round and slightly whitish in color, but overall it did not look like what Song Yi had described.

It's more like an enlarged version of a pastry.

Jiang Lanye stared thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly rolled up his sleeves and went to wash his hands.

Seeing that he was going to do it himself, the head steward was frightened and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this blade is sharp, please be careful. Otherwise, let this servant do it."

"No need."

He personally made many different shapes of decorations to place on it, and he remembered that when Song Yi described it to him, there was pre-cut fruit.

However, cutting it now would spoil the fruit, so he had to instruct the palace servants on how to cut it, what kind of fruit to cut, how much to cut, and where to place it.

With Jiang Lanye's decorations, the cake didn't look so bad anymore.

Where are the candles?

"The people from the Imperial Household Department will be able to deliver it tomorrow. They said that the kind of candles His Majesty wanted were too thin, so they need to melt down the original candles and reshape them."

Jiang Lanye hummed in agreement, his expression grave.

"Everything must be prepared before nightfall tomorrow and delivered to the Golden Palace on time."

".yes."

After Jiang Lan left that night, the palace servants were left alone in the imperial kitchen, still suffering from headaches.

When he returned to the Golden Palace, Song Yi had already woken up.

Her nightgown wasn't worn properly again, hanging loosely and revealing her delicate collarbone. She sat on the edge of the dragon bed, hands on either side of her body, smiling teasingly.

Where did they go?

Jiang Lanye paused for a moment, then decided to go up and shut her up.

(End of this chapter)