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

Chapter 237 Drunkenness
After an incense stick had burned, Song Yi was forcibly grabbed by the hand by Jiang Lanye and walked out unsteadily.

Eunuch Cao was dozing off again. He leaned against a vermilion stone pillar, and a faint snoring could be heard. Most of his hat had fallen off, covering his face.

Jiang Lanye glanced at him. Given the current situation, he didn't want to bother with Eunuch Cao's momentary laziness. Just as he was about to take Song Yi's hand and leave, Song Yi suddenly reached out and lifted Eunuch Cao's hat as they passed by.

She asked curiously, "What is this?"

Eunuch Cao jolted awake: "This servant...this servant greets Your Majesty and Your Highness."

Jiang Lanye gripped her wrist, warning her expressionlessly, "Let go, or you can go back to bed right now."

Song Yi immediately let go, and smiled at Eunuch Cao: "Next time you sleep, remember to cover yourself with the blanket."

Eunuch Cao's lips twitched slightly. He caught a faint smell of alcohol on Song Yi and choked for a while before saying, "This servant thanks Your Highness for your concern."

Jiang Lanye could no longer tolerate it and dragged her away.

Song Yi's steps were unsteady as she followed him, when she suddenly burst into a cheer: "It's so cool outside!"

Jiang Lanye didn't want to argue with the drunkard and began to reflect on himself, wondering if he shouldn't have indulged her tonight just because it was her birthday.

She struggled to shake off Jiang Lanye's hand, and the moment his expression turned cold, she mumbled a command: "Don't move."

Jiang Lanye stood there, his eyes cold as he looked at her.

She suddenly took two quick steps forward, braving the cool night breeze. The wind ruffled her loose black hair, and her moon-white skirt billowed in the darkness. Then, she stood on tiptoe and called out:
"Catch me—"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yi leaped up and lunged at the figure in black, her soft body crashing into him before she quickly hooked onto Jiang Lanye's back.

Jiang Lanye was startled and immediately reached out to support her. He couldn't help but turn to look at her. The crooked hairpin tassel in her hair dangled down, swaying gently in the cold moonlight with her movements.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around Jiang Lanye's neck, and her legs were also tightly wrapped around his lean waist.

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The moonlight suddenly fell silent. Song Yi lay on his neck, her breath, mingling with the faint fragrance of alcohol from her collar, entwining herself around him haphazardly.

Jiang Lanye's breath hitched, and his voice became hoarse: "This is very dangerous."

Song Yi loosened her arms, her whole body went limp, like a lazy cat, completely sprawling out her soft body, lying on his back, not worried at all about falling off.

Her feet dangled in the air as she swung them around, and she declared matter-of-factly, "You carry me."

Jiang Lanye held her firmly and took a few steps forward.

"Where?"

To him, Song Yi was far too light; at this moment, she seemed even lighter than his sword, as light as a cloud gathered on his back.

Song Yi didn't respond. He deliberately lifted him up, causing the person on his back to gasp and quickly wrap their arms around his neck.

She nestled on Jiang Lanye's shoulder, looked up at the horizon, and said with a smile mixed with a slightly intoxicating sweetness, her fingers unconsciously tugging at his hair: "Let's go see the stars."

Jiang Lanye also looked up. The stars were dazzling tonight, no wonder they attracted the attention of a certain drunkard.

He has always been quite skilled, but now that he's carrying Song Yi on his back, he's afraid she might move around restlessly and he might drop her again.

She couldn't help but start fussing, "Let's go see the stars, hurry up!"

Jiang Lanye sighed almost imperceptibly and lifted her up a little more: "Hold on tight." As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped onto the artificial rockery next to him. A gust of wind blew by, almost blinding Song Yi. Before she could react, Jiang Lanye, carrying her on his back, lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto the lower eaves next to him.

Song Yi got off him in a daze, and the moment her toes touched the ground, she was about to sit down.

The eaves have always been exposed to wind and rain, and no one usually cleans them. When Jiang Lanye saw this, he quickly grabbed her and wouldn't let her sit down.

He took off his outer robe, and the dragon robe embroidered with gold thread was laid out on the roof tiles. Then he helped Song Yi sit down.

He casually curled up one leg, rested his arm on his knee, and stared intently at Song Yi.

Song Yi's attention was completely drawn to the stars. She was indeed drunk and confused, unable to understand what method Jiang Lanye had used to make the distance between her and the stars closer, making them almost within reach.

She just hugged her knees, looked up blankly, and gave a silly smile.

Jiang Lanye's brow twitched slightly as he looked at her with a hint of helplessness.

"Come here and lean on my shoulder."

".oh."

Song Yi slowly shifted her body, leaning against his shoulder like a lazy cat, the hairpin in her black hair touching his cheek, feeling a little cold.

She doesn't usually wear so many pearl flowers, so she dressed up specially today, which made Jiang Lanye feel a little uncomfortable.

He longed to touch Song Yi's soft hair rather than these cold, lifeless jewels.

A night breeze blew by, and she unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

Jiang Lanye lowered his eyes and saw her gazing at the starry sky with hazy, drunken eyes and a silly smile on her lips. He couldn't help but reach out and hug her. "Are you still cold?"

Song Yi suddenly turned around, her nose almost hitting his chin.

She blinked, her eyes, hazy with intoxication, reflecting his image.

"not cold."

She sniffed and murmured, "There are so many more stars here than where I am. I hadn't seen so many stars in a long time before I came here."

After saying that, she suddenly let out a drunken hiccup.

Below, there were many guards who patrolled at night with lanterns. They vaguely heard the noise above and immediately looked over alertly, raising the palace lanterns in their hands high.

The moonlight, like a silver veil, gently draped over the two of them. Their emperor was tenderly embracing the petite figure in his arms, their robes tangling in the night breeze.

This scene was like a beautiful dream.

In the end, Song Yi was forcibly carried back by Jiang Lanye.

Because she was sitting on the roof and sneezed twice, refusing to leave no matter what, Jiang Lanye had no choice but to carry her back to the Golden Palace.

The two of them spent quite a while taking a bath. Song Yi was so weak that she was almost falling into the water when Jiang Lanye didn't see her for a moment.

Half an hour later, he carried Song Yi back. Seeing her lying on the dragon bed, still full of energy, trying to reach out and hug him, and trying to lift her leg to hook around his waist, Jiang Lanye was amused and finally grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head, forcing her to quiet down.

His voice was soft, and upon closer listening, it carried a hint of helplessness: "I will ask the imperial physician properly tomorrow, so you won't regret it later."

(End of this chapter)