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

Chapter 239 Traces of Ambiguity

Seeing that she was quite resentful, Jiang Lanye patiently fed her the whole bowl of porridge, then immediately lifted the blanket and hugged her tightly, his strong arms encircling her waist.

Now Song Yi was somewhat afraid of his touch. The lingering sensation rushed to her limbs like an electric shock, and she couldn't help but tremble, instinctively trying to run away.

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes, leaning against the headboard, looking relaxed and at ease, but his arm remained wrapped around her waist without much force.

She couldn't break free even when she had the strength, let alone now that she's been tormented to the point of being completely limp.

As expected, Song Yi struggled in vain for a long time, but finally ran out of strength and was dragged back into his arms.

"Why are you running? I'm not going to eat you."

Song Yi glared at him without saying a word.

Jiang Lanye stood silently facing her for a while, then moved his hand to her sore waist and coaxed her softly, "You just haven't exercised for too long. You can't hold on for long. You're always worried about my health, but my physical strength is much better than yours. Besides, you're too sensitive and always tense up. You must be sore all over now."

She glanced at Jiang Lanye and said, "Then you rub it for me."

Jiang Lanye smiled and said, "Yes, sir."

When Song Yi lay on the dragon bed, she vaguely felt like a pancake, easily flipped over by Jiang Lanye. Fortunately, his technique was quite good. His large, warm palms felt warm and comfortable when they landed on her calves, waist, and other areas.

She buried her face in the blanket and almost fell asleep. She really had no energy left and felt like she could fall asleep within three seconds of closing her eyes.

Suddenly, she thought of something and looked up sharply: "Jiang Lanye, I think even though the imperial physician said that, you can't be too indulgent. How about this, no more than three times a month, okay?"

Jiang Lanye's hands, which were massaging her, stopped.

He remained silent for a long time, and Song Yi felt a little guilty and uneasy. She turned to look at him and saw that he had a half-smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with emotions that she could not see through. His eyes were particularly deep, like spilled ink.

He said quietly, "Okay."

"what?"

Why did he agree so readily?

"However, what you have experienced today will be unforgettable."

Song Yi couldn't help but shudder.

"No, I suddenly feel that my previous idea was flawed, otherwise..."

Jiang Lanye lay down and gently stroked her hair, but his words made Song Yi uneasy: "Okay, I'll let you rest for a day."

Song Yi: "."

She wasn't going to argue with Jiang Lanye about this anymore, so she lifted her sore leg and kicked him: "Continue, I'm not better yet, I feel terrible all over."

Jiang Lanye worked tirelessly, massaging her for more than half an hour. In the end, Song Yi simply fell asleep, and Jiang Lanye leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Early the next morning.

Song Yi thought that after a night's rest, she would feel much better, but as soon as she lifted the covers and was about to get out of bed, every step she took felt like her tendons were being pulled.

Her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Jiang Lanye swiftly caught her and pulled her up, asking in a low voice, "You can't even walk properly without falling?"

"Jiang Lanye, stop pretending. I can even trip while walking, and it's all because of you."

Jiang Lanye affectionately rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at the ambiguous red marks on her exposed fair neck, and deliberately lowered his voice:
"Isn't this good? You can be held by me all day long, and no matter where you go or what you want to do, I can only help you."

His longing for Song Yi was always far greater than Song Yi could imagine. Sometimes, just looking at her made him wish he could keep her in his sight forever, never leaving her side.

Song Yi glared at him: "That's enough."

Jiang Lanye picked her up and led her to the dressing table. He wouldn't even let her take anything she wanted, and patiently and meticulously groomed her in front of the mirror. He followed his own whims, first choosing the pearl hairpins he thought were pretty, then showing them to Song Yi. Song Yi said they were all good, so he placed them in her black hair.

"Jiang Lanye."

"Ok?"

“I suddenly feel that once you’ve fully recovered, you might as well put some of your energy into reviewing memorials.”

Jiang Lanye had already guessed why she would say that, but he still just chuckled softly: "Why?"

"Because if you don't read the memorials, you'll put all your energy into how to torment me. I definitely won't be able to stand it for long."

Knowing that she was still upset about what happened yesterday, Jiang Lanye hugged her from behind, his warm lips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her earlobe: "You are so tempting."

"Your every smile and frown, the furrowed brow when you're angry." He sighed, "It's my fault, but I can never control myself when I'm with you."

Song Yi felt a sudden surge of heat rush to her cheeks, and the tips of her ears instantly turned bright red.

She hurriedly lowered her eyelashes, but could not hide the blush spreading across her cheeks.

In fact, yesterday, besides gritting her teeth and enduring it, she also had some other emotions.

Looking at this emperor, revered by the world, a ruler with immense power and a disdain for all life, one sees that indifference missing only in her.

It would be a lie to say I'm unhappy.

My heart was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Just after the two finished their breakfast, Song Yi didn't want to go back to lie down, so she simply sat at the table and watched Jiang Lanye casually flip through a few memorials on the dragon throne.

"Your Highness, the two Consorts request an audience with you."

A young eunuch entered and spoke respectfully.

Song Yi frowned and subconsciously looked at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye briefly looked away from the memorial and looked at Song Yi: "The Phoenix Seal is in your hands now. You can decide on such a trivial matter."

Song Yi pursed her lips: "Let them in."

"Yes."

When the two consorts entered, Consort Meng's expression remained relatively calm, but Consort Shen clearly dared not look up at her.

After all, what happened last time is still fresh in our minds.

"Greetings, Your Majesty; greetings, Imperial Concubine."

Jiang Lanye did not respond, and this time he didn't even lift his eyes.

Song Yi smiled at Consort Meng and said, "Get up."

After what happened last time, she found it hard to be completely unperturbed. Even now, thinking back to Jiang Lanye's state at the time still fills her with lingering fear.

The two men stood up and were both taken aback when their gazes fell on Song Yi.

The weather was a bit warm today, and Song Yi hadn't planned to go out anyway. She was wearing a loose-fitting gauze dress, but what was most eye-catching was—

Several red marks adorned the side of her neck, winding from her collarbone down to the depths of her clothing, sparking the imagination.

When she raised her hand to brush her hair, her sleeve slipped down, leaving a few faint fingerprints on her wrist, which stood out starkly against her fair skin.

(End of this chapter)