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

Chapter 242 The Big Bad Wolf
Jiang Lanye chuckled lightly: "The difference is huge, you know it best. Do I really need to explain it to you word by word?"

Song Yi fell silent.

Her skin was very good. She didn't usually apply anything special, but it felt exceptionally smooth and delicate to the touch. As if his hands had a mind of their own, they still weren't satisfied with touching her all over, so he pulled her directly into his arms.

She gritted her teeth and reached out to push Jiang Lanye, but Jiang Lanye grabbed her wrist again.

Sometimes, when Song Yi felt Jiang Lanye's strength, she would feel a sense of fear from the bottom of her heart.

Even though she pushed him with all her might, Jiang Lanye did not budge.

His arms were like cast iron, the muscles taut beneath his clothes, easily trapping her in his embrace.

Song Yi could even feel the heat from his chest seeping through the layers of clothing; it was frighteningly hot.

Many times, her confrontation with Jiang Lanye was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Song Yi couldn't help but admire herself when she first met Jiang Lanye, for being so bold as to provoke him time and time again.

"Be good. I don't want to touch you right now because I care about you, but if you keep moving around in my arms, I can't guarantee that I won't touch you."

His voice was soft, and a faint smile played on his lips as he spoke.

At this moment, Jiang Lanye was completely different from the dignified and self-possessed emperor he usually was.

The oppressive aura emanating from him made Song Yi instinctively tremble, like prey being seized by the scruff of the neck by a wild beast, even her breathing became lighter involuntarily.

"Jiang Lanye, you're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Song Yi said with utmost seriousness.

Jiang Lanye leaned down and kissed her lips. "That's a very apt description. So what are you? A rabbit, a cat, or a mouse?"

Song Yi slapped him in an annoyance: "Be normal."

As the two were arguing, Eunuch Cao's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, a eunuch from the Imperial Household Department requests an audience."

Song Yi was taken aback, then took the opportunity to stick out her foot and push against his firm waist and abdomen, giving him a light kick: "Go quickly."

Jiang Lanye gave her a deep look and walked over.

Song Yi immediately grabbed the blanket, covered her head with it, and pretended to be asleep.

"Your Majesty, this humble servant pays his respects."

Jiang Lanye casually straightened his robes, which Song Yi had just ruffled, and asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"

"Just now, the two Consorts Zhaoyi went to the Imperial Household Department and asked to see their nameplates. I showed them to them, and they suddenly asked how His Majesty usually summons other women to his bedchamber. They also mentioned that Consort Ning had served him in bed before."

Jiang Lanye's brows twitched slightly, then his brows slowly furrowed.

The eunuch observed his expression and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, this servant doesn't know where Consort Shen heard this rumor from."

"I understand, please go down."

"Yes."

As soon as he left, Song Yi immediately threw off the covers. She wasn't wearing shoes or socks, and she quickly ran over on the soft blanket on the ground.

Just before she was about to collide with him, Jiang Lanye opened his arms and hugged her tightly.

Song Yi tiptoed and deliberately tore his neatly arranged dragon robe into disarray. Then she opened her mouth and started biting at his body, mumbling, "You're finished. When did you favor Consort Ning?"

Jiang Lanye glanced at her: "Stop pretending, you didn't believe me at all."

Song Yi fell silent. This time, she bit down hard, determined to leave a deep, indelible mark. Jiang Lanye felt the pain but didn't push her away, letting her bite for a long time until she was too weak to continue. Only then did he raise his hand and pat her head. "Yi Yi, although you didn't believe me, I still need to explain."

Song Yi raised her eyes, shook her head, and deliberately said, "I won't listen, I won't listen."

Jiang Lanye grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear, "In the three years after you left, although I did choose other concubines, you know that I never touched anyone other than you. The reason between me and Consort Ning was because of the Empress Dowager."

".What's the meaning?"

"The Empress Dowager switched the wine I was drinking and sent Consort Ning to the imperial bed. She thought I would be out of my mind and have sex with her, but in the end nothing happened."

Song Yi was taken aback: "How did you do it?"

“I sent men to arrest Consort Ning and threw her out. When she woke up, she said she didn’t know what had happened. But from then on, I kept her under house arrest and never saw her again until much later when I released her.”

Song Yi's expression was somewhat strange. He responded softly, unsure of what to say.

Jiang Lanye didn't want any misunderstandings between himself and Song Yi, so seeing her like this, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

"I apologize."

Song Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault."

"But this is indeed something I did wrong. I shouldn't have fallen into the Empress Dowager's trap so easily, and I shouldn't have failed to react immediately and throw her out."

His voice was unhurried, low and steady, as if he were simply stating a fact.

"I shouldn't have let this matter pass by so long, and it still disturbs your emotions."

Song Yi lowered her head and muttered softly, "I'm not that petty. You yourself said that you didn't touch her. It's just... I'm a little surprised that Consort Ning had actually slept in the Emperor's bed."

Jiang Lanye paused, glanced at the dragon bed they had slept on together, and explained in a low voice, "It's already been changed?"

"what?"

"The dragon bed that you and I sleep on every day is no longer the same one as before."

Song Yi stared wide-eyed in surprise: "So, she just lay down for a bit, and then after you woke up, she ordered the imperial bed to be changed."

"Ah."

As expected of Jiang Lanye, sometimes Song Yi wanted to experience the feeling of being jealous and angry, but his actions were always so impeccable that she couldn't find a reason to get angry.

Jiang Lanye raised his hand and touched her cheek: "What do you want to say?"

"I don't know either. I was just about to throw a tantrum, but after you said that, I... I'm completely lost."

Jiang Lanye couldn't help but laugh: "Is this a poem? It's quite surprising to hear it coming from your mouth."

Song Yi glared at him, took a step back, and pointed at him: "You're finished. Now I have a reason to get angry. You actually mocked me."

Jiang Lanye immediately hugged her again, nuzzling her neck, his tone surprisingly expectant: "Oh? Are you planning to punish me? I accept."

Song Yi still remembers how Jiang Lanye pinned her down, ignored her resistance, teased her for a while, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

She thought for a moment, then deliberately pinched Jiang Lanye's chin: "Listen to me in two days."

The smile on his face gradually became more meaningful.

(End of this chapter)