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

Chapter 243 Coquetry
Inside Yongshou Palace.

When the two imperial physicians appeared before the Empress Dowager, she was unusually pleased, and a smile appeared on her usually stern face: "His Majesty's health has been improving these days, and you have contributed to this. His Majesty has probably rewarded you, and I will reward you as well."

They knelt and kowtowed to thank the Empress Dowager, and then heard her ask, "By the way, His Majesty's health is getting better and better, so we can start to deal with that Gu in his body. After all, it is not a good thing. I will not feel at ease if it stays in His Majesty's body for even one more day."

She thought that once the poison was removed, she could start encouraging people other than Song Yi to spend more time with Jiang Lanye. Seeing that Song Yi had been by Jiang Lanye's side for so long without any sign of pregnancy, she couldn't feel at ease.

"Your Majesty, in fact, your humble servants and others have been searching for a way to cure the poison, but there are many medical texts, and it is really difficult to find even one or two useful pieces of information after reading through them all."

The Empress Dowager wasn't exactly disappointed, but she sighed helplessly, "I await your good news."

into the night.

Song Yi had just finished bathing. She took a quilt, folded it for a while, and placed it on the low couch. It was just the right size to be used as a soft cushion. She then leaned against the low couch.

The rustling sound of pages turning filled the air as she frowned slightly, her fingertips unconsciously crumpling the corners of the books.

Footsteps suddenly came from behind her. She didn't look up, and then her still slightly damp hair was ruffled.

Why didn't you dry it?

His voice seemed to carry a misty vapor, and when he leaned in, you could smell a faint fragrance.

Jiang Lanye had just finished showering when he came in and saw Song Yi holding a book, reading it with great concentration.

Song Yi casually replied, "I'll wipe it in a bit."

Since she had previously found a way to return to her world by reading a book, Jiang Lanye always felt a pang of heartache whenever he saw her reading.

"Go wipe it off now, be careful not to catch a cold."

Song Yi pouted, clearly not wanting to move: "You wipe it for me."

A moment later, a weight settled on my head.

Song Yi smiled slightly, and then she heard Jiang Lanye say behind her, "Getting lazier and lazier."

She unceremoniously moved herself off the covers and leaned lazily against Jiang Lanye.

"looking at what?"

He couldn't resist taking it, glanced at it, and immediately frowned: "Medical book? It concerns my health; you should give it to the imperial physician."

Song Yi snatched it back, saying irritably, "So many medical books, and they concern you, so I'll definitely take on as much of the burden as I can. Besides, I'm really anxious to wait for news from the Imperial Hospital."

Jiang Lanye simply moved the cumbersome blanket aside and sat behind her, acting as her backrest.

His body was warm, and he held Song Yi in his arms. Song Yi felt extremely comfortable and couldn't help but squint her eyes for a moment.

Jiang Lanye watched with her, and asked casually, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Whether you feel bad or not, there's still one day left, so don't think about it."

Jiang Lanye chuckled, "That's not what I meant."

Song Yi could feel the purse she had embroidered still hanging on Jiang Lanye's waist, pressing against her. She said helplessly, "That ugly little thing, can you please not wear it all the time? We've already taken a bath and are getting ready to go to sleep, why are you still wearing it?"

"Didn't you always wear my jade pendant before?"

Song Yi frowned, and just as she turned her head to argue, Jiang Lanye, who was waiting for this opportunity, leaned down slightly and captured her lips with his.

"Well!"

Her words were all shut down.

The books made a rustling sound as they fell to the ground.

After a while, Song Yi picked up the book with a weak body and threw it at Jiang Lanye without any politeness: "If you have nothing to do, go stay on the dragon bed and don't bother me."

Jiang Lanye casually took the book, glanced through it, and found that it was mostly filled with obscure and difficult-to-understand language, mixed with the names of many Chinese medicinal herbs. He hadn't expected that Song Yi could actually read such a book. "Yi Yi, my darling, come here."

His sudden shout startled Song Yi. She watched as he tossed the book aside and immediately snuggled into his arms: "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you tired of looking at all this?"

Song Yi leaned in and kissed him: "What's so tiring about reading? You have no idea, I used to be really good at it."

"Oh?"

He is now very willing to listen to Song Yi share her past experiences with him.

He wants to know everything, big or small.

"My grades have always been among the best, okay?"

Jiang Lanye thought about it and realized that her mention of being among the top performers was not the same as what he thought it meant.

Before he could even ask, Song Yi said, "But unlike the top scholar you all talk about, I'm not that amazing."

Jiang Lanye chuckled lightly: "You are the best."

"So I think that as long as I want to take something seriously, it won't become a problem for me. This includes reading these medical books. Because I'm looking for a way to cure the Gu in your body, it won't be boring, tiring, or unbearable to read."

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Lanye's waist and swayed back and forth, almost causing them both to fall off the low couch.

Jiang Lanye immediately grabbed her waist and pulled her back, somewhat helplessly:
"Are you being coquettish?"

"correct."

She thought Jiang Lanye was moved by her, so she fluttered her eyelashes twice and deliberately blinked at him: "I want to go directly to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow, okay?"

Jiang Lanye remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said meaningfully, "Since it's just being coquettish, this level might not be enough."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi immediately snuggled into his arms like a cat, her slender fingers gently shaking his sleeve.

"His Majesty."

She usually only called him "Your Majesty" in front of outsiders, but now that she called him that in private, she found it strangely exciting.

Jiang Lanye's lips curled up slightly.

She persisted, shaking even more violently, and called out again.

The two "Your Majesty" calls were uttered with a lingering, sweet, rising tone at the end.

She tilted her head up, her eyes slightly downturned, her gaze filled with tears: "Your Majesty, please grant my request."

As she spoke, she nuzzled his chin, the faint fragrance emanating from her still-damp black hair wafting into his nostrils.

Seeing that Jiang Lanye remained unmoved, she simply pressed her entire body against him, her lips almost touching his earlobe.

Jiang Lanye surprisingly felt somewhat overwhelmed and almost hastily pulled her out of his arms.

".enough."

"Not enough, Your Majesty, please grant my request." Song Yi persisted, slipping back into his arms like a slippery little fish: "If Your Majesty doesn't grant my request, I will keep pestering you like this."

Jiang Lanye realized for the first time that the title "Your Majesty" could be used in such a captivating way.

He gave Song Yi a deep look: "Then I won't agree."

Song Yi: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)