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

Chapter 246 Listen to her
Song Yi's eyes darted around; she desperately wanted to run, but she couldn't.

Their noses touched, and she heard Jiang Lanye say in a hoarse voice, "I just like being managed by you."

"Even if I try to manage it, you won't listen."

His lips drew closer and closer, about to fall.

"Who says I won't listen? As long as you speak, I will listen."

Song Yi smiled slyly: "Okay, but you're not allowed to kiss me now."

Jiang Lanye froze, gave her a deep look, and actually didn't move, but couldn't help licking his dry lips lightly.

"Seriously speaking, the Imperial Hospital will definitely start preparing the antidote in the next few days, but it won't work in one go, so you may need to drink it several times. Although I strongly object to it, since all medicines have some toxicity, there is no better way right now."

Jiang Lanye has been taking his medicine continuously these days, and now when he comes close, Song Yi can faintly smell the bitter medicine.

"Alright, if you fed me, I'll drink it all."

Song Yi couldn't help but laugh again: "You drink poison too?"

"You can't bear it."

The two were so close that Song Yi could see Jiang Lanye's long eyelashes, which hung down quietly, making his eye sockets appear even deeper.

"Are you finished?"

"Hmm? You're done talking? That's all there is to it."

"May I kiss you then?"

Song Yi gave him a deep look, then deliberately tilted her head back slightly, creating a small distance between them: "No."

Jiang Lanye: "."

He regretted saying he would listen to anything.

into the night.

Jiang Lanye had no idea what Song Yi was excited about. Seeing her smiling, he couldn't help but think that her smile was somewhat malicious.

"Jiang Lanye, go take a bath. You have to listen to me tonight too."

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow and asked first, "You've rested completely, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Your body doesn't ache anymore?"

"Do not."

He was somewhat satisfied, then turned and went out to take a bath.

After a while.

When Jiang Lan entered the palace at night, she did not see Song Yi.

His heart sank. Just as he was about to hurry inside, Song Yi suddenly emerged from behind the door, taking advantage of his momentary daze—

"Click."

Jiang Lanye looked down and saw that it was the very thing he had used to restrain Song Yi.

It was worn on her ankle back then, but now it's on his wrist.

He asked, somewhat helplessly, "What are you going to do?"

Song Yi, unusually proactive, perhaps knowing Jiang Lanye was no longer capable of acting, became even more audacious, asking directly:

Do you remember when you got injured you said you'd try again next time?

She didn't continue speaking.

Both of them remembered the past very clearly. Song Yi had only just begun when Jiang Lanye's eyes lit up.

Seeing that he remembered, Song Yi urged him with a push: "Go, go lie down on the bed."

Jiang Lanye gave her a deep look and went over as instructed.

Song Yi checked the doors and windows and found that they were indeed closed properly, so she couldn't help but chuckle.

It's a contest of who can cause more trouble, isn't it? She's really held a grudge from last time.

As she walked over, she saw Jiang Lanye lying there obediently. Song Yi hesitated for a moment before pulling down the curtain.

The moment the curtains fell, the figures of the two became extremely blurry, except for the heaving curve of Jiang Lanye's chest, which remained clear.

She had never seen Jiang Lanye look so disheveled, his black hair disheveled, his breathing heavy, and a thin layer of sweat on his body.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi lazily lay on Jiang Lanye.

Everything was in chaos, like ink dripping into clear water, instantly staining the water with the color of ink and making a complete mess.

The next day, as dawn broke.

A ray of morning light slanted across the bed through the gap in the curtains.

Song Yi tossed and turned for a long time last night and was exhausted. She is still sleeping now.

Jiang Lanye stretched his wrists, which had been restrained for a long time, and casually tossed the thing that had been binding him off the bed. Looking at his disheveled nightgown, he chuckled softly.

The scratches on my back haven't healed yet, and now there are even more on my chest.

Song Yi's disheveled hair was spread all over the pillow, and her bitten lips had scabbed over overnight.

He stared at her for a long time. Song Yi slowly woke up, mumbled something indistinctly, and was about to turn over when she suddenly gasped.

"what happened?"

"My legs are sore and hurt so much."

Jiang Lanye lifted the blanket and gently massaged her legs, his tone unusually calm: "Because you've been sitting for so long, your legs have been stretched."

Song Yi buried her face in the pillow: "Don't do this again, it's too much trouble."

He increased the pressure slightly, as if in threat, and Song Yi immediately winced in pain.

"Am I the one tormenting you, or me?"

Song Yi quickly sat up, smiling as she cupped Jiang Lanye's face in her hands, and said ingratiatingly, "Alright, don't be angry anymore."

Jiang Lanye grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, saying, "I'm not angry. After all, there's plenty of time in the future."

"Uh"

Song Yi touched the tip of her nose guiltily.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician requests an audience."

Song Yi was taken aback and quickly hung up the curtain. She glanced at his body and couldn't help but say, "Put on your nightgown properly. What if the imperial physician sees you later?"

"Do not."

Song Yi: ".?"

Jiang Lanye smiled and said, "I already have several scratches on my body. Fortunately, the imperial physician has arrived and will apply some medicine to them."

Song Yi was furious: "Well, you can't blame yourself for that either."

Jiang Lanye leaned over and kissed her: "I didn't say I was going to blame you."

She stared at Jiang Lanye, and when she saw that he had really walked past, she immediately buried her head in the blanket, deceiving herself.

"I am here to see you, Your Majesty."

"Get up and bring me some ointment."

The imperial physician immediately asked nervously, "What kind of ointment does Your Majesty want?"

He smiled and pointed to the scratches on his body, one after another, very dense, and still red.

The imperial physician choked a little.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my impertinence, but although Your Majesty's health has improved somewhat, you should still not be too vigorous in matters of the bedroom."

Jiang Lanye nodded in agreement: "That's what I think too."

The imperial physician was completely dumbfounded.

His Majesty thinks so too, which means that the Imperial Concubine...
Song Yi couldn't stand it any longer and rushed over, wishing she could just shut Jiang Lanye up. She forcefully ripped off his nightgown, turned to the imperial physician, and said with a forced smile, "A stray cat broke in last night. Imperial Physician, just prescribe some medicine."

The imperial physician wisely refrained from asking further questions and simply treated it as a stray cat.

Distracted like this, he almost forgot why he had come. He immediately said, "Your Majesty, your humble servants and others have written a prescription. We have come to ask you if you would be willing to try this medicine first."

Jiang Lanye nodded slightly.

Having received a response, the imperial physician was relieved and prepared to decoct the medicine. He then took out a bottle of white plaster from his medicine box.

"After applying the product, avoid getting it wet for two hours."

After he left, Song Yi couldn't help but hit him.

"Jiang Lanye, this isn't over!"

(End of this chapter)