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

Chapter 258 Those Who Love Her

Song Yi was frightened when she saw him like this, and immediately reached out to cover his eyes: "It's different. It's a very proper place, not the kind of place you think of for romance and pleasure."

Jiang Lanye said quietly, "I haven't said anything yet."

Song Yi couldn't help but lightly hit him: "Look at you, I'm trying to talk to you nicely, and you get angry again."

He pulled Song Yi's hand away. "You really didn't accept any of those people who were in love with you?"

"No."

She kissed Jiang Lanye and added, "Really, no. After I met you, everyone else is like plain porridge and side dishes in my eyes."

Jiang Lanye found her analogy amusing and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Then what am I?"

She deliberately and slowly scanned Jiang Lanye, then smiled and lifted his chin: "You are the epitome of wealth and luxury."

Jiang Lanye bit her lips.

"So, are you planning to eat tonight?"

Song Yi couldn't help but laugh. She almost lost her balance and quickly straightened her back: "Jiang Lanye, you're getting more and more improper. It seems like I've corrupted you."

Jiang Lanye snorted coldly.

Even after she gave a special explanation, Jiang Lanye was still unhappy.

The thought that other men had their eyes on her, yet he was unable to clear away these obstacles for Song Yi, was unbearable.

If he were here, he could just kill him.

I just don't know if this is possible in Song Yi's world.
A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. What was her world like?

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Yi couldn't help but pinch his cheek.

"Yiyi".

"Ok?"

"If I went to your world, what would I be?"

Song Yi smiled and said, "He's an ordinary person, but a very handsome one. And he's wearing such a robe. If he deliberately walks down the street, people will mistake him for a fashion show model."

Jiang Lanye's face is indeed very striking, but what stands out most is his unique imperial aura. When he walks, he exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Jiang Lanye was somewhat displeased: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be impossible to drive away those people around you who covet you?"

"Yes, that's fine, but don't think about things like murder and arson."

Jiang Lanye, whose thoughts had been exposed, looked slightly awkward for a moment.

Song Yi threw herself into his arms, lowered her head and smiled, "No matter which world we're in, you'll always be my Jiang Lanye—"

Jiang Lanye placed his hand on her waist and held her in place.

Song Yi instinctively sensed danger and immediately said, "I haven't washed up yet, and I haven't taken the stuff off my head."

"Need not."

"This is beautiful."

Song Yi still wanted to run away, but he had already fallen into his hands. After struggling for a while, he finally gave up and accepted his fate.

The elaborate headdresses made a soft rustling sound, the pearl hairpins in the hair swayed gently, and the tassels that hung down became tangled together.

The candlelight went out sometime during the night, and the bright moon slowly appeared outside the window, casting its cool light on the curtains.

Early the next morning.

When Song Yi woke up, she found that she had changed into comfortable nightgowns, her makeup had been washed off, and her black hair was loose on both sides of her shoulders, exuding a faint fragrance.

She lost consciousness in the latter half of the night, but she knew without even wanting to know who had done it.

She groggily turned over, the blanket slipping off her shoulders, but Jiang Lanye immediately scooped it back up. "You're covered up now."

Song Yi was so angry that she kicked him.

After Jiang Lanye finished eating, he let her vent her frustrations. He immediately hugged her and said in a low, husky voice, "Yiyi, starting tomorrow, I will be going to court."

"Go quickly! Otherwise you'll need to get up early the next day and won't have as much energy at night."

He massaged Song Yi's aching waist: "No, it won't."

His tone was unusually confident.

Song Yi couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She got up slowly and reluctantly, just as Consort Meng arrived.

Recalling Shen Zhaoyi's fate last night, she didn't really want to see Meng Zhaoyi. She sighed twice, but in the end, she still let Eunuch Cao bring her in.

Jiang Lanye didn't look at it. He was now intentionally entrusting some matters to Song Yi to handle, because if he stayed by her side all the time, Song Yi wouldn't get any training.

When Song Yi met Consort Meng, he noticed that her eyes were swollen like walnuts and that she was slightly frowning.

"Consort Meng, what brings you to see me?"

She knelt on the ground, her voice hoarse: "Your Highness, I have been on good terms with Consort Shen since childhood. She was indeed in the wrong this time, but to banish her to the Cold Palace like this is too harsh a punishment. She...she doesn't deserve this."

Song Yi sat down casually.

"You said that you two have been close friends since childhood, but have you ever thought that until you were sent to the Cold Palace, Consort Shen no longer regarded you as one of her so-called close friends?"

Consort Meng froze.

"Take this incident for example. She secretly investigated my past. I believe she couldn't have done it alone. Were you involved? No, she didn't even tell you. You had no idea what happened last night."

Song Yi spoke gently. She had no ill will toward this Consort Meng, because at least since entering the palace, she had been very honest and well-behaved.

"She no longer trusts you, and her relationship with you is not as close as before. Now that she's been banished to the cold palace, are you sure you want to plead for her?"

Meng Zhaoyi stared blankly at Song Yi. After hearing what she said, she suddenly felt that even if they had been on good terms in the past, what good would it do if she insisted on pleading for Song Yi after she made a mistake? She was afraid that she would not get a good result.

Seeing that she had figured it out, Song Yi said helplessly, "Consort Meng, go back and apply some ointment to your eyes, get some sleep, and everything will be fine. Consort Shen has only herself to blame, there's no need to say more."

Consort Meng stood up shakily and gave Song Yi a deep look.

"Your Majesty, I have one last question."

"what?"

"Your Majesty, I have noticed that there are quite a few people in this harem who bear a striking resemblance to you. Could it be..."

Song Yi subconsciously turned her head to look at Jiang Lanye, who happened to look up and met her gaze calmly.

Song Yi said helplessly, "It's exactly what you think."

Meng Zhaoyi shuddered. She took a deep breath. Today, her suspicions were finally confirmed.

In other words, all these women in the harem were just for show.

Most of them were stand-ins for Consort Yun.

What about her, who insisted on entering the palace?
Now she understands why everyone around her advised her to think things through carefully when she wanted to enter the palace.

If she had to choose again, she would definitely, absolutely not enter the palace.

As Consort Meng turned to leave, Song Yi called her back.

“Consort Meng, there are many things that are beyond your control. The most important thing now is to live your life well. This is your life, your path. How you live it from now on is up to you.”

Consort Meng chuckled lightly: "Your Highness, I will no longer harbor any desires for His Majesty."

(End of this chapter)