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

Chapter 262 There are many ways to deal with her
As Song Yi watched, she couldn't help but try to pull her foot back, but he held it firmly.

“You have a lively personality, and I always worry about you whenever you go out. Now that you are pregnant, I am even more worried.”

She couldn't help but retort, "There are no monsters or floods in this palace that could eat me. What's wrong with me coming out to have some fun?"

Jiang Lanye removed all the weeds before standing up. Seeing her indignant expression, he suddenly reached out with both hands, grabbed the swing ropes on both sides, forcefully wedged one leg between her legs, and looked down at her.

"Don't forget how you disappeared before."

Song Yi touched the tip of her nose guiltily: "But when I disappeared, I didn't actually fall into the pond."

He reached out and pinched Song Yi's chin: "From now on, when you go out, I must accompany you."

She kicked Jiang Lanye's knee in an annoyed tone: "Okay."

"I have to go to court tomorrow morning, so you can sleep in a little longer. If I haven't returned by the time you wake up, you can have breakfast by yourself, understand?"

Song Yi looked at him with a smile: "Oh dear, it's really not easy. Someone can finally go to the morning court and doesn't have to cling to me every morning anymore."

Jiang Lanye's tone was somewhat cold: "You find me annoying?"

"how could be."

Song Yi was still smiling.

He flicked her forehead with his finger as a warning: "Even if I get busy in the future, I'll still have time to deal with you."

Song Yi immediately placed her hand on her stomach: "You dare? I'm pregnant now, you can't touch me."

Jiang Lanye smiled enigmatically: "There are many ways to deal with you."

Song Yi: "."

Seeing that she remained silent, Jiang Lanye turned around and looked at the peach blossoms, which were almost gone, but the leaves were still a deep green, and they would bloom again next spring.

Only a few peach blossoms remain on the branches.

As he turned around, Song Yi clenched one fist, raised it and waved it at him, then kicked him in the air.

All you do is threaten her!

Jiang Lanye didn't notice Song Yi's little actions. He walked over, picked a peach blossom, and handed it to Song Yi.

Song Yi put away her fidgeting hands and feet, took the peach blossom branch, and couldn't help but reach out and fiddle with the petals.

"It's beautiful, but the flowering period is too short."

Jiang Lanye thought for a moment and said seriously, "Next time, I'll have the servants in the flower room cultivate them properly, so that there will be peach blossoms in the flower room during the summer."

"You've really given them a tough challenge."

Song Yi sat on the swing, swaying casually. Jiang Lanye, seeing this, silently stood in front of her to prevent her from suddenly falling.

She broke off a branch, then pinned it in her hair, tilting her head at him: "Does it look good?"

"It looks good, it always looks good."

"Then you should wear it too."

Jiang Lanye: "."

He still remembers the incident with the forsythia last time.

Song Yi was deliberately up to no good. Suppressing her laughter, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "You're doomed. If you don't wear it, I'll be unhappy."

He sighed silently and tried to reason with her gently, "Is it necessary to wear it?"

"It's okay if you don't agree, but you have to grant me one request."

"You said."

"Once the pregnancy is stable and after the coronation ceremony, you can take some time, even just a few days, to come out of the palace with me for a few days."

Before Jiang Lanye could speak again, she quickly said, "I know you're busy. You're the emperor, and you're busy every single day of the year, but surely you can't really not spare three or five days?"

Jiang Lanye reached out and stroked her soft, white earlobe. "To be honest, how long have you been thinking about this?"

Song Yi smiled, her eyes narrowing: "You know me best. I've been thinking about this for a long, long time. So, will you agree or not?"

Jiang Lanye always agreed to her requests, so he readily agreed. When the two returned, they simply spent a short time being intimate, a rare occurrence. Several times, Song Yi could sense that Jiang Lanye wanted to touch her inappropriately, but he restrained himself each time, only kissing her cheek when he felt it was too much to bear.

Song Yi was enjoying herself. Now that the weather was getting warmer, she put on a loose-fitting gauze dress after taking a bath, with a thin belt casually tied around her waist, revealing a section of her collarbone.

She leaned against the low couch, her bare feet swinging idly as she flipped through a book.

"This book is getting more and more boring. I want to read something scary."

Saying it was pointless, he turned another page.

Upon hearing the commotion, Jiang Lanye paused, his hand holding the pen faltering. He lifted his eyelids to look at her, then suddenly picked up the pregnancy-preserving medicine on the table and walked towards her.

"It's not hot anymore, drink it quickly."

As he was about to approach, Song Yi directly raised her foot and pressed it against his lower abdomen.

Jiang Lanye lowered his eyes, looking at the fair feet pressed against his waist and abdomen. He placed the medicine on the low table beside him and then immediately grabbed her ankle.

"Song Yi".

"Ok?"

He lightly touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue. "You're getting bolder and bolder."

Song Yi's toes curled slightly uncomfortably, and she tried to pull her foot back, but Jiang Lanye held it firmly.

"Is it because you're pregnant that I can't touch you?"

Song Yi quickly raised her hand, "Wait, wait! I'll take my medicine. I'll take my medicine."

However, Jiang Lanye did not let go of her, so Song Yi had no choice but to pick up the glass and drink it first.

Watching her swallow all the medicine, Jiang Lanye then raised his other hand and gently hooked it around the sole of her foot—

Song Yi: "!"

She immediately struggled, desperately trying to pull her foot back, but his iron-like hand held it firmly in place.

"Jiang Lanye, you...hahaha...let go!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she raised her other foot to kick him.

Jiang Lanye immediately let go and pulled her into his arms: "Still trying to kick me?"

She quickly shook her head: "No, no."

Jiang Lanye's lips curled slightly. "Behave yourself."

She looked up and bit Jiang Lanye's chin, and the next moment he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

The two of them played around for a while before finally deciding to go to sleep.

Early the next morning.

When Jiang Lanye woke up, Song Yi was still nestled beside him, fast asleep. Her hair was casually draped over the soft pillow, her breathing was even, and her cheeks were rosy. She looked like she was sleeping soundly.

The thought of him going to court at this time brought back a long-lost feeling of reluctance.

He thought for a moment, then reached out and touched Song Yi's stomach before carefully sitting up, changing into his court robes, trying not to wake her.

When Song Yi woke up, the spot next to her had become cold.

She instinctively called out to Jiang Lanye in a hoarse voice, but received no response.

She sat up and stared blankly for a moment, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it.

After an incense stick's time, the person who wasn't used to it had finished washing up, but hadn't combed their hair yet. They swayed and walked through the door behind the screen into the study.

With Jiang Lanye not around, she needed to find something to do.

There seemed to be many more books on the bookshelves. Song Yi looked closely and found that the books she was usually interested in were placed at the bottom.

It's obvious who gave this instruction.

(End of this chapter)