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

Chapter 264 Morning Sickness, Everyone Mobilized

Jiang Lanye's brow remained furrowed: "But you're not feeling well."

"It is uncomfortable, but it's certainly not comfortable during pregnancy."

Seeing Jiang Lanye's persistence, Song Yi didn't know what to say for a moment. Jiang Lanye pressed her down to sit on the stool, and as she watched the palace door slowly open and a group of people walk in quickly, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

The hall was unusually quiet. When everyone saw that Jiang Lanye's expression was very strange and that he had called them all out as if facing a great enemy, their hearts sank. For a moment, no one dared to speak rashly and they all knelt down.

"See Your Majesty."

Even worse, some people started to tremble, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Jiang Lanye said coldly, "Since Consort Yun became pregnant, she has been..."

What have you been doing all this time?
Could it be that there's something wrong with the imperial heir? This child is so precious, both His Majesty and the Empress Dowager cherish him. If something really happens to him, they'll lose their heads.

The most frightened was the head eunuch of the imperial kitchen, who was surrounded by a group of imperial physicians, not understanding what he had done wrong to be specially summoned, and was on the verge of tears.

Jiang Lanye, seemingly oblivious to their emotions, continued, "She hasn't had much of an appetite and vomits everything she eats. Although it's morning sickness, this is a bit too severe. Most importantly, she's not feeling well."

Song Yi kept her head down as if she wished she could turn into an ostrich and bury her head in the sand.

As expected, the hall became even quieter after these words were spoken.

Why did you gather all of them together for this?

Seeing their continued silence, Jiang Lanye's expression grew even colder: "Now, I want you to provide a way to relieve morning sickness. If you can't, then..."

He narrowed his eyes: "You all go and receive your punishment."

The head imperial physician quickly said, "Your Majesty! Pregnant women are prone to morning sickness in the first three months, and with the weather getting hotter, it's common for them to lose their appetite."

Another imperial physician quickly added, "Your Majesty, I suggest you take some plum juice and tangerine peel drink, which can both stimulate your appetite and stop vomiting."

After saying that, he looked at the head eunuch of the imperial kitchen.

He shuddered, then quickly continued, "Yes, Your Majesty, the Imperial Kitchen will keep plum juice and other anti-nausea drinks on hand for the next couple of days. If the Empress wants some, she can have it anytime!"

Jiang Lanye pursed his lips and remained silent, seemingly still somewhat dissatisfied with this statement: "That's all?"

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his brow and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, morning sickness is a common symptom. As long as Her Majesty eats a light diet and has small, frequent meals..."

"Eat small meals frequently?" Jiang Lanye sneered. "Consort Yun can't even drink water now, how can you expect her to eat small meals frequently?"

The imperial physicians in the hall immediately fell silent, trembling with fear.

"I raised you all and kept you in the palace, not because you told me it was just a common symptom when something went wrong!"

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Song Yi stood up, walked to Jiang Lanye's side, and carefully tugged at his sleeve: "That's enough, it wasn't a big deal to begin with."

"What if you do this for every meal from now on?"

"I"

Song Yi was speechless.

Jiang Lanye withdrew his gaze and looked at them: "We must come up with a good solution."

"If Your Majesty is truly in pain, you may also apply slices of ginger to the Neiguan acupoint."

Jiang Lanye's brow twitched slightly. "Is this method very effective?" "It mainly depends on the person. If the morning sickness is severe, you can take fresh ginger slices, apply them to the Neiguan acupoints on both sides for an hour, and then remove them. This can provide some relief."

The imperial physician said with a wry smile, "But the most important thing is to make changes to our diet."

"You heard everything?" Jiang Lanye glanced at the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen. "We're going to the summer palace in a couple of days. Pick a few more skilled eunuchs to go with us."

"Yes, yes, this servant obeys."

Song Yi said with a hint of helplessness, "Alright, can they go back now?"

He actually wanted to ask something more, but Song Yi's hand was like a cat's claw, hooking onto his sleeve and swaying gently in the air. He couldn't help but turn to look at her.

Then I saw Song Yi tilting her head slightly, her usually cunning eyes now glistening with tears, and her voice unusually soft: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

He finally relented: "You should all go back first."

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they glanced gratefully at Song Yi. Song Yi winked at them, and then immediately looked away.

After they left, Jiang Lanye carried her directly to the dragon bed, raising his hand to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.

"You just got up a short while ago? Are you sleepy again?"

Even though he knew Song Yi might not be sleepy, he unconsciously softened his voice, his fingertips sliding from her forehead to her ear, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Song Yi rubbed her eyes together on the pillow and mumbled an "Mmm".

She said lazily, "It seems like it's easy to feel sleepy after getting pregnant, but I always thought it would happen later in the pregnancy. I didn't expect that I would have such obvious symptoms after only one month."

After saying that, she curled up, as if she had finally found a comfortable nest and was about to fall asleep.

Jiang Lanye looked at her like this and smiled slightly.

"Then you should get some sleep. I'll go review the memorials."

Song Yi thought she would sleep soundly, but instead she had a nightmare.

She dreamt of Consort Zhuang, who had imprisoned her in Weiyang Palace and made things difficult for her when she first entered the palace, and she also dreamt of Consort Ning, who always wore a gentle smile but was extremely hypocritical.

Originally, Song Yi wasn't afraid of these people, but in her dream, their faces were twisted and ferocious as they looked at her stomach again and again, slowly approaching her step by step.

Song Yi looked closely and saw that they were all holding sharp knives in their hands, the blades gleaming coldly, slowly approaching her.

The weather was already hot, but the Golden Palace was always rather cold, yet she still broke out in a sweat. When she woke up again, her eyes widened suddenly, and she saw the familiar curtains and the comforting scent.

As someone was reviewing memorials, the rustling sound of writing could be heard from time to time.

Song Yi's tense body instantly relaxed, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch her forehead, where she found some cold sweat and a few strands of hair sticking to her skin.

She turned over, and when she spoke again, her voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of grievance from being frightened by the dream: "Jiang Lanye."

The sound of writing stopped abruptly, and Jiang Lanye's footsteps quickly sounded. He strode over and pulled Song Yi, who was lying on the bed, into his arms.

She fell into his broad, warm embrace, her nose touching the front of his shirt.

"How long have I slept?"

"It's been almost an hour. Will you be able to sleep tonight?"

She nuzzled against Jiang Lanye affectionately: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)