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

Chapter 265 Jiang Lanye Cooks Personally

Jiang Lanye looked down at her and noticed that she seemed a little off. He reached out and stroked her hair: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

She mumbled a reply, "I dreamt that someone was trying to stab me with a knife."

Although it was just a dream, Jiang Lanye's expression darkened instantly upon hearing these words from Song Yi. He hugged Song Yi tightly, gently patting her back as if soothing a child.
"No, I will protect you."

Song Yi couldn't help but smile: "I believe you. When shall we go to the imperial palace?"

"Tomorrow, is that alright?"

Song Yi was somewhat surprised: "So fast?"

"Hmm, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I feel that you are sweating a bit. Tonight, I will have the palace servants pack your luggage properly, and we will go first thing tomorrow morning."

His hand slipped under the hem of her clothes, his brows furrowing slightly, wondering what a terrible dream Song Yi had just had.

"Aren't you reviewing memorials? Continue, don't worry about me, I want to sleep a little longer."

Jiang Lanye lowered his head, his nose touching hers: "Still haven't had enough sleep?"

Song Yi yawned. "That's how summer is. Bears hibernate, and people should estivate."

Hearing that she still had the mind to make these jokes, Jiang Lanye chuckled and asked, "What would you like to eat for lunch later?"

Song Yi shook her head: "I don't want to eat, but there are some things I want to eat for dinner."

"what?"

"Noodles, you can cook noodles for me."

Jiang Lanye chuckled: "You can't eat any of the many delicious foods, and you just want to eat noodles?"

Song Yi smiled and said, "I made you hand-pulled noodles for your birthday before, and now I want to eat yours too."

Someone who had almost never been to the imperial kitchen nodded calmly and agreed without changing his expression when he heard Song Yi's request.

After she fell asleep, Jiang Lanye carefully placed the ginger slices prepared by the palace maids on her acupoints, wrapped them with a thin piece of gauze to secure them, and covered her with a soft quilt.

into the night.

The imperial kitchen was brightly lit, and then a chaotic scene unfolded, with chickens and dogs running around in disarray.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Let this servant handle it."

"Your Majesty, the water is boiling. Please stand back a bit."

"Your Majesty, please don't touch the knife!"

The two eunuchs behind Jiang Lanye wiped the sweat from their brows as they watched their emperor, who was now awkwardly kneading dough with his dragon robe sleeves rolled up. His slender fingers were covered in flour, and even his cold, handsome profile was stained with a white mark.

"Shut up." Jiang Lanye frowned, staring at the crooked dough on the cutting board, his tone icy. "If you make another sound, get out."

Before he arrived at the Imperial Kitchen, Song Yi was originally going to sit in the Golden Palace and wait for him, but Jiang Lanye, unusually lacking in confidence, told her to go take a bath first, and that the food would be ready soon after she finished bathing.

However, it's clear that there wasn't enough time.

Several eunuchs wanted to help Jiang Lanye, but Jiang Lanye refused to do anything. He was willing to be taught by the eunuchs, but for Song Yi's sake, he had to do everything himself.

So, everyone stared at the uneven noodles on the cutting board, speechless.

Seeing that he was finally satisfied, the eunuch breathed a sigh of relief, opened the lid, and steam instantly billowed out. He smiled obsequiously, "Your Majesty, the water has boiled; you can put the noodles in now."

If we don't throw it in soon, the water will boil dry!
Jiang Lanye kept stirring the noodles, and while they were cooking, he added some dried shrimp and scallions to the bowl, and finally some salt for simple seasoning.

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, Jiang Lanye frowned slightly. He even thought about making another bowl, but then he remembered that Song Yi was probably getting impatient, so he took the bowl of noodles away.

After seeing off Jiang Lanye, this formidable figure, everyone in the imperial kitchen breathed a sigh of relief and began cleaning up the mess.

Outside the Golden Palace.

When Jiang Lanye returned, several palace maids caught a glimpse of the flour on his face and were all taken aback. Then they all stepped aside without prior arrangement.

"How is Consort Yun?"

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has just arrived and is currently inside the palace." Jiang Lanye frowned and strode in. He immediately saw the Empress Dowager sitting next to Song Yi, talking to him.

Song Yi was very reserved and nodded repeatedly, but her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Lanye arrive.

"Mother, what brings you here?"

The tone was really not very good.

The Empress Dowager frowned at him: "Do you think I can eat Consort Yun? Your Majesty doesn't have to be so unwelcoming to my arrival."

After saying that, she glanced at the food box that Jiang Lanye was carrying himself.

"It's this late, and neither of you has had dinner yet? The servants in the imperial kitchen are getting lazier and lazier."

Jiang Lanye remained calm, placed the food box on the table, and opened the lid.

Song Yi quickly explained, "Your Majesty, it's because I haven't eaten yet."

Jiang Lanye brought out the noodles.

The Empress Dowager glanced at it and immediately frowned: "You're pregnant now, and you're eating noodles?"

Before Song Yi could explain again, she added, "Besides, this bowl of noodles looks terrible. The noodles are all different thicknesses. The people in the imperial kitchen aren't bad at cooking, so how could they make a bowl of noodles like this?"

Jiang Lanye: "."

Song Yi: "."

The two remained strangely silent for a long while. Song Yi clenched her skirt tightly, barely suppressing her lip movements.

The Empress Dowager looked at the two of them and suddenly realized that Jiang Lanye's face was still covered in flour.

The main reason was that she never expected Jiang Lanye, as an emperor, to cook for her personally.

Jiang Lanye glanced at Song Yi.

Song Yi immediately said seriously, "Your Majesty, I think this bowl of noodles is alright. It looks delicious and looks appealing. It's just that I don't have a good appetite right now, so I prefer to eat something simple."

The Empress Dowager's usually stern face showed a hint of embarrassment. She stood up and said, "I came here to remind Consort Yun of things to be careful about during her pregnancy. Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

As she turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something: "Oh, Your Majesty, we're going to the imperial palace first thing tomorrow morning?"

"Ah."

The Empress Dowager frowned: "This decision was made too hastily. You should have informed everyone two days in advance."

After saying that, she walked away quickly.

As soon as the Empress Dowager left, Song Yi took a deep breath and bit her lower lip hard.

Jiang Lanye squinted at her, "Is it funny?"

"Hmm? Not funny."

She shook her head violently.

Seeing that Jiang Lanye was still staring at her intently, Song Yi quickly picked up her chopsticks: "If you don't eat this noodle soon, it will get soggy."

She picked up a mouthful of noodles, blew on it, and took a bite.

Jiang Lanye's gaze was fixed on her lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Song Yi chewed slowly and deliberately, while Jiang Lanye pretended to be calm: "How is it?"

She frowned.

"Too salty, or—"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yi suddenly smiled and said, "It's delicious."

Her eyes curved into crescents: "Although she is not particularly attractive."

(End of this chapter)