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

Chapter 268 Have you had enough?

Many palace servants were busy unloading luggage. It was already very late, and they all looked tired when they got off the carriage.

Song Yi squinted and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring straight at her in the darkness.

She immediately looked over, but Consort Zhuang immediately looked away.

Consort Zhuang still wears a veil; her face is too veiled to be seen. Back when Jiang Lanye gave the order, her face was forcibly slashed with a dagger by the guards. Since then, Song Yi has hardly seen her.

Jiang Lanye stopped and looked at Song Yi: "What's wrong?"

Song Yi shook her head. "Let's go."

Consort Ning had obviously seen them too. The evening breeze was particularly cool and pleasant. The two of them held hands, just like a typical couple in the countryside, completely ignoring them.

What upset Consort Ning the most was the purse hanging from Jiang Lanye's waist.

He refused to accept his own purse, but accepted Song Yi's, and even made it so ugly.

Consort Ning only glanced at them briefly before suddenly feeling that she was losing control of her emotions. She quickly turned her head away, forcing herself not to look at them.

"Greetings, Your Majesty; greetings, Imperial Concubine."

Jiang Lanye casually replied, "My residence is the same as last year; there's no change."

"Yes."

After the two had left the area, Song Yi muttered to herself, "It's been a long time since I've seen Consort Zhuang."

"Consort Zhuang?"

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes: "It's the person who hurt you back then, and even tried to slash your face."

Song Yi couldn't help but look at Jiang Lanye and chuckle: "After all, Consort Zhuang spent quite a bit of time with you before, and now that it's been brought up again, you've only remembered this one thing."

“Of course.” His voice was low. “I will always remember that your hands and knees were injured by shards of porcelain. She even saw your undisguised face before I did, but she not only said nothing, she also wanted to destroy you.”

He stood in front of Song Yi, reached out and stroked her cheek, looking at her intently, wishing he could etch her face into his very being.

Song Yi sighed helplessly: "So she deserved what she got."

Jiang Lanye didn't know why she suddenly brought up Consort Zhuang's matter. Seeing her little face fall, he patted her head and said, "Alright, I'll take you to see your swing."

"Ah."

The pond remained clean and clear, reflecting the crescent moon in the sky. The cool moonlight poured onto the water's surface, swaying gently with its reflection.

The swing still stands there quietly. After a whole year of wind and sun, it is still very clean, and it is obvious that it has been specially cleaned by palace servants.

Song Yi wanted to go over and sit down, but Jiang Lanye pulled her back.

"You can't sit."

After saying that, he stepped forward and first tested whether the rope was sturdy.

Song Yi smiled for no apparent reason: "I suddenly wondered what this place would look like when it snows in winter, with a thick layer of snow covering this board."

As she spoke, she began to ramble incoherently: "I can cut tofu."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her and said, "I think you've gone mad."

Song Yi immediately turned stern and walked over aggressively to push him away, saying, "Get out of my way, I want to sit."

Jiang Lanye helplessly grabbed one of her arms with each hand and forcibly held her in his arms, suppressing her struggles.

"Disobedient again?"

Song Yi pouted and, mimicking Jiang Lanye's tone, repeated sarcastically, "Song Yi, are you being disobedient again?"

Not only did he talk, but he also shook his head and swayed his body.

Jiang Lanye silently watched her defiant little expression. After she finished speaking, he got off the swing, suddenly grabbed her waist, easily lifted her up, and placed her steadily on the swing.

Before Song Yi could even sit up properly, his arms were already braced on either side of her, trapping her between the swing and his chest.

The moonlight, like water, poured down on the two of them.
Jiang Lanye leaned closer, his voice low and husky, carrying a hint of danger, "Since you want to sit so badly, then sit tight."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were already pressed down on hers. The kiss was gentle at first, but it suddenly deepened when Song Yi tried to pull away.

The swing swayed gently with his movements, and the ropes made a soft creaking sound.

Jiang Lanye supported the back of her head with one hand and held her waist tightly with the other, not giving her any chance to escape.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two intertwined on the grass, appearing close yet distant as the swing swayed.

After a while.

His warm breath brushed against Song Yi's ear, "Have you sat enough?"

Song Yi was breathing heavily. Since Jiang Lanye was supporting her back with his hand, she wasn't worried about falling. She pushed against his chest with all her might: "That's not how it is. I want it to swing. What's the difference between this and sitting on a stool?"

Jiang Lanye nodded: "Looks like they haven't had enough of sitting yet."

Just as Song Yi was about to open her mouth to refute, her lips were once again sealed by Jiang Lanye.

It was as if punishing her for disobedience; even though she struggled fiercely, he did not let go.

Another half hour later.

Song Yi was completely dazed from the kiss, and Jiang Lanye, slightly out of breath, asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you sat enough?"

Song Yi was startled and immediately tried to get down.

"I'm not sitting here."

Jiang Lanye picked her up and put her down, whispering, "I can't even handle you anymore."

Inside Consort Ning's palace.

She walked in, looked at the vast palace, and remained silent.

A palace maid beside her gently comforted her, "Your Majesty, you see, whether it's the palace in the main palace or this temporary palace, your palace is very spacious. His Majesty treats you very well."

Moreover, she was a concubine, and if she didn't have to compete for the emperor's favor, she could theoretically be living a carefree and comfortable life now.

Consort Ning took a deep breath, took out the purse that Jiang Lanye had deliberately left on the table from her sleeve, and gently clenched it.

At this moment, a palace maid hurried in.

"Your Majesty, Consort Zhao requests an audience."

Consort Ning's expression was strange: "Which Consort Zhao?"

"Consort Zhuang Zhaoyi".

She couldn't help but chuckle.

Back when Consort Zhuang was still Consort Zhuang, the two of them disliked each other. They never expected that one day she would take the initiative to come looking for them.

"Ask her to come in."

"Yes."

Coincidentally, both Consort Ning and Consort Zhuang were forced into the harem by the Empress Dowager, and they were both quite good in terms of family background and personal relationship with the Empress Dowager.

Unfortunately, Consort Zhuang was far too domineering.

Just as she was thinking this, Consort Zhuang had already walked up to her.

"Greetings, Consort Ning."

Consort Ning stared intently at her.

"Consort Zhuang, why are you always wearing a veil? I haven't seen your face since a year ago."

Consort Zhuang lowered her eyes and directly raised her hand to pull down her veil.

On her porcelain-white cheek, two hideous scars crossed each other. Although the wounds had long since healed, the dark red marks were still shocking to behold.

Consort Ning couldn't help but gasp.

(End of this chapter)