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

Chapter 270 Rocking Chair

So he nodded very seriously.

"Want to come up and give it a try?"

Song Yi looked strange and went over to lie down.

There was a fluffy blanket on the recliner, just in case it might hurt her.

Jiang Lanye walked over and gently pressed down on the recliner. The recliner swayed violently, and for a moment, a feeling of weightlessness washed over Song Yi. She was not used to it and was first startled, then the corners of her lips slightly lifted.

Observing her expression, Jiang Lanye knew she liked it, so he rocked her like a child for a while, then went around to the front and looked at her: "Can you not go sit on the swing now?"

Song Yi feigned reluctance: "Alright then."

He chuckled softly, then suddenly took a step forward, placing both hands on the armrests of the rocking chair, casting Song Yi entirely in his shadow.

The rocking chair tilted back slightly due to the sudden weight, and Song Yi subconsciously grabbed the armrests on both sides, but ended up gripping his wrist.

What are you doing?

"Since you've agreed, don't go to the swing anymore." The chair started rocking again. "Otherwise, I'll punish you right here on this chair, how about that?"

Song Yi: "."

She tried to get up, but Jiang Lanye was blocking her way, and the chair kept shaking, so she couldn't get any strength. After several attempts, her face turned red with anger.

"Jiang Lanye! I knew you weren't being kind. It turns out you had other ideas on your mind all along."

He chuckled softly, "Not bad, you understand me very well."

The recliner was very spacious, so Jiang Lanye simply picked her up and lay down on it himself, leaving some room for Song Yi so that most of her body could rest in his arms.

Song Yi's hand was pressed against his chest, her hair falling around his neck, and she looked up at him slightly.

"correct."

"Ok?"

"Call Xichun over. I haven't seen her in a long time. Sometimes when you're busy, Xichun can keep me company and talk to me."

Jiang Lanye casually responded, raised his arm and encircled her waist, forcing her waist to sink downwards.

With the combined weight of the two people, even the slightest movement will cause the chair to move.

Song Yi looked at him somewhat embarrassedly: "I'm not lying down anymore, I want to get up."

"What's the rush?" His voice was full of mockery. "Even if Xichun comes, she'll have to wait outside."

Song Yi's cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear his steady heartbeat.

"I'm warning you, I'm pregnant now, so stop trying to be a pervert."

"What's wrong with me?"

Listen closely, and you can hear a hint of grievance in his voice: "You're pregnant now, can't I even hold you?"

Song Yi was speechless.

"Or are you thinking about something you can't say?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and it rang in Song Yi's ear.

Upon hearing this, Song Yi felt her little secret had been exposed. Her ears turned bright red as if they had been burned, and she couldn't help but slap Jiang Lanye, saying, "Nonsense."

Jiang Lanye tightened his arms around her, holding her firmly in his embrace.

"Yiyi, I ordered the embroidery to be made for the phoenix dress you will wear on the day of your coronation ceremony a few days ago."

Song Yi was surprised: "So early?"

"It's getting late. The process is complex, involving twenty skilled embroiderers. With less than a hundred days to complete, it's actually a bit tight. I should have given you the best."

"But I can't wait any longer."

His hand gently stroked Song Yi's back: "I fear the longer this drags on, the more variables will arise. There will always be people who want to stop me, who don't want you to become my empress." Song Yi couldn't help but pout: "Those ministers talk about the same things all day long. They might as well become your empress themselves. Why do they dislike me so much?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Lanye tapped his forehead hard with her finger.

She covered her head, glanced at Jiang Lanye, and remained silent.

He was busy today. After Song Yi successfully escaped from his arms, she met Xi Chun.

Whenever Song Yi looked at Xi Chun, he never regarded her as a palace maid serving him, so he took the initiative to step forward and give her a big hug.

Xichun was pleasantly surprised, but dared not hug Song Yi back. She blushed and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a long time. Now that you are pregnant, please let me take good care of you."

Song Yi chuckled and pinched her cheek: "Actually, I called you here so you could have a proper talk with me."

Xi Chun was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Jiang Lanye.

Sure enough, from the moment she entered, Jiang Lanye had been watching them, and his gaze was now frequently falling on Song Yi's arm.

Song Yi was still holding her, completely unaware of what was happening.

Xichun immediately took a step back: "Your Majesty, let's go inside and talk."

"it is good."

Ignored, Jiang Lanye stared at Song Yi for a long time without expression. When he realized that she wasn't looking at him, he pursed his lips and suddenly said, "These days I have been unable to attend court, so I often meet with my ministers."

Song Yi didn't even turn her head, and casually replied.

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes.

Xichun sensed something was wrong and quickly whispered, "Your Majesty, His Majesty seems to be angry."

Song Yi was taken aback and turned her head away.

Jiang Lanye snorted coldly, lowered his head to read the memorial, and avoided looking at Song Yi.

Song Yi blinked and suddenly walked towards him.

Jiang Lanye immediately straightened his back and began writing a memorial to the throne in a serious manner.

Song Yi suppressed a laugh: "Are you angry?"

"Would I get angry over such a trivial matter?" he said coolly, but his gaze couldn't help but glance at Song Yi. "I'm just reminding you that it's improper for you to be hugging and cuddling with other people in front of me."

Jiang Lanye would never have said such high-sounding words before, let alone "what kind of decorum is this?" Song Yiqiang suppressed his lip.

"Your Majesty—" Song Yi tugged at his sleeve, drawing out the words.

Jiang Lanye's expression softened for a moment, but remained indifferent: "What are you doing?"

She bent down and suddenly said quickly, "I like you!"

Jiang Lanye suddenly looked up and was about to grab her when she slipped away like an eel. Just as he was about to remind her, Xichun hurriedly went over and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, please slow down."

Well, it's fine as long as Xichun is here.

Jiang Lan went to the side hall to meet with the ministers at night. Xi Chun noticed that Song Yi didn't have a good appetite and wanted to eat something sweet and sour, so she went to the imperial kitchen to get some chilled bayberry drinks.

At this moment, inside the imperial kitchen.

In the sweltering summer heat, even those in the imperial palaces longed for something cool to drink.

Today, most of the people in the imperial kitchen are busy preparing bayberries, and bowls of bayberry drinks are laid out on the table.

A palace maid walked in, and the eunuch looked up but couldn't recognize which palace she belonged to.

She walked over with the food box in her hand, and seeing the bayberry drink placed on the far west side, she was about to go and take it when the eunuch quickly stopped her: "Hey, that's for the Qingliang Palace. You can take anything here except that one."

The palace maid casually asked, "Why are they separated? Are they all different?"

"No, Consort Yun is pregnant, and His Majesty has already decreed that her meals should be kept separate."

(End of this chapter)