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

Chapter 292 Princess or Prince
He didn't bite hard enough; it didn't hurt, but rather made me a little itchy.

Song Yi laughed and tried to dodge, saying, "I admit I was wrong, okay?"

Jiang Lanye snorted coldly, it was unclear whether he had forgiven her or not.

"You mustn't look at the memorials today. You're just hanging out with me all day. Be careful you don't end up working late into the night again."

Jiang Lanye looked at her and asked, "So what do you plan to do?"

Song Yi reached out and touched her lower abdomen, an idea forming in her mind: "I want to learn how to make some small clothes, sewn by hand, it would be very meaningful, wouldn't it?"

Jiang Lanye frowned in disapproval: "You don't need to do this yourself. The people from the Imperial Wardrobe Bureau will take care of it."

Song Yi glared at him: "What do you know? When you see your child wearing clothes you sewed yourself, you'll feel a great sense of accomplishment, okay?"

"I don't want you to use needles."

"why?"

"very dangerous."

Jiang Lanye looked at her seriously: "And it's bad for your eyes too."

"You mean those embroiderers? They embroider almost every day, and often work day and night, which is why they ruin their eyesight."

Song Yi hadn't expected Jiang Lanye to take such a small matter so seriously, and quickly urged him, "Go feed the rabbits, then go look at the documents. Don't bother me, I'm very serious."

Jiang Lanye turned away resentfully to feed the rabbits.

When Xichun came in excitedly, she immediately saw Jiang Lanye sitting there, looking at the memorial with a dark face.

She slowed her pace and was about to bow when Song Yi immediately beckoned her over.

"Xichun, have you brought all the fabric?"

She snapped out of her daze and quickly went over: "I took them all, several colors."

Song Yi took the fabric from Xi Chun's hand, her fingertips tracing the soft silk.

Since she didn't know whether the child in her womb was a boy or a girl, Xichun softly introduced, "Your Majesty, these are sky blue and moon white. If it's a little prince, then we'll use these."

She then unfolded another piece of cloth, saying, "This is rouge and imperial pink; it would suit a little princess even better."

Song Yi couldn't help but applaud: "Xichun, the colors you picked are all so beautiful, they're all bright, and the patterns are gorgeous too."

Xi Chun smiled secretly and took out the last piece of fabric: "This is the softest for making little clothes, and both princes and princesses can use it."

Song Yi lovingly touched the fabrics, then suddenly raised her arm and shouted, "I'm going to start!"

The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Lanye looked up and gave her a nonchalant glance.

Song Yi couldn't help but suppress a laugh, only to suddenly remember that there was someone in the hall who was sulking. If he couldn't appease him first, things would be difficult to handle later.

So she took one of the bolts of fabric and walked over quickly.

Jiang Lanye saw her approaching, glanced at her sideways, and asked in a flat tone, "What are you doing?"

Song Yi couldn't help but chuckle, and deliberately held up the fabric in front of Jiang Lanye, saying, "This fabric has the most beautiful color. How about both the princes and princesses wear clothes made from this fabric?"

"Why?"

"Because you also have clothes of this color, when you wear a dragon robe that matches the child's clothes and hold the little one..."

She simply said that, and Jiang Lanye immediately pictured it in his mind. His brow twitched slightly, and the cold expression he had just had vanished instantly.

"Are you still angry?"

He coughed lightly, looking uneasy, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You're so upset about feeding a rabbit? Does that mean I can't order you around in the future?" "You know perfectly well that I don't like that rabbit."

"But you gave me the rabbit as a gift. If you really didn't like it, why did you give it to me in the first place?"

Jiang Lanye frowned: "It's because it always snuggles into your arms."

Song Yi was overjoyed and coaxed him gently for a long time before he gave up. She quickly went over and saw that Xi Chun had already finished tidying up the needlework.

Xichun leaned closer and asked in a very low voice, "Your Majesty, does His Majesty get angry easily?"

Song Yi was taken aback: "No, he's usually very good-tempered and tolerant of me."

"Then why is it that every time I come in, eight out of ten times, His Majesty is unhappy?"

"this one"

Song Yi found that Xi Chun was right after all, and was both amused and exasperated: "It was just a coincidence."

Xichun was clearly skeptical, and she pursed her lips without saying anything more.

Song Yi had just finished sewing when she went to Jiang Lanye's side.

Jiang Lanye caught a whiff of her delicate fragrance and was about to pull her over for a kiss when Song Yi quickly grabbed a piece of paper from his desk, picked up a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and left.

Jiang Lanye: "."

She sat down in front of Xichun and discussed it carefully with her for a long time before finally managing to draw the blueprint.

Xi Chun took the scissors and began to carefully cut the fabric. Watching Song Yi start sewing, she couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, do you think you are carrying a prince or a princess?"

What do you hope for?

"This servant can't say for sure, but the country must have a successor, and from any perspective, it seems better to have a prince."

After hearing Xichun's words, Song Yi put down her needlework, placed her arms on the table, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at Jiang Lanye thoughtfully.

Thinking about it carefully, since she became pregnant, Jiang Lanye seemed to have never cared about whether it was a boy or a girl, let alone asked the imperial physician.

It seems that for him, the fact that he was pregnant was already a pleasant surprise.

However, Xichun's statement was not wrong either, because due to Jiang Lanye's special identity, it was impossible for him not to have a crown prince in the future.

Jiang Lanye noticed her gaze, looked away from the memorial, and looked at her questioningly.

Song Yi smiled and shook her head.

She whispered, "To me, princes and princesses are the same. I think Jiang Lanye thinks so too, but in everyone's eyes, they must all hope that I will have a prince this time."

Xichun said softly, "This servant also hopes it is a prince, so that the Empress Dowager can help take care of the little prince, and Your Majesty and the Emperor will no longer have to bear the pressure from others. If you want to leave the palace, you can do so at any time."

"That makes sense."

"However, whether it is a princess or a prince, I will take good care of them."

Song Yi looked at Xi Chun gratefully: "Xi Chun, you have followed me for so long, from a concubine to a noble consort. I am truly grateful to you for this journey."

Xichun couldn't help but laugh: "Your Majesty, many people envy me because I follow you and don't have to work all day. Not only that, but my monthly salary is also more than that of ordinary palace maids. It's like I get so much money without doing anything. Sometimes I feel uncomfortable."

"Fortunately, you are pregnant this time, so I can still be of some use."

The two became more and more emotional as they talked, and Song Yi noticed that Xi Chun's eyes were filled with tears, which moved her deeply.

"Just how close do you two need to get?"

Jiang Lanye's voice came out suddenly.

(End of this chapter)