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

Chapter 293 Heart-shaped Cloth Piece
Xi Chun was startled and quickly stepped back.

Song Yi glared at him silently, and only when he realized that Jiang Lanye's gaze hadn't left him did he become satisfied and refocus his attention on the memorial.

She pursed her lips and whispered to Xichun, "Don't worry about him. He's a jealous person; he'll be jealous of everyone."

Xi Chun was both amused and exasperated: "Yes, this servant understands."

With Jiang Lanye "supervising" them, the two stopped talking nonsense and each performed their duties with a very clear division of labor.

Xi Chun was fairly proficient in embroidery. At first, Song Yi's stitches were crooked and looked like a centipede crawling, but under Xi Chun's guidance, they became more and more skilled.

Throughout the process, Jiang Lanye reviewed the memorials while occasionally glancing at Song Yi.

Song Yi had noticed his gaze long ago. With a quick twitch of her eyes, she decided to play a trick on him. She took the scraps of fabric, cut them into a heart shape with scissors, and then picked up a needle.

"oops"

Xichun looked at her anxiously: "Your Highness, did you prick your hand?"

The moment she finished speaking, Song Yi heard Jiang Lanye striding over.

She deliberately clenched her fists and looked up at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye's face was terribly gloomy: "I've told you, you shouldn't have done this. Where did you get stuck? Let me see."

Song Yi raised her clenched hand.

Jiang Lanye grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled it under his eyes, examining her hand closely.

He looked for a long time but still couldn't see where the wound was.

"Open your hand."

"really?"

Song Yi looked serious.

Jiang Lanye frowned slightly, his mood somewhat sour: "Is it stuck very deep? I'll have the imperial physician come over. Open your hand first."

She sighed silently: "Jiang Lanye, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Song Yi's expression was so sincere and earnest that Xi Chun felt inexplicably frightened and advised from the side, "Your Majesty, if the wound is very deep, the imperial physician must be consulted."

Jiang Lanye was genuinely frightened by her, his face growing even colder: "Song Yi!"

Seeing that it was almost time, Song Yi suddenly opened his palm.

A heart made of two pieces of fabric lay quietly in her palm, slightly wrinkled from clenching her fist too tightly.

Jiang Lanye: "."

After seeing what it was, he was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

But Song Yi then pinched up the heart shape and waved it in front of Jiang Lanye, saying, "I made this especially for you; it represents my feelings."

Xichun chuckled to herself.

Jiang Lanye's lips moved slightly as he reached out and took the small heart-shaped piece of paper. Looking at her carefree smile, he finally curled his finger and gently flicked her forehead with a sigh of helplessness.

When he returned with the heart-shaped cloth, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, clearly indicating that Song Yi had appeased him.

The two of them spent the entire morning making two sets of clothes, leaving scraps of fabric and loose threads everywhere, on the table and the floor.

After Xichun tidied herself up and went out, Song Yi took the two sets of clothes with her.

Jiang Lanye looked at it curiously, reached out and took it, somewhat dazed: "So small?"

Song Yi was taken aback. The clothes for a newborn baby are naturally very small, but because Jiang Lanye has large hands, the clothes looked even smaller in his hands, so it's no wonder he thought they were too small.

"It's so small, I didn't do anything wrong. My belly isn't big either, how big of a baby can it hold?"

Jiang Lanye's gaze fell on her flat stomach, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "Sometimes I still feel uneasy, and often wonder, are you really pregnant?"

"Coincidentally, I've also been in a daze, and I never dared to imagine that there was a little life inside me."

He carefully placed the baby clothes on the table and reached out to pull Song Yi closer: "Actually, a long time ago, I never thought that I would leave a child in this world."

Song Yi frowned: "Why do you think that way?"

"Because I am a tyrant, everyone thinks so, and I think so too. Cruel and indifferent, if the children left in this world also inherit such blood."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly: "In short, I think someone like myself is destined to live a lonely life until the end."

Song Yi broke free from his embrace and proudly patted her chest, saying, "Isn't there me? Do you think our child will look more like you or me in the future?"

Jiang Lanye looked deeply into her bright eyes and answered without hesitation, "Like you, and should be like you, not like me."

Song Yi couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek: "It's fine if your personality is like mine, but it's better if your face is like yours. Your face must be passed down to benefit future generations."

She's started talking nonsense again.

Jiang Lanye was at a loss for words. He had never had any specific knowledge of appearances, and he sat obediently on the dragon throne, letting Song Yi touch his face.

She pinched Jiang Lanye's cheek hard, accidentally turning it red, and then awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Are you done with your work now?

Jiang Lanye glanced at the mountain of memorials and said without changing his expression, "Hmm."

"That's great! Come with me to the Imperial Clothing Bureau. I'd like to pick out some more fabric. After this experience, I feel my skills have improved a lot. Maybe next time I'll be the one to sew your nightgown."

Jiang Lanye's brow twitched slightly; upon hearing her words, he felt a faint sense of anticipation.

The two went outside. Being in the palace should have been a time of comfort and ease, but because of what had happened in the past two days, everyone was in a state of anxiety. Now that everything was resolved, Song Yi felt light and relaxed, and observed the scenery that she had never paid attention to before.

"Jiang Lanye, the palace is really beautiful. There are many willow trees, a small pond every few steps, and many wooden bridges."

Jiang Lanye had a vague idea in his mind: "Do you like it here?"

"Like it."

"I've been thinking of building a small pavilion just for you these next few days, what do you think?"

Song Yi stopped in her tracks, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Jiang Lanye.

"Do you know what's really going on? It's like you're suddenly handing me a card and telling me to swipe it however I want."

Jiang Lanye: "What are you talking about?"

She shook her head. "Basically, it's a compliment to your wealth, saying you can build a small attic whenever you want."

A slight smile played on his lips as he realized Song Yi was praising him. He coughed lightly and asked, "Do you want some?"

"Yes, every dynasty has one or two favored concubines, and it's common for emperors to build lavish palaces for them."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her. "If you want it, I can have it too."

"I don't want it. I live in your palace every day. It would be a waste if you had it built."

But the small attic is still a good option. You can stand on the rooftop, enjoy the breeze and scenery, and in winter you can climb up to see the vast expanse of white snow.

(End of this chapter)