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

Chapter 298 The Strange Box
"It will be two days late, but starting today, the building materials will be delivered one after another."

Song Yi asked excitedly, "By the way, you haven't told me yet where you plan to build the attic?"

The person who had just said that he would only walk around the lake once and then go back immediately changed his mind: "I will take you to see it."

"it is good."

Jiang Lanye held her steadily the whole time. The wind and rain around them seemed to give them some face at this moment. The cold rain stopped drifting around. Song Yi's umbrella became more and more crooked. Before she knew it, it tilted, and the water droplets on the umbrella gathered together and fell on Jiang Lanye's head.

She was startled and quickly reached out to touch Jiang Lanye's head: "I didn't mean to."

Jiang Lanye said helplessly, "Help me wipe it."

Song Yi didn't have a handkerchief, so she wiped his hair with her sleeve. Only then did she notice that his hair was wet from the rain, hanging down in clumps. She reached out and touched it a couple of times.

Jiang Lanye carried her on his back and walked north until they saw a pavilion. There were many people standing under the pavilion, pointing to an open space not far away and talking about something.

“These are people from the workshop bureau. The place they are pointing to is where the attic is being built.”

Song Yi quickly looked in that direction.

It was a large open space, with some low artificial hills on both sides, which would be removed later. There was a small pond not far away, surrounded by bamboo groves.

"Jiang Lanye, I can already imagine how beautiful this bamboo forest will be when it snows in winter, with the leaves covered in white snow."

He enjoyed listening to Song Yi say these things, and lifted her up a little higher, walking towards the pavilion.

The group, who had been engaged in a heated discussion, narrowed their eyes when they saw someone approaching.

"Who is that? Doesn't he look a bit like His Majesty?"

"Nonsense, His Majesty's appearance was accompanied by a grand procession."

Many people in the workshop had never seen Jiang Lanye before. They stared intently as the two approached, and when their gazes fell on Jiang Lanye's dragon robe, they were all shocked and immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being able to greet you in time."

Song Yi patted his shoulder: "Put me down."

Jiang Lanye put her down, ignoring the people kneeling on the ground, and turned to look at her with a frown: "Why is your hair wet?"

She reached out and touched it: "The umbrella wasn't opened properly; I guess water droplets from the umbrella surface dripped down."

"Come here, let me help you tie your hair up."

Hearing their conversation, everyone couldn't help but look up.

The one who could be so favored must be that Imperial Concubine. Looking at her, she is indeed exceptionally beautiful, with a charming smile and a touch of coquettishness, but she is not very composed.

Song Yi glared at him somewhat awkwardly: "You should get everyone up first."

Jiang Lanye then said, "Get up, all of you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

He now handles Song Yi's hair with such skill that he is even more adept than Song Yi herself.

He immediately picked up the hairpin and temporarily gathered up the wet hair to prevent it from touching Song Yi's neck, then let the dry strands fall down and drape them over one of her shoulders.

"Does it look good?"

"Ah."

Song Yi reached out and touched it: "It would be suitable to put a flower in the curled-up spot."

"Your Majesty, I wonder if your sudden visit is due to any ideas you have regarding the construction of this pavilion?"

Jiang Lanye casually asked, "When do you plan to start construction?" "Tomorrow! We'll lay the foundation tomorrow. It rained today, so we came to take a look first."

Song Yi had seen those blueprints, and when she thought about how tall buildings would be built from scratch, she couldn't help but laugh and say, "You are all very capable. It's hard to imagine that such a detailed and complex plan could be built with just manpower."

The group was flattered, not expecting Consort Yun to be so unpretentious. They immediately cupped their hands and said, "Your Highness is too kind."

Jiang Lanye glanced at Song Yi and asked in a low voice, "The stones haven't been delivered yet?"

"The rain caused a delay today, but it should be here soon. Your Majesty, look, it's already been brought in as soon as I mentioned it."

The group turned around at the same time.

Suddenly, a lot of wooden carts entered through the north side gate, with various bricks, stones, and wooden strips on them.

Song Yi looked at it curiously and asked with some confusion, "Why are there carriages coming in?"

Among these people, someone suddenly spoke up and said, "Your Majesty, some fabrics cannot get wet. It's raining today, so we have to put them in the carriage. This actually makes transportation easier."

Song Yi nodded casually.

Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, the man unconsciously swallowed, feeling somewhat nervous.

"Come on, everyone, go and lend a hand. It's raining today, so let's get all these materials downstairs as soon as possible."

The people from the workshop bureau are always more and more arrogant than the last. Under normal circumstances, they would never do such rough work. But today, with Jiang Lanye standing here, none of them dare to put on airs.

Seeing everyone running over in the rain and helping the guards unload the things, Song Yi said helplessly, "The weather is really bad. They've all worked hard today, having to carry all this stuff in the rain."

Jiang Lanye calmly put his arm around her shoulder, his voice indifferent: "It's what they should do."

Song Yi understood Jiang Lanye's meaning and said nothing more. Watching them work together to lift the fabric off the carriage, she realized that it was packed in two large wooden crates, and the crates were covered with thick cotton cloth.

She wasn't familiar with architecture, so she only glanced at it briefly before looking away.

"There's nothing to see. Shall we go back?" Jiang Lanye's voice rang in her ear. "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold again."

The two of them got caught in the rain last time, but fortunately it wasn't too serious, and they recovered in two days.

Song Yi responded, then looked embarrassed as Jiang Lanye tried to carry her on his back again: "Never mind, it's not convenient to hold an umbrella like this."

He bent down, picked up the umbrella, and pulled her closer to him: "Let's go."

Jiang Lanye held an umbrella in one hand and had his arm around Song Yi's shoulder with the other.

The umbrella was tilted slightly, blocking out all the drizzle blown by the wind, but half of his shoulder was still wet.

At first, Song Yi didn't realize it; she just felt warm all over as Jiang Lanye embraced her.

Jiang Lanye walked steadily, deliberately slowing down with each step so that Song Yi could keep up.

When Jiang Lanye occasionally looked down at Song Yi, he could just see the tiny raindrops clinging to her long, curled eyelashes.

"Song Yi." He suddenly called out, his voice unusually low amidst the pattering rain.

"Ok?"

Song Yi looked up and just then saw a raindrop fall from the edge of the umbrella.

Jiang Lanye suddenly leaned down and kissed him.

His lips, cool from the rain, quickly became burning hot.

Jiang Lanye held the umbrella in one hand and pinched her chin with the other, savoring the moment for a while. Then, seeing that Song Yi's eyes were red, he chuckled and said, "Who told you not to let me carry you?"

(End of this chapter)