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

Chapter 305 The Magnificent Phoenix Robe

Jiang Lanye didn't want to show his bad mood to Song Yi, so he silently turned his head away upon hearing this.

Song Yi couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to pinch his cheeks: "So unhappy? There are still ten days until the coronation ceremony. Anyway, the Empress Dowager doesn't object anymore. As for those court officials, they just want to grumble before the ceremony."

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and touched Song Yi's lower abdomen: "How have you been feeling these past two days?"

"Ok?"

Song Yi was taken aback, realizing that he was worried about her health, and immediately said, "I've been doing quite well these past few days, and I'm taking good care of myself. The imperial physician comes to check my pulse every day, and there will be absolutely no problem on the day of the coronation ceremony."

He took Song Yi's hand and gently placed a kiss on her knuckles:
"Actually, I didn't want you to suffer while you were pregnant. I was thinking of waiting until you gave birth to the imperial heir, but I can't wait any longer."

The longer the matter of choosing an empress is delayed, the greater the variables will become.

Song Yi deliberately rubbed his lips with her fingertips, then lightly touched them with her fingertips.

Jiang Lanye immediately looked at her, his eyes deep, and gently bit her finger.

"What does it mean?"

Song Yi smiled without saying anything, but then touched his lips again.

A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to hold her back, kissing her soft lips:

"Is this an attempt to comfort me?"

"correct."

"I like this way of comforting you very much."

Song Yi: "."

"You can come more often in the future."

He licked his lips, still wanting more, and then reached out and flicked her wrist.
"I'll take you to see the phoenix robe in a bit."

Song Yi's eyes lit up: "Is it done?"

"Not yet, but the general shape is done. Next, we need to refine the embroidery and other details."

After saying that, he paused and said jokingly, "I saw that you really couldn't contain your curiosity, so I took you to see it."

The phoenix robe was made in the inner room of the Imperial Wardrobe. The palace maids and embroiderers had prepared a separate room specifically for making the phoenix robe.

When Song Yi walked over, he was surprised to find so many palace servants in the room.

The floor was exceptionally messy, with scraps of fabric and threads scattered everywhere. Pearls and jade were laid out on the table, and the palace maids were intently working on a garment, their hands never stopping, so engrossed that they didn't even notice the two men entering.

The phoenix robe displayed on the embroidery frame shimmered with dazzling brilliance under the candlelight in the room.

On a bright red brocade background, a phoenix embroidered with gold thread spreads its wings as if about to take flight. Seven different colored silk threads are used on the wings, layered from light to dark, making them seem to tremble gently as the light and shadow change.

The bright red skirt almost covered half of the inner room, and the embroidered patterns on it extended from the waist to the hem, becoming more gorgeous and flamboyant.

Song Yi's pupils reflected the breathtakingly beautiful dress, and four words inexplicably came to mind:
A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix.

Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "This is before the gemstones are sewn on. It will be even more beautiful when I pair it with the pearl belt I prepared for you."

The palace maids standing nearby suddenly came to their senses, their eyes turning bloodshot, and they immediately knelt down to pay their respects.

They worked day and night to finish the orders; it was truly hard work.

Song Yi looked at them and gestured to Jiang Lanye with her eyes.

Jiang Lanye understood her meaning and casually said, "You've all worked hard. Consort Yun is very satisfied with this phoenix robe. I'll give each of you an extra twenty taels of silver."

Everyone was overjoyed: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Lanye put his arm around Song Yi and continued, "These clothes are heavy. I will help you when the day comes."

Song Yi imagined the scene: she was wearing such a magnificent phoenix robe, the hem of which stretched for several feet, and a phoenix crown on her head; it was truly breathtaking.
She suddenly became serious and said, "Jiang Lanye, I am about to ascend the throne."

Upon hearing Song Yi's words, the palace maid standing nearby was so frightened that she almost dropped the needle in her hand.

What ascension to the throne? How can such a thing be said in front of His Majesty?!
Jiang Lanye chuckled: "You want to be an emperor?" Song Yi looked at him provocatively: "When that day comes, I'll be dressed much more splendidly than you, then I'll be an emperor."

"Hmm, alright, then what am I, your empress?"

Song Yi looked at him and deliberately said, "Yes, you are the Empress, and I also have a harem of men."

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes.

The palace maids never expected that when Song Yi mentioned the ascension to the throne, His Majesty wasn't angry, but he became angry when Song Yi mentioned having a harem of men.

Song Yi stared in astonishment at Jiang Lanye's retreating figure as he turned to leave, and quickly followed.

"Seriously? You're angry?"

She had just stepped out of the inner room when she bumped into Jiang Lanye.

Before she could react, she heard Jiang Lanye slam the door shut, and then a shadow fell over her.

Jiang Lanye braced one arm against the side of her face, trapping her in a small space.

He leaned closer, his eyes dark and menacing: "A man from a harem?"

Song Yi swallowed hard.

Jiang Lanye reached out and pinched her chin, his voice very soft: "The reason I came out is because there are too many palace servants inside, and it is inconvenient for me to question you like this."

He had expected Song Yi to be afraid, but to his surprise, Song Yi gave him a deep look:
"Jiang Lanye, the way you look angry and jealous is more like the way I spoil my concubine."

Jiang Lanye: "."

"But you look cute when you're jealous."

That day, Song Yi paid a heavy price for those two rash words.

When I woke up the next day.

Jiang Lanye walked to her side, and was about to pick her up to wash up when Song Yi immediately rolled to the side: "Don't touch me."

He chuckled, ignoring Song Yi's weak resistance, and picked her up in his arms.

Will you say something inappropriate again next time?

Song Yi rolled her eyes: "Fine, I'll say it."

"Very well, you are pregnant now. Let's see if you dare to say it again later."

Song Yi: "."

After she finished washing up, she retaliated by splashing water all over Jiang Lanye's face.

Where are we going today?

Jiang Lanye looked at her: "Where do you want to go?"

"Let's go take a look at the attic. I heard yesterday that the walls around it have been built, and the first floor is finished?"

Jiang Lanye reluctantly agreed and followed her out.

at this time.

"Your Majesty, the coronation ceremony is in four days. The pavilion is now nearly half-finished. Do you think we can get the Imperial Concubine here before the ceremony?"

Consort Ning had been particularly anxious about this matter these past two days. Hearing Zhu Qing's words, she was extremely annoyed: "How would I know? I have never been optimistic about this matter, but Father seems to have been bewitched by someone."

"I asked you to go see him yesterday, are you sure there was nothing unusual?"

“This servant is certain that no one has discovered any problems with the foundation, and the Imperial Observatory also said that there will be a rainstorm in two days.”

"What's the use of a rainstorm?!"

(End of this chapter)