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

Chapter 314 is absolutely deadly.

He was just breathing heavily, not saying a word, his eyes tightly closed, looking extremely pained.

He was still clutching the wolf fang necklace in his hand. Song Yi saw that his palms were red from being squeezed so hard. She reached out to take it from him, but Jiang Lanye suddenly opened his eyes and gripped her wrist tightly.

In that instant, Song Yi's face contorted in pain. Jiang Lanye had never used such force before; she felt as if her bones were about to be crushed.

"Jiang Lanye! What's wrong with you!"

He recalled the image of himself half-sitting on the bed, vomiting blood, and all the tension, anxiety, and fear he had felt in the past surged back into his mind.

I do not know how long it has been.

Song Yi's right wrist was covered with deep marks. She quickly pulled her hand away, not daring to touch it.

Jiang Lanye looked at her, his voice hoarse: "What is your relationship with him?"

"I have nothing to do with him!"

"Why... In my memory, you were going to marry him. Why, Song Yi, why is his wolf fang necklace here? Are you still concerned about him? Do you like him? What about me?"

He straightened himself up, and with each additional word he spoke, the redness in his eyes deepened.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped her shoulders tightly: "Tell me, what am I?"

Song Yi was in pain from his pinch, and tears rolled down her cheeks, landing on the bulging veins on the back of his hand: "Jiang Lanye, you said you wanted me to be your empress, and I agreed. It was because I was a prisoner at the time, and I had no choice but to do so."

Jiang Lanye stared at the tears welling up in her eyes, then suddenly coughed violently.

At this moment, Song Yi forgot about crying and immediately stared at him with wide eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Lanye broke out in a cold sweat. He was panting and suddenly pulled Song Yi into a tight embrace with unusual force.

"Song Yi, do you truly love me?"

"Really."

"You only love me?"

Song Yi hugged him tightly: "Yes, whether in life or death, I will always be with you. In this life and the next, I will only love you."

She gave Jiang Lanye the most resolute answer, and Jiang Lanye nodded emphatically, "Okay, I believe you."

After a while, he released Song Yi and saw the horrifying marks on her fair wrist. He felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Song Yi no longer cared about that. She reached out and cupped Jiang Lanye's cheeks: "Look at me, Jiang Lanye, have you remembered all your memories of the march?"

"Yes, I remember most of it. You were captured, but I was unable to save you in time."

"Because you were injured, and besides, I ended up being fine, didn't I?"

"It turns out that we've been through so much together in the past two years."

His voice was muffled: "Now I feel like someone who has been abandoned by you for two years. Those memories are blank. I can only learn about those two years of life and death together from you."

Song Yi was immediately at a loss for words: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She hadn't expected that the matter of Wolf Owl would stimulate Jiang Lanye so much, forcibly making him recall a part of his memories, which was at least a good thing.

There are two days left.

We must make greater progress tomorrow, otherwise it will be too dangerous.

"Alright, let's take a bath now, and then go to sleep, okay? Tomorrow I'm going to take you somewhere."

She had to take Jiang Lanye back to the ruins of the attic to recreate the moment before he lost his memory.

Although returning to the scene of the incident would be somewhat cruel for Jiang Lanye, as it would force him to recall many things, time was of the essence, and this was the only option she could take.

We can't let him lose his life.

"it is good."

Jiang Lanye followed her out.

Song Yi hadn't originally intended for the two of them to bathe together, but he had no choice; now he had to try every possible way to restore his memory.

The water temperature in the bath was just right. Song Yi squatted down and reached out to test it. When she turned her head, she saw Jiang Lanye staring straight at her with a wolfish look in his eyes.

Song Yi was once again relieved that she was pregnant.

"Alright, stop standing there and change your clothes."

Jiang Lanye glanced at the large bathtub and asked directly, "Have we tried this place before?" "Cough cough. What?!"

She didn't react for a moment, and coughed until her ears turned red.

Jiang Lanye looked at her seriously: "No? This is not like my style."

"Yes, yes, yes, are you satisfied now?"

Having received the answer, Jiang Lanye frowned.

I'm not satisfied at all.

The thought that this place held memories, yet he had forgotten them and couldn't recall them no matter what he tried, made him feel extremely annoyed.

Song Yi dared not face Jiang Lanye any longer, and quickly went over: "I don't care about you anymore, I'm going to change my clothes first."

Jiang Lanye strode after him.

Song Yi looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"I don't believe it."

"Don't believe in what?"

"I don't believe you've always let yourself change clothes by yourself like this."

Song Yi: "."

It has to be said that the person who understands Jiang Lanye best is himself.

So after a while...

Song Yi's entire body flushed a light pink. She submerged herself in the water and, seeing Jiang Lanye's rather cheerful demeanor, couldn't help but mutter curses under her breath.

He's a complete scoundrel.

Where was it last time?

Jiang Lanye suddenly asked a question.

"Huh? Last time... uh."

He narrowed his eyes: "It looks like it's happened more than once."

"Jiang Lanye, sometimes, you don't have to be so clever in this regard, okay?"

Jiang Lanye was about to move closer again.

"Wait, don't come any closer."

"You are pregnant now, and it seems I cannot touch you."

That being said...

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Song Yi stared at him, unable to refute him.

That night.

She became like a piece of warm, smooth jade, casually kneaded and played with in one's hands, polished smooth and lustrous from top to bottom, inside and out, until all her sharp edges were gone.

In the middle of the night.

Song Yi rested her head on his arm, buried her cheek in the crook of his neck, and slept soundly.

Her long, flowing hair spread across the pillow, partially covering Jiang Lanye's arm, and her unique fragrance wafted through the air.

Jiang Lanye endured it for a while, but finally carefully pulled his arm back, intending to sleep with his back to her.

Otherwise, the shock of having someone he hadn't seen for three years lying next to him would be too much for him to bear, and he wouldn't be able to sleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she made a move, Song Yi muttered something uneasy, then snuggled closer and buried her face in Jiang Lanye's neck again.

His hot breath occasionally sprayed onto his neck.

Absolutely awful.

He began to wonder how he had handled such situations before he lost his memory.

(End of this chapter)