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

Chapter 315 Return to the Ruins
Early the next morning.

Song Yi didn't sleep very soundly; she vaguely felt herself moving around during the night.

Her main concern was that Jiang Lanye might not be able to recall all his past memories, which would mean that the two of them would be wiped out from this world, with no chance of ever returning.

She supported her upper body and quietly looked at Jiang Lanye.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Lanye opened his eyes.

"You're not asleep?"

Jiang Lanye's eyes were bloodshot, and he replied hoarsely, "I didn't sleep well."

She touched the dark circles under Jiang Lanye's eyes with a hint of heartache: "Were you forcing yourself to recall the past all night?"

Jiang Lanye's gaze deepened: "No."

"Ok?"

"You were fidgeting all night and kept pressing against me."

Song Yi: "."

"I was feeling uneasy, so I didn't sleep well and kept fidgeting."

"Well, that's why I didn't sleep well either. I was unconsciously teased by you all night, and I couldn't do anything to you."

Song Yi was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so she quickly sat up and said, "Just push me away."

"You think I didn't push him?"

He sat up, his tone ambiguous, whether mocking or helpless: "I thought you were testing my patience."

Song Yi choked a little.

"Alright, we have more important things to do today."

Jiang Lanye didn't ask. He knew it must be related to regaining his memories again. He only knew that regaining his memories was very important to him, but he couldn't understand exactly what was going on.

Neither of them ate breakfast; after washing up, they hurriedly went out.

Song Yi took his hand and gently instructed him, "If you feel uncomfortable or have a headache later, stop for a while and don't force yourself to think about it. Rest for a while before talking about it again."

"Ah."

She tried to make her tone light: "Xichun, get me an umbrella."

Immediately afterwards, Song Yi handed the umbrella to Jiang Lanye: "Although it's not raining today, holding this umbrella might remind you of something."

The two walked forward in silence.

The weather was still gloomy. Although the water had cleared up, the ground was still damp, and the wind blowing in was particularly cool, which improved Song Yi's mood.

The two walked through a bamboo grove, where water droplets on the bamboo leaves dripped slowly down the tips of the leaves and hit the umbrella, making a "pat-pat" sound.

"stop."

Song Yi suddenly grabbed him.

"what happened?"

"Do you remember this place? It was raining that day, and you were standing like this with an umbrella. I was standing to your right, and then we stopped here."

Jiang Lanye stared at her, his mind blank.

Seeing this, Song Yi suddenly stood on tiptoe, reached out and grabbed his collar, and kissed him.

A raindrop fell from the edge of the umbrella, just like that day, except this time, there was no misty, dense drizzle, and the rain wouldn't wet Jiang Lanye's shoulder.

Jiang Lanye felt a warm touch on his lips. He didn't move, but just looked intently at Song Yi:

"This is something you've done before."

"It's us."

She corrected.

"Do you have any impression?"

Jiang Lanye reached out and touched the corner of her eye, looking at the bamboo forest behind her and feeling the damp air around her. He whispered, "It seems so, your eyelashes are wet."

Song Yi was taken aback, and raised her hand to touch it. Actually, her eyelashes weren't wet; they were wet from the rain that day.

Jiang Lanye suddenly uttered these words, and Song Yi's eyes gradually filled with joy. Further on, many people were busy around the ruins; upon seeing the two arrive, they quickly bowed.

Jiang Lanye's whole body stiffened.

Before me lay a vast open space, and within that space lay a great deal of ruins, with walls and bricks broken into small pieces, their sharp edges exposed.

The palace servants were still busy clearing the ruins.

Song Yi glanced at it a few more times, then felt a chill and dared not look again.

Who would have thought that in such a ruin, if someone were actually buried there, there would be absolutely no chance of survival?

She traded Jiang Lanye's memories for three days of her life.

Looking back now, without the system, they would have died hastily, perhaps without even leaving a last word.

She looked at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye's expression was very strange.

"what happened to you?"

He breathed heavily and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this why I lost my memory?"

"Yes, we were murdered. This place was originally a pavilion that you ordered others to build for me, but someone did something to it. When the pavilion collapsed, the two of us were still inside."

Jiang Lanye lowered his eyes and looked at the small wound on the back of Song Yi's hand without saying a word.

After a long pause, he said coldly, "We should kill them all."

“I know, but you have to find the murderer first, so those who were involved in the construction must be spared.”

Jiang Lanye remained silent, continuing to walk forward.

Song Yi followed him closely, watching him walk to the ruins, half-squat down, and reach out to touch the stones.

"Jiang Lanye, can you remember anything?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yi was suddenly embraced tightly by Jiang Lanye.

"Eh!"

"We almost died, didn't we?"

His voice trembled as he tightened his grip on Song Yi, pulling her into his embrace.

Song Yi's voice also began to tremble: "Maybe I won't die, because you pushed me away. You wanted to shield me from that collapsing wall, but Jiang Lanye, have you ever thought that if this is the ending, I would rather die with you?"

"We either die together or we live together."

She choked up, raising her hand to clutch Jiang Lanye's robe: "You fool, why did you have to shield me? You are the emperor, the Son of Heaven. What will happen to everyone if you die?"

Jiang Lanye listened in silence.

He didn't know; he knew nothing.

He couldn't remember anything before he lost his memory, but the fear in his heart came so naturally; it was clear that he was afraid of losing Song Yi.

"Song Yi".

He suddenly called out softly.

"what?"

"I don't know what I was thinking back then, but I am certain that whether it was two years ago or two years later, in front of you, I am first and foremost your Jiang Lanye, your husband, and then the king of this world."

Call him paranoid or insane, it doesn't matter.

Jiang Lanye cannot live without Song Yi.

Without Song Yi, he would lose all meaning in his existence.

Song Yi mumbled something indistinctly, as if she were cursing him, but Jiang Lanye didn't hear a word she said.

A picture suddenly flashed through his mind.

In the scene, Song Yi is held tightly in his arms as the two stagger up the stairs, surrounded by walls that are shaking violently, with bricks and stones falling down from time to time.

He looked down and saw Song Yi's pale face, which had turned deathly pale with fear.

(End of this chapter)