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

Chapter 323 The Appearance of Wearing a Phoenix Robe

Day two.

When Song Yi woke up in Jiang Lanye's arms, she was still a little dazed.

The thought that the mastermind behind the pavilion had been successfully exposed, and that Consort Ning, who had harmed her behind her back, had been sent to the Cold Palace, meant that everything else was just a matter of time and would be resolved sooner or later, made Song Yi feel much more relaxed.

She snuggled closer to Jiang Lanye, clinging to him with obvious dependence. Then, his warm hand gently cupped the back of her head, his voice hoarse and drowsy: "Awake?"

"She's awake, but she can sleep a little longer."

After saying that, she snuggled into Jiang Lanye's arms like a rabbit.

Jiang Lanye let out a deep laugh, "With you like this, I can't sleep."

Song Yi reached out and touched her slightly protruding belly: "It's bulging a little. I can only feel that I have a baby in my belly now."

Jiang Lanye's hand also landed on it: "Yes, this time is just right. It won't bother you, and you're not too far along in your pregnancy, so it won't be noticeable when you wear the phoenix robe."

She gave a vague laugh: "Should we go over now?"

"Let's go."

She stretched and started acting spoiled again: "I don't want to get up, just carry me."

Jiang Lanye reached out and steadily pulled her into his arms, then gently patted Song Yi's thigh, signaling her to lift her legs and wrap them around his waist.

Song Yi felt like a koala clinging to Jiang Lanye, her chin resting on his shoulder, and yawned.

Jiang Lanye walked over, sat down at the dressing table, and asked softly, "Would you like to get down?"

"Do not."

He picked up the comb and carefully combed Song Yi's hair.

His movements were gentle, and Song Yi felt exceptionally comfortable. With his shoulder resting on her, her eyelids began to flutter.

Jiang Lanye reluctantly tidied her hair up a bit and patted her buttocks: "Hold on tight, I'm about to stand up."

She responded vaguely.

Jiang Lanye carried her to the copper basin.

Song Yi finally got up, rinsed her mouth and washed her face carefully with cool water, and her drowsiness completely disappeared. She was in the mood to pick out a comfortable dress and called out, "Jiang Lanye, I'm ready, let's go now."

Jiang Lanye looked at her: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I won't eat, I won't eat. What if I can't wear the phoenix robe if I eat too much?"

Jiang Lanye couldn't dissuade her, and they went to the Imperial Wardrobe with their fingers intertwined.

Song Yi had already seen the phoenix robe with her own eyes that day, and seeing it again today, she couldn't help but let out a small "wow".

Clearly, many details have been done well, and it is even more exquisite than the previous one.

Seeing this, several palace maids smiled and said, "Your Highness, please move aside. We will help you change your clothes."

Jiang Lanye looked at her and said in a low voice, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Song Yi rolled her eyes at him: "What do you think?"

She followed the palace maid inside.

The four carefully lifted the phoenix robe and followed Song Yi inside.

Only when she put it on did Song Yi understand why so many palace maids were needed to serve her.

The phoenix robe was magnificent, but it was also exceptionally heavy, and the way it was worn was quite complicated. She was supported by palace maids as she watched several people circling around her, adjusting it.

The moment she was fully dressed, Song Yi exhaled: "It's so heavy, I feel like I can't even walk after putting it on."

"Yes, Your Majesty, the fabric is of the finest quality, with so many layers, not to mention the exquisite embroidery and the numerous gemstones inlaid on it." The two women adjusted her skirt. "Alright, Your Majesty, His Majesty will be overjoyed if he sees it."

She was carefully helped out by the palace maids.

When Song Yi's figure appeared at the palace gate, Jiang Lanye, who had been sitting outside with his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest, looked up at the sound.

With just one glance, his tapping motion abruptly stopped, as if he were frozen in place, a clear hint of amazement flashing across his deep eyes.

The sunlight was perfect at that moment, streaming in through the window.

The bright red satin shimmered with a luxurious sheen under the light, and the phoenix embroidered with gold thread was lifelike.

Song Yi stood there, her figure accentuated by the magnificent attire, making her appear even more upright and dignified. Her usually charming and lively eyes were given an air of untouchable majesty by the extreme solemnity and nobility she wore.

Jiang Lanye thought he had seen her in countless different ways—cunning, coquettish, angry, and even disheveled—but he had never seen her dressed up so elaborately.

He walked up to her, his gaze fixed on her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice much lower and hoarse than usual, filled with undisguised admiration and excitement:

"My empress is very beautiful."

Song Yi slowly raised her hand and touched her cheek: "I didn't wear any makeup today, do I still look good like this?"

"She is already stunningly beautiful even without makeup."

He spoke earnestly.

Song Yi deliberately said, "If I put on makeup, wouldn't I become a fairy who descended from heaven?"

He reached out and gently touched Song Yi's cheek: "You always have been."

The palace maids nearby, upon hearing Jiang Lanye's words, all chuckled ambiguously.

I never imagined that His Majesty would say such flattering things.

Song Yi took a step forward and couldn't help but look back at the wide hem of her skirt: "This place is too small."

"Yes, we'll go back to the palace tomorrow. The path to the main hall will be much wider then."

Song Yi couldn't help but reach out and touch the fine fabric: "I'm only wearing a dress now, and I'm already this bulky. When I'm fully armed, will I be able to walk at all?"

"If you can't walk, I'll carry you up."

His expression was serious; he didn't seem to be joking.

Song Yi thought about the scene carefully: "Forget it, I always feel that the coronation ceremony is very solemn and dignified. At that time, I will definitely walk up the steps one by one and then walk to your side."

Jiang Lanye smiled without saying a word.

Song Yi changed back into her old clothes, and when she put on the clothes she had worn that day, she couldn't help but jump around a couple of times.

"what happened?"

She couldn't help but say, "Now that I've changed back, I feel like this dress is so light it's like I'm not wearing any clothes at all."

She already had a premonition that she would be exhausted that day.

After returning home, the imperial physician came to take Song Yi's pulse again to ensure that the pregnancy was gradually stabilizing. He also prescribed another dose of medicine, so that she would not need to drink it every day after returning to the palace starting tomorrow.

Before returning to the palace, Jiang Lanye planned to finish dealing with Consort Ning's matter first.

In the cold palace.

The cold palace in the imperial palace was even more desolate than the palace itself, and she was the only person in the huge abandoned palace.

Since she was imprisoned here, no one has spoken a word to her, and Zhu Qing is no longer by her side.

She was still wearing the luxurious clothes reserved for imperial concubines, sitting by the dry well in the courtyard, staring blankly at the weeds on the ground.

(End of this chapter)