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

Chapter 337 Song Yi's Production
Seeing that Song Yi was looking at her intently, Jiang Lanye followed her gaze.

Both rabbits were placed on the table. At first, neither moved, only their mouths twitching randomly. After a while, the white rabbit was the first to move. It stretched out its nose and carefully approached, seemingly sniffing the black rabbit's scent.

Immediately afterwards, the slightly larger black rabbit seemed to be intrigued. It approached the white rabbit and gently touched and pawed at its body with its nose and front paws, as if it were confirming something.

A moment later, after the black rabbit continued to probe, it suddenly stood up, put its forelegs on the white rabbit's back, and covered the white rabbit with its whole body, forming a stable posture.

Song Yi: "."

Jiang Lanye: "."

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, then Jiang Lanye said calmly, "It wants to mate."

"Should we stop it?"

".Um."

Jiang Lanye reached out and grabbed the black rabbit by the neck without hesitation, then locked it in the cage.

Song Yi immediately picked up the white rabbit and glanced sideways at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye gave a half-smile.

The imperial physician arrived suddenly, breaking the strange atmosphere between the two.

During the few days that Song Yi was away from the palace, the Empress Dowager was also very worried. This imperial physician was summoned by the Empress Dowager herself.

After taking her pulse, he said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is already four months pregnant, and the pregnancy is very stable. You should pay more attention to eating nutritious food to nourish your body, which will also be good for the imperial heir in your womb."

Song Yi nodded.

Jiang Lanye felt a little conflicted at the thought of seeing the little guy next spring.

time flies.

Days in the palace passed by peacefully and quietly, like a gentle stream.

When the vast snow covered the red walls and green tiles, Jiang Lanye accompanied Song Yi to enjoy the snow. This New Year was especially lively because of Song Yi's company.

It was quite rare for them to sit at the same table with the Empress Dowager and have a meal together.

Before we knew it, it was already mid-spring of the following year.

Over the past six months, the imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy have been taking my pulse regularly, and every herbal decoction and meal has been carefully prepared.

Song Yi's belly was already quite swollen. Although her movements were slightly slower than usual, her complexion was rosy and her fetal movements were strong.

This day.

She changed into her new spring clothes. Even though the skirt was looser, her slender figure could still be seen from behind, with only her belly protruding.

Song Yi leaned back on the low couch, holding a book in her hand: "I've read this book three times already, but I still like it very much every time I read it. Do you want to read it?"

After saying that, she closed the book and stared at Jiang Lanye and Xichun with a helpless expression.

The imperial physician said that she would give birth in the next two days. In the past nine months, Song Yi was not nervous at all, but they were extremely nervous. The midwife and wet nurse had been carefully selected for a long time.

Xichun is now preparing her clothes for the day she gives birth.

Clothes for adults, clothes for children.

Jiang Lanye stopped looking at the memorials and focused intently on folding the little clothes that Song Yi had been sewing over the past six months.

“I said—you don’t need to do this, acting like you’re facing a major enemy from the start of the morning.”

Jiang Lanye carefully folded and put away all the things, then walked to Song Yi's side and adjusted the soft pillow behind her back: "Is anything uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just that I feel like I can't breathe."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lanye could only reach out and gently stroke her cheek, unable to share any of her pain.

"Yiyi, I'm so scared." Song Yi couldn't help but laugh: "What are you afraid of? I'm not scared at all."

"Whenever I see how tired you are, I always think that he should come out sooner so that you can be relieved as soon as possible. But I am also afraid that you will suffer the pain of childbirth on the day you give birth."

Song Yi stroked her belly: "This little guy is exceptionally active. Since six months, the fetal movements have become more frequent and obvious. I think he can't stay still any longer."

After saying that, she suddenly sighed.

Jiang Lanye was very concerned about Song Yi's mood, and upon seeing this, he immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just suddenly felt that this child will probably have a personality similar to mine when he is born. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Jiang Lanye suppressed a laugh: "What's wrong with that? It's good to be like you, but not like me."

"Jiang Lanye, you have no idea how mischievous I was when I was a child. I was so impulsive that I could sometimes even tell myself."

Jiang Lanye thought about it carefully, "If in the future when I am reviewing memorials, there are two people, one big and one small, who come and bother me and snatch my memorials away, that would not be a bad thing."

"What are you saying? I've always been considerate and never bother people."

Jiang Lanye did not expose her words.

Xichun, who was standing nearby, suddenly said, "Your Highness, I heard from the midwives that some women don't suffer much during childbirth and give birth in just over an hour. That's not too fast or too slow, just right. Maybe Your Highness is like that."

Song Yi stroked her chin: "The imperial physician said that my constitution is very good, and in addition, I have been very active during my pregnancy, constantly running around. In short, I have gotten exercise, so it is highly likely that I will be like Xichun said!"

Jiang Lanye looked at her and said helplessly, "So, I shouldn't have stopped you from jumping around like that in the first place?"

"That's for sure."

Song Yi was somewhat smug.

Jiang Lanye added, "The imperial physician said it will be within the next two days. I will not sleep tonight. If anything happens to you, I will know immediately."

Song Yi hesitated for a moment: "I don't think that's necessary."

Jiang Lanye shook his head, clearly very determined.

".All right."

As night fell, Song Yi lay on her side on the dragon bed. She saw that the table was covered with a dense array of items needed for the day of delivery. Jiang Lanye and Xichun had organized everything together and checked it several times to ensure there were no mistakes. Suddenly, she felt a sense of peace.

Song Yi's intuition has always been very accurate.

Half an hour after she closed her eyes, she suddenly realized something was wrong and abruptly opened them.

Jiang Lanye, who had been watching over her the whole time, was startled when he saw this: "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Lanye, go and call the imperial physician. I think it's time to begin."

The Golden Palace was instantly illuminated.

All the imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital rushed over, and the Empress Dowager also hurriedly put on her clothes and was helped over by palace maids. The midwives went inside, and two screens were erected beside the dragon bed. The palace maids carried warm water and clean handkerchiefs in and out in an orderly manner.

Xichun stood aside, helping to hand over things and occasionally saying a few words to reassure Song Yi.

It was initially agreed that Jiang Lanye would need to go out, but when the time came, no one dared to let him leave.

Song Yi lay quietly, looking at Jiang Lanye. As soon as she raised her hand, he gripped it tightly.

"Yiyi, I am here."

He looked at Song Yi's hair, which was damp with sweat, and felt particularly sorry for her.

Song Yi forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

(End of this chapter)