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

Chapter 351 Extra Chapter: Transmigration 1
Song Yi had a dream, an exceptionally vivid dream.

She and Jiang Lanye were lying on the dragon bed. They had just fallen asleep when she opened her eyes again. Before her eyes was a bright light. Song Yi subconsciously squinted and then was surprised to find that she was standing in the palace.

All around were familiar red walls and green tiles, the bricks and stones on the ground were exceptionally neat, and the trees on both sides of the road stood quietly.

Song Yi subconsciously took two steps forward, then suddenly realized that her gaze was not quite right.

He seems too short.

She looked down and slowly raised both of her hands.

Two unusually small hands.

How is this going?

She ran frantically for a while, until she reached a small pond. She looked at her reflection in the water and gasped.

She had shrunk! She had returned to her childhood appearance, and was even wearing modern clothes.

Song Yi quickly reached out and pinched her cheeks, trying to wake herself from the dream, but even after her fair face was red from being pinched by her small hands and she felt the pain, there was no change.

Just then, she suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from not far away.

Song Yi looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Behind the pond were some interconnected artificial hills. She carefully walked over, gripping the hills with her hands, and peeked out.

There she saw a child of similar age, dressed in a fine brocade robe, sitting high on the artificial hill, casually tossing a few pebbles at the green leaves on a tree trunk not far away.

To her surprise, the child's seemingly simple movements always hit the green leaves precisely.

She stared at him for a long time, puzzled. After some time, he had thrown away all the stones in his hand and was about to go down to get some more when he looked down and saw Song Yi.

The moment their eyes met, Song Yi opened her mouth in surprise.

This child is actually Jiang Lanye when he was a child!
Although the face looks very young, it is clearly a miniature version of Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye was startled and jumped off the artificial hill, looking at her warily with a serious expression on his young face: "Who are you?"

It seems that she traveled back to Jiang Lanye's childhood in this dream.

Jiang Lanye did not recognize her.

Song Yi awkwardly tugged at her dress with her small hands, and even she herself was a little uncomfortable with the sound she made when she spoke.

Her voice was sweet, and a little high-pitched, as she said crisply, "I've come to ask you to be my friend."

Jiang Lanye's expression became even stranger.

He leaned closer and examined Song Yi's clothes closely: "What are you wearing? Such strange clothes."

Song Yi quickly said, "Could you please get me some clothes? I'll change first and then I'll explain to you."

Although Jiang Lanye was young, he inherited his father’s suspiciousness and caution. He usually showed a composure beyond his age in front of others. But now, for some reason, he was not afraid at all when looking at the little girl in front of him.

Song Yi's eyes were dark and bright, wide open, looking especially cute on her round, fair face, and she seemed harmless.

Jiang Lanye hesitated for a moment: "Then you wait for me here."

"All right!"

After a while, Jiang Lanye came over with a set of pink clothes in his hand, handed it to her, and explained, "The princess of Consort Shu is about the same age as you. The Empress Dowager has made a lot of clothes for her these past two days. I secretly took a set for you."

"Mother?"

At this time, Jiang Lanye's mother had not yet met with misfortune.

Jiang Lanye nodded: "I am the eldest prince."

He said it in a very serious tone.

His voice still carried a childlike crispness, but his tone deliberately imitated an adult's composure. Song Yi, carrying the clothes, walked towards the inside of the two artificial hills, turning to look at him: "I need to change my clothes, can you cover me up?"

Jiang Lanye's cheeks flushed for a moment, and she stammered, "Okay, alright."

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head away, his back tense and arched slightly.

Song Yi found it amusing. She quickly changed her clothes, hid her original clothes under a rock, and straightened her skirt. "All done."

Jiang Lanye turned his head and looked at her; his eyes lit up the moment he did.

The dress fit Song Yi perfectly, making her skin look as white as jade, like a delicate porcelain doll.

The tiny butterflies embroidered on her skirt seemed ready to take flight at any moment, swaying gently with her movements.

She tugged at the hem of her skirt a little shyly, looked up at him, and her eyes curved into crescents: "Does it look good?"

Jiang Lanye stared in a daze, nodded subconsciously, her ears turning slightly red, and said softly but firmly, "It's beautiful."

He had never thought that the younger sister in Consort Shu's palace wearing pink clothes was anything special, but on her, it seemed to suddenly become different.

Song Yi stepped forward with some joy, only to find Jiang Lanye still staring at him nervously. She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, shaking it gently. "Could you help me find a place to stay? I have nowhere to live, so I can only stay with you."

Jiang Lanye frowned: "You have to tell me first, who exactly are you, and why are you here?"

Song Yi pouted: "Alright then, I'll tell you, but don't be scared by me."

Jiang Lanye found her words amusing and snorted, "I'm a big kid now, I won't be scared by your words."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Song Yi smiled slyly: "I am your future wife, your empress, and the person you love most!"

Jiang Lanye stared at her, dumbfounded, then suddenly became angry and embarrassed: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Although she is very beautiful and cute, her background is unknown, so how could she possibly be his future wife? In short, absolutely impossible!

Song Yi looked at him innocently: "I'm serious, you see, I told you but you don't believe me. Don't you like me?"

"We've only just met."

He took a step back somewhat awkwardly.

Song Yi immediately pressed on: "I know, but you just said I'm pretty."

"I meant the dress was pretty!"

Song Yi noticed that Jiang Lanye's ears were red and couldn't help but laugh: "By the way, I haven't told you my name yet."

After saying that, she bent down and picked up a sharp stone from the ground, and began to write on the ground stroke by stroke.

"Song Yi?"

He murmured it aloud.

"Yes, my name is Song Yi."

"Then I'll tell you my name too."

"No need, I know your name is Jiang Lanye."

Jiang Lanye was surprised again: "How did you know?"

"I've already told you, I'm your future empress, of course I know your name."

(End of this chapter)