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

Chapter 353 Extra Chapter: Transmigration 3
Seeing that Song Yi was eating too quickly, he poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her, saying, "Eat slowly. My mother says that you need to chew your food carefully, otherwise you might choke."

Song Yi quickly took the water and gulped it down, then casually wiped her mouth and said, "I was just a little hungry."

As Jiang Lanye watched, he couldn't help but reach out and wipe the grains of rice from her lips.

Song Yi was taken aback, then stared at him with wide, round eyes: "Brother Lan Ye, what are you planning to do next?"

Jiang Lan paused.

"Of course I'm going to read books."

"Do I really have to watch this?"

"I have one hour of rest time during the day."

Song Yi was somewhat surprised: "Did Her Majesty the Empress set this time for you?"

Jiang Lanye shook his head: "No, this is my own request."

I never imagined he was so diligent at such a young age.

Song Yi reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "Can you take me with you? I'm so bored here all by myself."

He hesitated for a moment: "Alright, I'll take you to my study where I read."

"it is good!"

Jiang Lanye's childhood study was clearly a temporary renovation for him. Although the space was small, it was fully equipped with everything he needed. A tall bookshelf was placed against the wall, and a small wooden ladder was placed next to it so that he could easily go up and get books.

Song Yi moved a small stool for herself and sat facing Jiang Lanye. She rested her chin on her hands and looked at Jiang Lanye, finding the scene inexplicably funny.

He could never have imagined that when they grew up, they would be sitting face to face like this every day, and his desk would be a mess, filled with her things.

Jiang Lanye solemnly opened the book, picked up the pen, and looked up at Song Yi.

Across from him, Song Yi rested her chin on her hands, her round eyes fixed on him without blinking, a soft, unconscious smile playing on her lips.

She looked like a well-behaved yet curious little animal.

Jiang Lanye's fingers, which were holding the pen, paused slightly, and the movement of writing stopped in mid-air.

He found it hard to take his eyes off her face; her overly bright eyes seemed to have a magical power, causing his once calm heart to ripple like a lake with subtle, unfamiliar waves.

He instinctively avoided her gaze, pretending to be calm as he lowered his eyelashes to look at the book, only to find that he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

All he could hear was her soft breathing and his own heartbeat, which had inexplicably quickened.

He simply closed the book, picked up a blank sheet of paper, and began practicing calligraphy.

Song Yi looked closely and was somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lanye's handwriting was already quite beautiful at this age. However, he still hesitated and faltered a bit when putting pen to paper, unlike when he grew up and could write in one go.

Her gaze was so intense that Jiang Lanye endured it for a while, then suddenly pulled out a piece of white paper and slapped it in front of her: "Don't keep looking at me, you should practice too."

Song Yi: "."

Why is it that both the older and younger Jiang Lanye make her practice calligraphy?
Song Yi pursed her lips: "Fine, I'll show you my handwriting."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lanye immediately looked over with curiosity.

Children are always competitive, and he thought to himself that he must not let Song Yi outdo him.

As Song Yi put pen to paper, his lips twitched slightly: "What are you writing? There's not even a stroke of the pen."

Song Yi snorted: "What do you know? It's enough that you can understand it."

Jiang Lanye remained silent.

For the next hour, Song Yi was restless, curiously exploring the entire study, touching everything in sight. Finally, she returned to Jiang Lanye's side, standing behind him and watching him write. A strand of her hair, not properly tied up, fell and gently touched Jiang Lanye's neck, tickling him like a feather.

Jiang Lanye couldn't help but turn to look at her: "Are you really my future empress?"

"Of course! And it was your request. You like me so much, you dream of making me your queen."

Song Yi said this deliberately in a teasing tone.

She had expected to hear Jiang Lanye's rebuttal, but to her surprise, after hearing her words, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Upon closer inspection, a hint of a smile seemed to flicker in his eyes.

Is this the woman who is his empress?

He loved it.

Song Yi braced herself with her two small hands, about to sit on the table, when she suddenly realized that she was now in a shrunken body and couldn't get up for a moment, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

Jiang Lanye looked at her and said, "I'll carry you upstairs."

"Okay."

Song Yi opened her two short arms and hugged him, and then Jiang Lanye pulled her up with a strong hug.

Song Yi dangled in the air, swinging back and forth in front of him:
"Brother Lanye, would you like me to be your queen?"

Jiang Lanye remained silent.

Tell me, do you like it or not?

His ears turned red again. "You're really strange. Why would you ask such a question!"

Song Yi suppressed a laugh.

She couldn't tease Jiang Lanye at all when he grew up, but now he's very easy to tease. He blushes after just a few words, which is just too cute.

into the night.

Song Yi returned to her room, looked in the mirror, and couldn't help but marvel at her reflection.

This feeling is truly amazing.

How come she never noticed before how cute she was as a child? No wonder Jiang Lanye didn't dare to look her in the eye today, blushing as soon as they did.

Looking at the completely dark sky outside the window, Song Yi had an idea. Suddenly, she turned around, hugged the soft pillow on the bed to her chest, and walked towards Jiang Lanye's bedroom next door.

She quietly pushed open the door and saw that Jiang Lanye had already changed into his nightgown and was ready to sleep. She deliberately stood at the door and stared at him, calling out timidly, "Brother Lanye."

Jiang Lanye looked at her with some surprise.

She was wearing a soft white nightgown, her small body almost half-hidden by the large soft pillow in her arms. Her thick, long hair was draped messily over her shoulders, making her face appear even smaller and more endearing.

"Why are you here so late?"

"I'm a little scared and I'm afraid to sleep alone. Can I come to you?"

Jiang Lanye's ears turned red again. "Fine, whatever you're afraid of."

"I'm afraid there are ghosts."

Song Yi said in a very serious tone.

Jiang Lanye was speechless and choked with emotion: "There is no ghost at all. No, there is a coward in front of me."

Song Yi walked over with her pillow, unceremoniously placing her own pillow next to his, then climbed onto the bed, pulled Jiang Lanye's blanket over herself, leaving only her head exposed.
"Go to sleep. If we sleep together, the ghosts won't bother us."

(End of this chapter)