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

Chapter 52 Feeding her porridge
"Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

But Song Yi is still unconscious. How should we administer the medicine?
Jiang Lanye said calmly, "Help her up and see if you can get her to eat."

"Yes."

Two palace maids stepped forward and carefully helped her up, letting her lean on their shoulders.

The palace maid fed her a spoonful of medicine, but she wouldn't even open her mouth. The entire spoonful of medicine spilled out instantly. Seeing this, the palace maid quickly wiped it away with a handkerchief.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine cannot drink any of it. What should we do?"

The palace maid looked anxious.

Jiang Lanye glanced at her, noticing her pale lips, and then said, "Give it to me."

The palace maid handed the bowl to Jiang Lanye, and then Jiang Lanye said, "Everyone, get out."

After everyone left, Jiang Lanye blew on the medicine in the bowl, looked at her who was still talking in her sleep, and said in a low voice, "Consort Yun, I have finally caught you. You must not die."

Then, he poured the medicine into her mouth, leaned down, pinched her chin, and swallowed it all.

In her half-awake state, Song Yi seemed to resist such intimate contact and couldn't help but try to turn her head away to avoid it.

Her instinctive attempt to flee provoked Jiang Lanye once again. He reached out and pinched her cheek tightly, not allowing her to move an inch.

I do not know how long it has been.

When Song Yi opened his eyes, the hall was still brightly lit.

She raised her hand to touch her forehead, but instead touched the handkerchief on it.

She weakly removed the handkerchief, intending to sit up, but because she had no strength, she fell back down.

Song Yi turned his head and looked around; the hall was completely empty, with no one in sight.

Jiang Lanye has disappeared without a trace.

She tried to get up again, and with difficulty sat up. Barefoot, she got off the bed and slowly walked to the palace door, intending to open it, but found that the door was locked from the outside.

Song Yi coughed twice, then walked to the window next to the low couch and tried to push it open.

The window remained completely still, as if it had been nailed shut from the outside.

Even the passageway to the study was closed.

The vast Golden Palace transformed into a cold cage, imprisoning her, like a bird.

Song Yi didn't want to return to Jiang Lanye's dragon bed. She stood barefoot in the center of the hall, looking bewildered.

My head is still a little dizzy, and I don't know if it's day or night, or how long I've been asleep.

Just as he was lost in thought, a sound came from outside the hall.

"See Your Majesty."

"Open."

The door was slowly opened, and what came into view was Jiang Lanye, who exuded a chilling aura.

He was dressed in a dark red dragon robe, with golden dragons and cloud patterns faintly visible on the robe. He was as upright as ever, with an indifferent expression and narrow eyes. When he looked up, he saw Song Yi standing blankly in the center of the hall.

She slept for two days and two nights. During those two days, Jiang Lanye could only barely feed her some rice porridge. She lost a lot of weight, and her nightgown became a little loose.

Jiang Lanye was surprised that she was awake. He paused for a moment, then looked at her, his gaze moving downwards to see her bare feet on the cold floor tiles.

"Consort Yun, you are still not well."

He spoke first, but his voice was as calm and still as an ancient well, revealing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

Song Yi stared blankly down at her feet, belatedly realizing she was cold, and her toes curled up.

Consort Yun. It was a title she hadn't heard in a long time, so long that it felt unfamiliar to her.

Seeing that she still didn't move, Jiang Lanye strode forward.

Upon seeing this, Song Yi, still vivid in his mind the scene of Su Meiren being slit in the throat by his sword that day, subconsciously took a step back and raised his hand to try to stop him.

"do not come."

Ignoring her weak struggles, Jiang Lanye easily picked her up and placed her back on the dragon bed.

Song Yi looked up at him, her voice very low.

"Jiang Lanye, how long are you going to keep me locked up?"

Jiang Lanye looked down at her from his high position.

"How about locking me up for life?"

Song Yi's face turned pale instantly. She raised her hand and gently grabbed his dragon robe, wrinkling the fabric.

"Please let me go, I beg you." Jiang Lanye leaned down slightly, reached out and grabbed her slender neck, forcing her to tilt her head back.

He stared at Song Yi, his smile cruel.

He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Impossible. We'll be entangled until the very end."

After saying that, he released Song Yi and coldly watched her cough incessantly on the bed.

At this moment, a palace maid brought in a bowl of porridge.

"Give it to me."

Looking at the porridge in his hand, Song Yi suddenly felt extremely hungry.

Jiang Lanye stirred the porridge with a spoon, glanced at her, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips.

"eat."

Even though Song Yi was very hungry, she still resisted Jiang Lanye's actions and turned her head away.

Jiang Lanye didn't move his hand, and said in a low voice, "If you don't eat, you'll starve to death. Starvation won't work. I will absolutely not allow you to leave the Golden Palace."

Hearing his cruel words, Song Yi's eyes reddened with anger. She turned to look at him and said through gritted teeth, "Jiang Lanye, I hate you."

Jiang Lanye curled his lips, "What a coincidence, I hate you too."

Seeing that she still hadn't made a move, Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes and asked one last time:
"Are you going to eat or not?"

Song Yi glared at him.

Jiang Lanye immediately took a swig, then, ignoring her resistance, grabbed her wrist, placed his hand on the back of her head, and forced her to drink more.

Song Yi took a bite even though she didn't want to, and choked. After coughing twice, she immediately raised her hand and slapped Jiang Lanye across the face.

"asshole!"

Her strength was too weak; even after slapping Jiang Lanye, she still felt no pain.

Jiang Lanye raised his hand, wiping away the traces on his lips with his thumb, unmoved.

"Will you eat it yourself, or shall I feed you?"

Song Yi countered, "How long was I unconscious?"

"Two days."

"So what have I been doing these past two days?"

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow, "Like just now."

Song Yi was taken aback, then gritted her teeth and said, "Jiang Lanye, you're disgusting."

Jiang Lanye chuckled and said quietly, "I've done everything I was supposed to do. It was just feeding you, why do you find it disgusting?"

It would have been better if he hadn't brought it up; the moment he did, Song Yi was so angry that her heart ached.

He actually forced himself to do it.

"To eat or not to eat."

"eat."

Song Yi tried to take the bowl with trembling hands, but Jiang Lanye dodged her.

"You're not as strong as a child; I'm afraid you'll break this bowl too."

After saying that, he scooped up another spoonful of porridge and brought it to Song Yi's lips.

Song Yi clenched her fists, knowing that she had no chance of escaping now.

She couldn't just starve to death; she needed to regain her strength and recover her health before she could have the strength to escape.

So she lowered her eyelids and obediently drank the porridge.

Her eyelashes were delicate and trembling slightly; she looked pitiful no matter how you looked at her.

Jiang Lanye scooped out another spoonful.

This is lean meat congee. The rice in it is cooked until very soft and mushy. It's slightly hot when you eat it, with a little flavor, and it tastes especially delicious.

It tastes much better than regular white porridge.

Before she knew it, she had finished the whole bowl of porridge.

Jiang Lanye looked at the empty bowl with some surprise, and then called in a palace maid.

(End of this chapter)