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

Chapter 53 "Shall we tie him up?"

Bring in another bowl.

Song Yi immediately retorted angrily, "I can't eat anymore."

Jiang Lanye stared at her intently, then suddenly reached out his hand again.

She was so frightened that she kept backing away.

Jiang Lanye grabbed her, his large hand covering her abdomen, feeling the slight bulge, before saying, "No need, go out."

Watching the palace maid turn and walk out, Song Yi stared longingly at her retreating figure, clearly yearning for her.

She's like a little wolf with a broken leg, locked in a cage, and extremely resentful.

Jiang Lanye couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, then suddenly asked, "Tell me, what are you planning to do with all those candles you arranged?"

Song Yi glared at him.

Why should I tell you?

"You want to escape."

His tone was determined.

Song Yi said coldly, "You already know, so why are you asking me?"

Jiang Lanye looked somewhat bewildered, staring intently at her, and asked seriously, "Where do you want to escape to?"

Song Yi took a deep breath and, in a fit of desperation, said, "Jiang Lanye, we are not from the same world. I want to go back to my world."

Jiang Lanye couldn't understand her words and just thought she was talking nonsense.

Seeing that he ignored her words, Song Yi continued, "It was the same three years ago. I ran away and returned to my world, so you couldn't find me no matter what."

"The Empress Dowager said that you have gone into hiding outside the palace."

He suddenly said coldly.

"Have you gotten married in the past three years?"

Song Yi was taken aback. "No."

The frost in Jiang Lanye's eyes finally melted a little.

He stood up, about to take a step, when Song Yi quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Approving memorials to the throne."

"where?"

"right here."

Song Yi nodded blankly, watching him sit on the dragon throne.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, she felt warm all over and had regained some strength, so she refused to lie down on the dragon bed.

There were no shoes by the bed, so she walked over barefoot again.

Like a ghost, Song Yi slowly walked to Jiang Lanye's side.

Jiang Lanye looked at her expressionlessly.

"Song Yi, no matter how much you torment yourself, I will never let you out of here."

"Just kill me! Give me a quick death. I'd rather die than stay by your side!"

Song Yi suddenly said.

Jiang Lanye forcefully pressed her onto his lap and asked coldly, "Have you made enough of a scene?"

He had accumulated a large number of memorials over the past two days, which he had not yet reviewed. When the ministers of the previous court learned that Consort Yun had reappeared, they were in an uproar, and memorials were being handed over one after another without end.

"You think I'm joking? I'm serious, I really would rather die right now."

Song Yi felt a wave of despair.

Jiang Lanye deliberately said, "If you want to die, there's a golden sword behind the dragon throne. I won't stop you."

That golden sword was the one he used to kill Lady Su.

Recalling the horrific scene of Su Meiren's death that day, Song Yi froze, then suddenly pushed Jiang Lanye away with disgust and left his embrace.

"Let's look at your memorial."

She walked back barefoot again.

"Next time you don't wear shoes and socks, you'll have to bear the consequences."

He suddenly reminded him.

Song Yi angrily said, "I have no shoes or socks, and all I'm wearing is this nightgown. What exactly do you want from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace maids outside the hall brought in the shoes and socks.

Song Yi moved her lips, seemingly silently cursing Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye ignored her, knowing that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape his grasp, and opened the memorial.

He had just finished carefully reviewing two memorials and was writing the third when Song Yi's footsteps sounded again. She had come over once more.

Jiang Lanye didn't even look up, holding her pen and writing intently.

Song Yi watched him review the memorials.

His handwriting is exceptionally beautiful, elegant and graceful.

Just as Jiang Lanye finished writing the last word and was about to close the memorial,

Suddenly, all the ink in the inkstone spilled over, instantly staining the characters he had just finished writing.

Ink even spilled onto his sleeve.

Jiang Lanye held his pen firmly, remaining motionless, as if he had anticipated Song Yi's actions. He calmly closed the memorial, set it aside, and picked up another one.

Song Yi immediately reached out and snatched it, tearing the inner pages apart in front of Jiang Lanye.

She looked at Jiang Lanye defiantly.

Jiang Lanye didn't even look up, and picked up another memorial.

Just as Song Yi was about to continue, he suddenly pointed to the pile of memorials and said, "Tear them up."

Song Yi: ?
"Tear it however you want, but even if you tear it all up, you still can't leave."

Song Yi was shocked and speechless.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Jiang Lanye casually dipped his brush in the ink that had spilled on the table and continued writing.

So Song Yi smashed the teacup on the table, threw the memorial to the ground, and smashed all the pens.

At this moment, outside the palace.

Hearing the sound of objects falling to the ground from inside the hall, Eunuch Cao wore a mournful expression and muttered, "When will those two finally stop?"

The palace maids looked at each other in bewilderment.

The commotion inside the hall continued.

After hesitating for a long time, Cao Gonggong was still worried, so he quietly opened the door a crack and peeked out with one eye.

After Jiang Lanye finished writing the memorial carefully, he looked down and found that everything on the table was gone.

All that remained was the memorial to the throne beside him and the pen in his hand.

The rest of the items were thrown to the ground by Song Yi, leaving the ground in a mess.

He finally glanced at Song Yi and called her name.

"Song Yi".

Song Yi glared at him.

That bastard finally glanced at her.

Jiang Lanye smiled faintly, his voice soft: "If you keep doing this, how about I tie you up?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yi immediately stepped back warily.

"You can't do this."

Her voice trembled with fear.

It was at this moment that she finally realized that Jiang Lanye was no longer the Jiang Lanye she used to be.

She couldn't possibly throw a tantrum around him without any restraint.

Because now he will not only not indulge her, but will also use stronger measures to force her to comply.

At this moment, the palace door was gently pushed open.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Eunuch Cao's eyelids twitched heavily. He cautiously asked:
"Your Majesty, shall I clean this up?"

Jiang Lanye looked at the culprit and said calmly, "Come here."

Eunuch Cao hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, picked up the items, and placed them on the table. He was startled again when he noticed the large ink stains on the cuffs of the items.

"Your Majesty, shall I help you change your clothes?"

"No need."

He declined calmly, then looked at Song Yi and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Consort Yun."

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Cao knew that the two were likely to start arguing again.

He moved swiftly, quickly retreating and closing the door again.

Song Yi said, "Impossible."

Having said that, she turned around and headed back to the dragon bed.

Jiang Lanye suddenly stood up, caught up with her in a few steps, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

(End of this chapter)