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

Chapter 10 Punishing her by making her copy books
Seeing that Jiang Lanye had left, Song Yi felt relieved and quickly took off her veil.

Upon seeing this, Eunuch Cao was completely stunned.

Because what he saw was Song Yi's other side of her face, which did not have burn scars.

Just looking at her profile, she really does resemble Consort Yun.

No wonder His Majesty treats her differently, summoning her frequently these past few days. It's just a pity her voice doesn't match, and she wears a veil all the time; otherwise, she would truly be the spitting image of him.
Song Yi noticed Eunuch Cao's staring gaze, her hand trembled, she hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of food into her mouth, then quickly put her head back on and said, "I'm done eating."

Eunuch Cao suddenly came to his senses.

Consort Yun has been missing for three years, and it is likely that she has already lost her life as rumored. Only His Majesty is still relentlessly searching for her.

Song Yi stood up on her own and walked to Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye stared at her, then suddenly asked, "I heard that you have doubts about my abilities in that area?"

Song Yi: "?"

She didn't react for a moment and blurted out, "In what way?"

Jiang Lanye twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes, like cold stars, appearing even colder now.

He stared intently at the bewildered person before him, then walked up to her.

His oppressive aura was so strong that Song Yi was terrified of him standing in front of her, looking down at her with his eyes lowered. She couldn't help but take a half step back.

Her attempt to escape seemed to provoke Jiang Lanye, who suddenly stretched out his long arm, hooked Song Yi's waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Song Yi exclaimed in surprise, and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, this concubine truly does not understand."

Jiang Lanye said in a deep voice, "Look at me."

Song Yi had no choice but to stare wide-eyed into his chilling eyes.

"Song Yi, don't you know best whether I have a problem or not?"

Song Yi:
Her cheeks flushed instantly, thankful that she was wearing a veil and the man in front of her hadn't noticed anything amiss.

He said this with a hint of gritted teeth.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that his eyes were not looking at her, but rather through her, looking at Song Yi from three years ago.

Song Yi mustered her courage and pushed him away.

Jiang Lanye felt a chill run through him as he stared at the seemingly lifeless Song Yi.

Song Yi knelt down on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty, I am not the Imperial Concubine!"

Jiang Lanye's body stiffened. The oppressive feeling that had just surged like a tide vanished instantly, replaced by his undisguised disappointment.

"I know."

He knew better than anyone that none of these people were her.

She quickly explained, "This concubine has absolutely never discussed Your Majesty in private, much less suspected Your Majesty."

She hesitated.

She had never doubted that aspect; what she was saying was that Jiang Lanye had something wrong with his head!
Jiang Lanye said quietly, "Could it be that I have wronged you?"

Song Yi said, "Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and exceptionally intelligent. It must be that others are slandering me, but Your Majesty will surely be able to distinguish the truth from the falsehood."

Jiang Lanye remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi quietly looked up to observe his expression, and he suddenly asked, "Where are my books?"

She breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed she had successfully flattered him.

But then, something even more troublesome happened!

"Your Majesty, please listen to what I have to say. My saliva has accidentally gotten on the book. Even after it dries, the stain will remain and it will be difficult to restore. However, I have done my best."

Having said that, Eunuch Cao looked at the two books in his hand, his lips twitching, and presented them to the emperor.

Jiang Lanye glanced at it, then immediately collapsed, not intending to take it, his disgust evident.

"Is this my book?"

Song Yi suppressed a laugh, "Your Majesty, I didn't mean it, but this... is indeed Your Majesty's book."

Another long silence followed. Song Yi thought that Jiang Lanye was probably already plotting how to kill her to vent his anger.

Jiang Lanye finally spoke, "You can't possibly have that much saliva?"

Extremely shocked.

For no apparent reason, Eunuch Cao coughed, his face turning red from holding it in.

Song Yi now wanted to smash her head against Jiang Lanye's head and die.

"Your Majesty, I will find a way to compensate you for these two books."

You're an emperor! Why are you arguing over two books like this?

Jiang Lanye asked her, "Can you write?"

"I can write."

It's just that it's written very poorly.

His expression softened, and he said calmly, "Starting tonight, you must come to the Golden Palace every night. You can only go back when you have copied both books."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Yi to speak, he gestured to Eunuch Cao to bring over a stack of papers and said, "Sit down at that table and copy it down. Don't miss a single word."

At least there's a solution now; it's better than losing your life.

Song Yi sat down, and a palace maid ground ink for her.

Song Yi picked out a pen that looked comfortable and tried hard to recall how to hold it.

Three years ago, she already had terrible handwriting. Jiang Lanye insisted on teaching her, and taught her hand-in-hand for many days, but she didn't improve at all.

Either the characters are illegible, appearing as a dark, indistinct ball from a distance, or they are written exceptionally large, making it recognizable as characters, but only a few words can be written on a single sheet of paper.

She awkwardly picked up her pen and dipped it in ink.

Then, she realized something.

Consort Yun doesn't know how to write with such a pen, and her writing is incredibly ugly. She doesn't know how to use it either, and her writing is also incredibly ugly. Now that she's putting pen to paper, wouldn't she be exposing herself?
If she had written better three years ago, it would be easy for her to deliberately write worse now!

But it's not easy to deliberately write something that looks good!
Song Yi remained frozen in place for a long time. Jiang Lanye slowly walked over, stood beside her, and said coldly, "Write."

Her hand trembled slightly, and a drop of ink fell directly onto the clean white paper.

The ink spread rapidly, rendering the paper unusable.

Jiang Lanye said, "Change it to another one."

Changing it a hundred more times won't help.

Song Yi wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Your Majesty, actually I was lying to you just now. I was a palace maid and I can't write at all."

Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous: "Oh? So, you're guilty of deceiving the emperor."

Song Yi quickly changed her tune: "Actually, no. My calligraphy is not worthy of being presented in a refined setting, and I am afraid it would offend Your Majesty's eyes."

Jiang Lanye chuckled ambiguously, then suddenly recalled someone's handwriting and said, "Very well, I'd like to see what kind of handwriting could offend my eyes."

There's no way to avoid it now.

Song Yi trembled as he put down his pen, and then wrote the first character with utmost care, stroke by stroke.

Sure enough, it can be described as "a lump of black balls".

Upon seeing the familiar words, Jiang Lanye suddenly fell silent, his suspicious gaze once again falling on Song Yi.

Actually, if it weren't for the scars on her face and the strange voice, the person in front of her would look remarkably like her in every way—from her eyebrows and eyes to her figure and temperament.

But she was far too timid and submissive, indeed like someone who came from a palace maid background.

"His Majesty."

Just as Song Yi was about to speak, Jiang Lanye suddenly touched her ear, and then her veil quickly slipped off.

(End of this chapter)