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

Chapter 107 Jiang Lanye, who was angry, was easily dragged away by her.
"Really? Then would you like me to tell you some details? For example, when we lie on the same bed at night, Your Majesty has to tie my hands together with a rope to prevent me from escaping."

Zuo Sheng's expression changed drastically.

"And another thing, this time when we came out, His Majesty actually brought the rope that's been binding me with it. You didn't know that, did you? You always feel like I'm clinging to His Majesty. Is there any possibility that..."

She paused, then said quietly, "It's because His Majesty simply can't live without me."

Silence, deathly silence.

Everyone around fell silent; my ears were instantly filled with peace and quiet.

"you you."

Zuo Sheng pointed at Song Yi, too angry to speak.

He hadn't expected Song Yi to reveal such a thing. His face, which was tanned dark by the sun, now showed a hint of red.

He stammered for a while, and Song Yi looked at him impatiently and said, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Zuo Sheng immediately replied, "Yes! We are not here for leisure. His Majesty has more important matters to attend to. How can we accompany you on a leisurely stroll?"

Song Yi stood up, walked up to him, and her imposing manner remained undiminished.

"Strolling around? Who told you that I was strolling around?"

What else can a woman do when she goes out besides strolling around the streets?
Of course, this was just what he was thinking, and he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"What is Your Highness doing?"

Song Yi glanced at him lightly, "Why should I tell you? What His Majesty and I do is none of your business."

"Furthermore, what you consider to be good to His Majesty is to concern yourself with everything, regardless of its importance or significance, even if he is tired from his journey or wants to rest."

Song Yi had kept these words to herself for a long time.

“When His Majesty wasn’t here in person, you all used your brains. Now that His Majesty is here, you’ve all turned into three-year-old children and are unwilling to think.”

After saying that, she murmured, "I really don't know if you care about Jiang Lanye or the Emperor."

Song Yi often felt that the people around Jiang Lanye always had a lot of contradictions in their dealings with others.

For example, when he was injured, those ministers acted like ants on a hot pan, worrying about Jiang Lanye more than anyone else, but their actions showed no concern whatsoever.

As the memorials were presented one after another, Song Yi already understood.

Their sympathy for the emperor stemmed from their duties and status.

The reason she felt sorry for Jiang Lanye was simply because he was Jiang Lanye.

A short while later, a noise came from the room behind them, and Jiang Lanye slowly opened the door.

He took a quick bath, changed into a clean robe, and came out.

Seeing Song Yi standing opposite the group, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?"

Song Yi happily jogged over, took Jiang Lanye's hand, and then stood on tiptoe to check the temperature of his forehead.

"It's good that it's not too hot. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you cold all over?"

Jiang Lanye just looked at her calmly, then suddenly reached out and touched her neck.

This was a very possessive posture. Song Yi's neck itched from being touched, so she obediently did not struggle.

Jiang Lanye coldly looked at everyone, his eyes sharp, and everyone immediately dared not speak, all lowering their heads and staring straight at the ground.

Jiang Lanye looked at them, but asked Song Yi, "Why aren't you taking a bath yet? You're all wet."

Song Yi also noticed that Jiang Lanye's mood was off, and Zuo Sheng didn't dare to speak either. She quickly shook Jiang Lanye's sleeve and said, "I just wanted to wait for you to finish washing, and then you could help me wash, okay?"

His gaze was like solid ice in the dead of winter, piercing into others and making them unable to breathe.

Song Yi walked up to him again, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore. Everyone has had a tough journey. Let's be understanding of each other. Let's go."

Feeling the warmth, Jiang Lanye's gaze slowly shifted and landed on Song Yi. Clearly, he believed Song Yi had been wronged, undoubtedly subjected to a barrage of criticism from these people.

Song Yi forcibly dragged him back to the room they had just been in.

Jiang Lanye, who was angry, was easily dragged away by Song Yi.

Zuo Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief, while the soldiers behind him looked at each other in bewilderment.

"General, will the Imperial Concubine be alright?"

Zuo Sheng's face was grim.

What could happen?

He never imagined that His Majesty would dote on this woman so much.

Song Yi closed the door tightly again. The water in the bathtub hadn't been changed yet, so she couldn't take a bath and could only stare at Jiang Lanye helplessly.

Jiang Lanye reached out and gently kneaded her fair earlobe, his tone somewhat nonchalant.

"What did you just say?"

Jiang Lanye was somewhat persistent.

Song Yi was both amused and exasperated, and could only say, "They just think that I insisted on dragging you out, which caused you to get caught in the rain, and everyone is worried about your health."

"Then what did you say?"

Song Yi coughed twice and said awkwardly, "I was just saying that you were the one who clung to me and went out, not that I insisted on dragging you out, wasn't that right?"

"Yes."

Seeing that Song Yi was still smiling and talking, seemingly unaffected, his expression softened slightly.

Just as Jiang Lanye was about to say something more, he saw Song Yi suddenly raise his hand, his brows furrowed tightly.

"what happened?"

"Ah!"

She turned around, sneezed, rubbed her reddened nose, and when she spoke again, her voice was clearly nasal.

Jiang Lanye's expression immediately turned ugly again.

"Song Yi, go take a bath quickly."

Fortunately, there was enough hot water.

She took off her clothes and sank into the water, muttering to herself:
"That's strange, I didn't get as wet as you, so why do I feel so cold all over?"

It's not surprising at all.

Song Yi was already weak, and after being caught in the rain and wind, she urged Jiang Lanye to take a bath first, while she herself, still in her damp clothes, dragged a stool over and argued with them for a long time.

It was windy all the time, especially since they were in the corridors and the wind was blowing in.

Everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and no one felt cold.

Song Yi didn't dare to soak for too long, fearing that she would get sick again if the water cooled down. She quickly stood up and changed into a thicker dress.

The collar was trimmed with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur.

Song Yi felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Jiang Lanye, you don't need to wear such thick clothes."

Jiang Lanye's face was very sour.

Song Yi wisely kept quiet and followed him out into the hall.

Several palace servants had just finished brewing ginger soup when Zuo Sheng immediately brought it over and handed it to Jiang Lanye, saying with concern, "Your Majesty, please drink this ginger soup quickly."

Jiang Lanye took it, looked at Song Yi who was still rubbing her nose, and ordered, "Drink it."

(End of this chapter)