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

Chapter 11 Slapping and Kneeling

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

Song Yi immediately knelt on the ground, bowing her head in fear, and said, "Your Majesty, didn't you forbid me from removing my veil? My face is too ashamed to be seen by Your Majesty."

Fortunately, she persisted in drawing the scars on her face every day, and her skills improved day by day, becoming more and more realistic.

Jiang Lanye hadn't expected that he would suddenly tear off her veil.

If you think about it carefully, anyone who can't write is likely to end up with this ugly handwriting.

He pursed his lips, his expression displeased: "Put it on."

Song Yi quickly put it back on, inwardly complaining.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and said mercilessly, "It certainly is an insult to my eyes."

Song Yi:
"Stop copying for now; I can't understand these characters either."

"That"

“From tonight onwards, you shall come to the Golden Palace every day to practice calligraphy.”

Song Yi paused, suddenly understanding Jiang Lanye's meaning.

Because she resembled Consort Yun, Jiang Lanye also made her practice calligraphy, something Consort Yun had done three years ago. Indeed, a substitute can never simply replace a face.

"Concubine obeys the decree."

"Does Your Majesty have any calligraphy that you have written so that I may admire it properly?"

She's becoming increasingly adept at saying these kinds of things now.

Jiang Lanye casually tossed a piece of paper over: "Read it yourself."

Song Yi accepted the gift with both hands in a very obsequious manner, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

That night, the candles in the Golden Palace stayed lit until the early hours of the morning.

The two people faced each other and shared the same table without disturbing each other.

Song Yi liked to bite the pen, but since she wore a veil, she couldn't do that, so she could only write one black ball after another on the paper in the same way.

When Jiang Lanye looked up, he could see her delicate, thick eyelashes trembling like palm-leaf fans. Under the candlelight, the shadows of her eyelashes fell on her face, like butterflies fluttering their wings, making her exceptionally alluring.

His Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, then he suddenly said, "Bring it here for me to see."

Song Yi confidently handed it over.

Jiang Lanye's face darkened instantly. Without any mercy, he crumpled the paper into a ball and said, "Rewrite it."

Song Yi sighed silently.

Did she owe this tyrant something in her past life that she's so entangled with him in this one?

When Jiang Lanye put down his pen, Song Yi immediately straightened his back.

Finally, I can rest.

Jiang Lanye walked to the dragon bed, intending to let her sleep on the table again, but then he thought of his two books, choked up, and said, "Tonight I will allow you to sleep on the low couch."

Song Yi's eyes lit up.

She can finally lie down and sleep.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Yi went to wash up first.

Jiang Lanye suddenly took out the crumpled paper from earlier, unfolded it, and looked at the wrinkled paper and the familiar handwriting on it.

"Song Yi, you'd better not get caught by me."

After Song Yi finished washing up, she noticed that Jiang Lanye's brows and eyes inexplicably held a hint of melancholy, so she immediately made herself less noticeable.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Lanye finally made a move, and Song Yi then dared to speak:
"Your Majesty, may I have a quilt and a pillow?"

Eunuch Cao had long wanted to give Song Yi to him because he felt sorry for her. Now that Jiang Lanye had agreed, he quickly took her in his arms and whispered, "Cai Nu, you've worked so hard." For so long, only during the few days that Song Cai Nu stayed by Jiang Lanye's side could Jiang Lanye barely calm down.

With tears in her eyes, Song Yi said, "Eunuch Cao has also worked hard."

Before the two could even sympathize with each other, the tyrant spoke up: "Extinguish the candles."

Once again, unexpectedly, Jiang Lanye slept soundly until the next morning, unaffected by nightmares.

This time, Jiang Lanye and Eunuch Cao finally realized that something was amiss.

Song Yi was still not awakened. She was petite, and although the low couch by the window was not big, it was enough for her to sleep. At this moment, she curled up like a hamster, buried her face in the pillow, and only her hair was exposed.

The two men stood in front of Song Yi, staring intently at her.

Jiang Lanye said calmly, "Could it be because of her?"

Eunuch Cao was utterly perplexed: "But how can a person be more effective than sleeping incense? A person is just a person."

Jiang Lanye lowered his eyes, clearly also unable to understand.

After a moment's hesitation, Eunuch Cao finally spoke up: "Last night, I saw the lady's profile, and she looked exactly like Consort Yun."

Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "I know, but no one is her."

The two went outside, and Song Yi opened her eyes.

I should have drawn a scar on each cheek from the beginning.

Besides, what does Jiang Lanye's lack of nightmares have to do with her?

Song Yi returned to Xianyue Pavilion to wash and dress. After washing her face, she knew that she would not see Jiang Lanye again during the day, so she simply stopped painting.

Having makeup on your face all the time can become uncomfortable over time.

She put on her veil and immediately spotted the cicadas hiding behind a tree, taking a nap in the cool shade.

She said that, on the surface, only Xichun knew that Jiang Lanye had mental problems.

Xichun would never be that stupid. If she told everyone about it, it would be the same as admitting that she was the one who betrayed them.

Moreover, Song Yi was always very good at judging people; he could tell who was sincere and who was fake.

So she walked directly up to Qiu Chan and said in a deep voice, "Kneel down."

Qiu Chan was suddenly awakened. Seeing Song Yi's angry eyes, she felt guilty and obediently knelt down.

However, she still refused to admit it: "Lady, what did I do wrong?"

Song Yi scoffed, "You know best what you've done. I despise people who betray their masters for personal gain. Do you really think I can't guess it was you?"

Qiu Chan was shocked and loudly protested, "What are you saying, Lady Cai? I really don't understand! If you think I've done something wrong, then show me the evidence!"

Song Yi said directly, "I am the master and you are the servant. I can punish you without any evidence."

After saying that, she said coldly, "You will kneel here today and receive thirty slaps on the wrist. You will kneel for the whole day. After that, you will never be allowed to enter my room again without my permission."

Qiu Chan bit her lip tightly, clearly unwilling to accept it.

Seeing that she didn't move, Song Yi immediately rolled up her sleeves.

"If you don't take action, I can help you."

There's a difference between being hit by someone else and hitting yourself, so Qiu Chan had no choice but to give in and say, "This servant will do it myself."

Song Yi looked at her and said leisurely, "Hit harder. If you don't do it right once, hit you more."

With tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes, Qiu Chan could only slap her own face hard.

Song Yi silently finished counting, looked at her swollen face, and smiled: "Today you will kneel here and reflect on your mistakes. Think about it carefully. Now that you are a servant, you should act like one."

She was once the Consort Yun, and she had seen many opportunists. She never showed mercy to her servants.

(End of this chapter)