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

Chapter 117 "It Hurts So Much"

She felt like she was about to faint, and even wanted to cry several times, but when she thought that Jiang Lanye might be looking for her at this moment, she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Song Yi reached out and pinched the skin on the back of her hand, forcing herself to wake up.

The surroundings remained deathly silent, with only the occasional whistling of the wind.

She clutched the hairpin Jiang Lanye had given her tightly.

At this moment, this small and delicate hairpin became her greatest source of emotional support.

Suddenly, the rustling sound that terrified her rang out again.

The footsteps were very light; it was the wolf.

Sure enough, it followed the scent of blood on Song Yi and came looking for him, but it couldn't find Song Yi's hiding place for a while and was circling around the cave.

Hearing the rustling sound of wolves stepping on leaves, Song Yi's eyes were filled with terror, and she pointed the tip of her hairpin outwards.

Don't come in! Please don't come in!
She missed Jiang Lanye so much.

Song Yi suddenly recalled all the details of her time with Jiang Lanye.

Held in his arms, feeling the warmth of his chest, listening to his heartbeat, I didn't have to worry about anything.

Jiang Lanye would wash and comb her hair, dress her in beautiful dresses, and carefully select the beaded flowers she liked.

She wouldn't get hurt if she was by Jiang Lanye's side.

He could build a sturdy palace for Song Yi to protect her.

Just as I was thinking this to myself, the wolf's eyes suddenly pierced through the ivy and came in.

It was staring straight at Song Yi.

My rationality crumbled instantly.

"Jiang Lanye——!"

Her voice pierced the air, startling a flock of birds into flight. Amidst the swaying treetops, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard, followed immediately—

"Pfft!"

The wolf was instantly pierced through the body by a sharp sword, letting out a miserable howl as blood gushed out. It convulsed twice before collapsing to the ground, completely lifeless.

Jiang Lanye pierced the wolf with a single sword stroke, then casually tossed the sword to the ground before brushing aside the ivy in front of him.

He stood tall and straight, completely dispelling the darkness, and appeared at the cave entrance.

Suddenly, Song Yi regained her strength, quickly stood up, and threw herself into Jiang Lanye's arms.

"Jiang Lan Ye Jiang Lan Ye."

She called out Jiang Lanye's name again and again, her voice hoarse, tears streaming down her face, instantly soaking the fabric of his chest.

Jiang Lanye, overjoyed to have her back, hugged Song Yi tightly, wishing he could meld her into his body, feeling her trembling all over. He closed his eyes, and a crystal tear slowly slid down his cheek.

Those behind them, seeing this scene, were almost moved to tears of joy.

That's wonderful! Consort Yun is not dead.

Song Yi had never relied on him so much before, calling his name again and again, as if to confirm his presence.

Jiang Lanye looked down at her and found that she was covered in dirt, her face was covered in dust, like a kitten that had been wandering outside for a long time and had finally found a home.

Song Yi sobbed, tears soaking her eyelashes and blurring her vision.

She couldn't see Jiang Lanye's expression because she was terrified. She kept clutching Jiang Lanye's robe at his chest, as if she was afraid that everything in front of her was just a dream.

Jiang Lanye cupped her face in his hands, his lips trembling slightly, and gently kissed away the bitter tears welling up in her eyes.

You're going to scare me to death!

His voice was also unusually hoarse.

Song Yi cried so hard she could barely breathe.

She had never considered herself a crybaby before. Just now, in the cave, when she was filled with despair, she had held back her tears. But now that Jiang Lanye was here, she collapsed into his arms, and endless grievances surged forth like a tidal wave. The tears just wouldn't stop.

She gasped for breath, sobbing, "Jiang Lanye, it hurts, it hurts so much."

Jiang Lanye quickly examined her body and asked in a low voice, "Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

After she finished murmuring those words, her eyes slowly closed, and she suddenly fainted in Jiang Lanye's arms.

Jiang Lanye's expression went completely blank for a moment.

"Song Yi?"

Seeing that something was wrong, the person behind him quickly said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine has no obvious wounds. She must have fainted temporarily."

Zuo Sheng looked at the wolf lying on the ground, with a pool of blood beneath it, and felt a chill run down his spine.

How could he have been so foolish?
Jiang Lanye carefully picked up Song Yi and saw that she was still tightly clutching the hairpin in her hand. His heart ached, and he quickly walked back.

The group returned to the waterfall. Xi Chun glanced at Song Yi's current state, then covered her mouth and walked aside to cry silently.

Her skirt was tattered, her palms were bleeding, her ankles were frighteningly swollen, and her calves were also bleeding.

Not only that, Song Yi's whole body was burning hot.

The two accompanying military doctors took Song Yi's pulse to ensure that her life was not in immediate danger, and fed her the pills that had been prepared in advance.

The wounds could only be treated with basic care; there were no facilities available, so the group had to leave as quickly as possible.

Song Yi was carried up by Jiang Lanye the whole way.

Song Yi had many dreams, past and present, intertwined, sometimes sweet, sometimes terrifying.

In her dazed state, she felt as if she had boarded a small boat, and the journey was exceptionally bumpy.

It seemed like she was fed again and given water.
Song Yi struggled for a long time, and every time she felt she was about to wake up, she would be completely exhausted and her eyelids would close heavily again.

I do not know how long it has been.

Song Yi struggled to wake up. Before her was not a mountain, nor the wild grass and trees, but a clean and tidy curtain.

She appears to be lying on the bed.

"My lady, you're awake!"

Xichun's joyful voice came through.

Song Yi felt a splitting headache, and even turning her head slightly was difficult. Her voice was extremely hoarse, as if she had a mouthful of sand in it.

"Xichun, where are we?"

Xichun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, we have crossed that mountain. Not long after we came down the mountain, you took a carriage and came all the way to Guanzhong. The officials here have also prepared accommodations in advance. You have been sleeping here for two days."

Song Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly; she hadn't realized she'd slept for so long.

Where is Jiang Lanye?

Xi Chun's expression became slightly unnatural for a moment.

"His Majesty is currently busy discussing military matters with those generals."

"Your Majesty, you have just woken up and are still very weak. Please sleep a little longer. This servant will go and tell His Majesty that you have woken up."

Song Yi responded slowly.

Seeing that she had closed her eyes again, Xichun quickly left the room and went to the next room.

She cautiously pushed open the door. Eunuch Cao was guarding Jiang Lanye. Seeing her come in, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Xi Chun looked at Jiang Lanye, who was also lying on the bed, and said with mixed feelings:

"Your Majesty has woken up, but His Majesty is too tired right now. Let's tell him after he wakes up."

(End of this chapter)