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

Chapter 127 The Anniversary of the Empress's Death
The two most important people in Jiang Lanye's life died one after another. He didn't know how he got through that time, and he was in a daze every day.

Later, after the wound had barely scabbed over, he ascended the dragon throne.

But those heart-wrenching questions always surfaced in his mind during his nightmares, tormenting him day after day.

Jiang Lanye was trembling again. Song Yi sat up, reached out and touched his face, and found that his eyelids were still closed. She quickly lowered her head and kissed him, whispering, "Jiang Lanye, open your eyes, please open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

"Song Yi."

He called out.

Song Yi quickly said, "Song Yi is right beside you. You can see her as soon as you open your eyes, Jiang Lanye. Don't you want to see Song Yi?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lanye slowly opened his eyes and blinked back the moisture in his eyes.

Song Yi lay on top of him, her eyes shining brightly in the darkness, like two stars falling from the sky and landing right in front of Jiang Lanye.

"On the anniversary of the late Empress's death (Chapter 127), I will accompany you to pay our respects. Even though we are not in the palace now, the late Empress will surely be able to hear your voice. Will you take me to see her then?"

She choked up for a moment when she said the last sentence.

"You took me to see her, haven't you told your mother yet that you've already fallen for me?"

Jiang Lanye stared into her bright eyes and said in a low voice, "I told you a long time ago, three years ago."

Song Yi froze.

Three years ago, he had already fallen in love with her, but she was only playing along with him.

One person is sincere, the other is insincere.

Three years later, Song Yi suddenly felt sorry for Jiang Lanye from three years ago.

She lowered her head and kissed Jiang Lanye's eyebrows and eyes again, saying, "Don't be sad. Actually, after people die, they enter another world. They live well in that place and come back to visit you from time to time. It's just that you never know it."

Song Yi was actually not very good at comforting others. The topic of life and death was too heavy for her, and she didn't know what would happen to people after they died.

But at least for now, she wanted to use her own words to comfort Jiang Lanye.

Even if it's a bit clumsy.

Jiang Lanye responded softly, and after a while, he suddenly smiled.

"These are just words to coax children."

Song Yi immediately said, "If you cry, you'll become like a child."

Jiang Lanye held her and whispered, "I'm alright now, go to sleep."

Seeing that he had truly calmed down, Song Yi finally lay down with peace of mind. She then ordered Jiang Lanye to stretch out his arm, and with her head on Jiang Lanye's arm and her hand still clutching the front of his shirt, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

When Song Yi woke up, it was already daylight outside.

Jiang Lanye had already finished washing up and dressed. Hearing Song Yi turn over, he went over.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Song Yi stretched in bed, raised her arm and said in a drawn-out voice, "I'm not sleeping anymore, drag me out of bed."

Jiang Lanye took her hand and lifted her up.

Song Yi sat there blankly, her hair all messy, staring at the blanket in a daze.

Jiang Lanye was about to speak when she lay back down.

Jiang Lanye: "."

"Are you going to get up or not?"

Song Yi mumbled, "Get up, pull me again."

Jiang Lanye pulled her up again.

This time, just as Song Yi was about to collapse, Jiang Lanye caught her with lightning speed.

Seeing that she was having great difficulty getting up, he simply picked her up and said, "I'll comb your hair."

Song Yi brought only a few pearl hairpins, and they were all the same few styles. He picked up a comb and said, "I have already sent someone to buy you some steamed buns. Go wash up first."

Song Yi responded lazily.

The palace servant was quick on her feet and called out from outside the door.

Jiang Lanye walked out, taking the steamed bun in one hand and the beaded flower in the other.

Song Yi smelled the fragrance and, before she had even dried the water droplets on her face, wandered up behind Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye glanced at her and suddenly said, "Don't move yet."

"what happened?"

Jiang Lanye presented all the beaded flowers to Song Yi and asked, "Do you like them?"

Song Yi's eyes lit up.

She has a particular fondness for pink, including light pink, pale pink, lotus root pink, and more, and she especially loves peach blossom petals in spring.

These beaded flowers were clearly ordered by Jiang Lanye. The palace maids went around and bought all the pretty pink beaded flowers they could see on the street, and carefully wrapped them in handkerchiefs.

"I like it, I like it very much."

She picked out two, then, forgetting all about eating the buns, sat down in front of the bronze mirror and carefully put on the beaded flowers.

Jiang Lanye simply took the steamed buns and placed them beside her, saying:
"Tomorrow is the start of winter, it might be a bit cold, so dress warmly when we set off tomorrow, because we'll be crossing the river soon."

Song Yi was surprised, "Crossing the river? Wouldn't that mean everyone would have to take a boat? With so many people, how is that possible?"

Half of the people took a detour and left first, while the other half took a boat.

Song Yi understood and then asked, "Approximately how long will it take?"

The river was exceptionally wide; if the small boat moved slowly, it would probably take most of the day to get there.

"The river is damp and cold, especially in the early morning, so you must dress warmly tomorrow."

Song Yi stood up, looked at her dress, and said, "I think this one is already quite thick."

Without a word, Jiang Lanye pulled her in front of him. Ignoring her protests, his hand deftly and quickly slipped under her clothes, touching her lower abdomen, and said:

“Your lower abdomen is prone to feeling cold, and it’s already like this even while you’re sitting indoors. You’re not allowed to wear this tomorrow.”

Song Yi quickly grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away.

"Okay, okay, stop touching me like that."

Seeing her strong resistance, Jiang Lanye narrowed his eyes, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and then moved his hand, which was already inside her clothes, upwards without hesitation.

Song Yi was stunned by his sudden action.

She dared not resist for a moment, afraid that she might do something that would provoke him.

Jiang Lanye paused when his fingertips just touched her sensitive spot, and saw Song Yi shrinking her head like a quail, chuckling softly:
"So good."

Then the burning fingertip slowly withdrew.

Song Yi let out a breath and quickly stuffed a small steamed bun into Jiang Lanye's mouth.

Jiang Lanye immediately frowned.

Song Yi immediately said, "You should eat some. This minced meat isn't too greasy. You won't think it's good if you don't try it."

Hearing her words, Jiang Lanye reluctantly ate it.

Just then, Zuo Sheng's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, I have something I wish to discuss with you."

Song Yi pursed her lips and immediately said, "Go and take a look."

Jiang Lanye strode over, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Zuo Sheng looking extremely disheveled and panting heavily, saying:
“This humble subject got up early this morning and went to the nearby mountain to hunt a young deer. It would be best to nourish the Imperial Concubine’s body, so I specially presented it to Your Highness.”

(End of this chapter)