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

Chapter 131 Throwing yourself into my arms
Seeing Song Yi's stuttering, Jiang Lanye couldn't help but chuckle.

Looking back three years ago, she was incredibly bold and could do all sorts of seductive things.

She would stop at nothing to make herself fall in love with him.

Now that he had indeed fallen in love, Jiang Lanye watched helplessly as she retreated into her shell like a turtle.

"I won't fight you for it, eat it."

That night, Song Yi ate two skewers of candied hawthorn by herself. Perhaps it was too sweet, because she, who never dreams, had two sweet dreams in a row.

The next morning, before dawn.

Song Yi sat up with drowsy eyes, and dressed herself by feeling around with her hands. After she had haphazardly put on her clothes, Jiang Lanye reached out and carefully straightened her disheveled skirt.

"Jiang Lanye, what time is it now?"

Jiang Lanye glanced at the sky outside and said, "It's still early. We'll set off in half an hour."

Song Yi responded and wanted to lie down and doze off for a little while longer, but Jiang Lanye stopped her again.

"I'm braiding your hair, where's the hair tie from yesterday?"

"It's on the table."

His voice was hoarse, filled with endless weariness.

Jiang Lanye picked her up and placed her in front of the bronze mirror, preparing to braid her hair.

His movements were exceptionally gentle, taking care not to pull her scalp with his hair. Because it was so gentle, Song Yi's eyelids trembled and fell again. She nodded her head suddenly. Jiang Lanye did not expect her to do this. Then, she cried out in pain and raised her hand to touch her head.

Jiang Lanye sighed and asked, "Will I wake up like this?"

"Indeed, he's awake."

She watched as Jiang Lanye took out the pale yellow hair tie, wrapped it around her hair, and finally tied a knot at the end.

Song Yi looked down at it, then reached out and untied it, carefully tying a small bow. Then, looking at Jiang Lanye triumphantly through the bronze mirror.

Jiang Lan laughed at night.

After the two washed up, Jiang Lanye, ignoring Song Yi's verbal protests, draped a thick cloak over her shoulders and said:
"Let's go."

Just as Song Yi got into the carriage, he suddenly faintly heard Miss Meng's voice.

She walked over hurriedly, holding a black cloak in her hand. She looked up at Jiang Lanye and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "The journey ahead is arduous, and the river is bitterly cold. If Your Majesty doesn't mind, please take this cloak with you."

Jiang Lanye glanced at it casually and said, "I have a cloak."

Having said that, he didn't look at her disappointed expression any longer and simply got into the carriage.

"Walk."

Zuo Sheng's injuries hadn't fully healed, so he rode a little slower while seated on horseback.

The carriage stopped not far from the river.

As soon as Song Yi got off the carriage, he couldn't help but wrap his robe tighter around himself.

It's really cold, and the wind is strong.

Only now did she truly feel that winter had arrived.

The river was wide, its surface ruffled by the howling wind, stretching as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the sun had just peeked out, and white, chilly vapors could be faintly seen floating on the river.

Countless small boats are quietly moored on the shore.

Song Yi glanced at it and said, "Let's go to the smallest one."

Jiang Lanye took her hand and stepped onto the boat first, then reached out to help Song Yi up.

Once everyone was on the boat, Song Yi glanced at the two horses pulling the carriage and quietly waved.

Hopefully, they will all return safely from this trip.

The cabin was small, just big enough for Song Yi and Jiang Lanye to sit in. The sound of the wooden oars paddling the water was very clear and kept splashing.

She had never seen such a wide expanse of river before, and she could understand why Jiang Lanye said it would take most of the day to travel on the river.

Jiang Lanye was also wearing a cloak, and Song Yi couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, saying:
“Your cloak looks just like the one Miss Meng was going to give you.” Song Yi was sitting in the carriage at the time, and she lifted the curtain to take a look.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lanye said calmly, "I didn't notice."

Song Yi said, "I didn't expect her to be so persistent. Even though you clearly rejected her, she still came to deliver the cloak to you."

However, Song Yi had already taken Jiang Lanye's cloak with her before getting into the carriage.

Jiang Lanye reached out and touched her hand, asking, "Are you cold?"

It was very cold, and the river was especially damp and chilly. The small boat was drafty, and as soon as she sat down, the cold air seeped in through the gaps. She couldn't help but tuck her hands into her sleeves.

Song Yi shook her head and said, "I'm not cold."

Jiang Lanye could tell at a glance that she was lying. He took her hand and indeed felt something icy cold.

After taking her hand, he didn't intend to let go. He held Song Yi's hand in his own to warm it.

She was cold and sleepy, and yawned in front of Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye immediately said, "Don't sleep here, you'll easily catch a cold."

"I know."

The small boat rocked so much that she almost felt dizzy. She refused to sit opposite Jiang Lanye and instead sat next to him, tilting her head to lean on his shoulder.

Jiang Lanye said in a low voice, "It won't be so cold once the sun rises."

Song Yi responded lazily.

The soldiers were also sitting on the boat. They weren't afraid of the cold; some even lay down outside the cabin, watching the sky gradually turn red.

After an unknown amount of time, the first ray of sunlight finally pierced through the cold air and shone on the river surface.

Song Yi quickly peered over and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

She recalled the poem she had memorized in modern times and whispered, "A setting sun spreads across the water, half the river shimmering green, half red."

"However, it is morning now, so it is quite accurate to describe it that way. The sight of the river surface shimmering with gold is truly magnificent."

Jiang Lanye looked into her bright eyes and only knew that she was mumbling something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

She turned to look at the other small boats and found that everyone had also sat up and were looking at the golden-red sun on the horizon.

"Jiang Lanye, sometimes, even though the journey is arduous, you can still see such beautiful scenery. After all, life is about capturing those few moments."

Jiang Lanye took her hand and pulled her back.

"It's cold outside, don't look anymore."

Song Yi pouted, "It's rare for me to get sentimental, why are you stopping me? Don't you think the scenery in front of us is beautiful?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the small boat suddenly rocked heavily, and she lost her balance and fell into Jiang Lanye's arms.

Jiang Lanye quickly caught her and chuckled softly.

"Indeed, it's very beautiful."

Song Yi: "."

The person paddling outside smiled and apologized.

Song Yi quickly replied, "It's alright, I just lost my balance for a moment."

After saying that, she tried to help Jiang Lanye stand up by the shoulder.

Jiang Lanye tightened his grip on her waist, preventing her from getting up.

"Chapter 131: Once she throws herself into your arms, how can she possibly leave?"

He said it on purpose.

Song Yi said through gritted teeth, "Who threw themselves into my arms in Chapter 131? I almost lost my balance."

(End of this chapter)