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

Chapter 134 Unreserved Confession

The horse started running, and a biting wind rushed towards them. After Song Yi finished speaking, Jiang Lanye behind her remained still, simply gripping the reins and concentrating on riding.

Her body ached from the jolting, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch the horse's smooth, glossy coat, feeling the trembling of its muscles, which made her a little apprehensive.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi felt her face was about to go numb from the wind when Jiang Lanye behind her suddenly spoke.

"your world?"

The voice was cold.

He had heard Song Yi say this more than once.

"Song Yi, tell me, where do you come from?"

His voice was very soft, almost carried away by the wind, but when it reached Song Yi's ears, it was exceptionally clear.

Song Yi couldn't help but raise her hand to wrap her cloak tighter around herself, unsure how to answer him.

Jiang Lanye was flanked by generals on horseback on both sides and in front and behind him, surrounded and protected in the center. Song Yi glanced at the men focused on riding, his voice hoarse:
"I'll answer that question when we get to Qingzhou, okay?"

The people behind him fell silent again.

Song Yi knew that Jiang Lanye was angry, but in the current situation, she didn't know how to explain.

She and Jiang Lanye lived in different eras. How could she possibly explain it to Jiang Lanye so that he would understand?
Even though he was angry, he didn't slow down his horse at all; in fact, he rode faster and faster.

The four young generals standing nearby looked at Jiang Lanye with some surprise, noticing that he was riding his horse with a cold and expressionless face, while the imperial concubine in his arms was also keeping her head down and not saying a word.

Jiang Lanye learned to ride a horse from a young age and is still very skilled. Even though he often reviews memorials in the Golden Palace, he can still ride a horse faster than them when he grips the reins.

The group was somewhat surprised and quickly gave chase.

The wind was so strong that Song Yi could barely open her eyes, and the silence of the person behind her made her feel even more lost.

After a while, she leaned back gently against Jiang Lanye's chest and whispered, "Jiang Lanye, it hurts."

This one sentence suddenly reminded Jiang Lanye of the time after he pierced the wolf with his sword and killed it, when Song Yi threw herself into his arms, crying and saying how much pain she was in.

Jiang Lanye finally slowed down a bit and resumed his normal pace.

Those who had been desperately chasing him breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"Where does it hurt?"

Song Yi was a little embarrassed to say it.

Jiang Lanye frowned. "Your ankle isn't healed yet? I saw you jumped off the small boat earlier. I told you long ago that you should take good care of your injury."

".no."

She was a little distressed and said, "Isn't there anything to put under the horse's back? It feels like my inner thighs are going to get chafed red."

Jiang Lanye paused, unsure of what to say.

He had forgotten about it.

Everyone else was skilled at riding horses and was already used to it, but Song Yi was not. Her skin was delicate, and it was her first time riding a horse, so she was indeed a little uncomfortable. Even with a saddle, it was still a bit hard for her.

Fearing that Jiang Lanye would slow down again because of him, Song Yi quickly said, "Just ride normally, I can tolerate it. Don't let me slow down the process."

Jiang Lanye thought for a moment and said, "I will take off my cloak and let you use it as a cushion."

Feeling the biting cold wind, Song Yi immediately said, "That definitely won't work. What if you catch a cold? Let's use mine instead."

Jiang Lanye said calmly, "I won't catch a cold."

He was riding a horse, and his cloak was being blown about by the cold wind, fluttering wildly behind him and no longer serving to shield him from the cold. So, he reined in his horse, quickly took off his robe, carefully folded it, and gestured for Song Yi to move forward a little.

Song Yi blushed and sat back down, feeling the soft material under her buttocks, which finally made her feel a little better.

By this time, the people behind him had caught up completely. Upon seeing Jiang Lanye, they asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Jiang Lanye said calmly without looking up, "Keep walking."

"Yes."

They continued riding forward, and Jiang Lanye carefully adjusted her cloak to make sure she was comfortable before grabbing the reins and quickly catching up with them.

Even though Jiang Lanye was angry, he would still treat Song Yi well.

Song Yi's hair was blown about wildly, and her hair tie almost came undone.

She reached out and tied it again, looking at the braids that Jiang Lanye had carefully braided. Her feelings were suddenly complicated, and she whispered:
"I'm not telling you now because we're still riding horses, and some things can't be explained in a few words. I'll definitely tell you when we get there and you have time."

Jiang Lanye remained silent for a long time. Just when Song Yi thought he was still angry, he suddenly sighed almost imperceptibly in Song Yi's ear.

“Song Yi, I am willing to show you everything about myself without reservation, but I have found that there are still many things about you that I cannot see through.”

Song Yi responded softly.

“I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but some things are beyond your comprehension, so I don’t know how to bring them up.”

"Then let's not talk about it for now."

Jiang Lanye suddenly said.

Song Yi was somewhat taken aback. Whether it was from the cold wind or from the slight turmoil in her emotions caused by his words, her eyes instantly stung, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to rub them.

"No matter where you came from in the past, at least now you are in my arms, and I am willing to love you without reservation, even if you will not be completely honest with me."

Song Yi: "."

Jiang Lanye squinted at the small hill in front of her and said, "It will be a bit bumpy in a bit, so hold on tight."

Song Yi immediately forgot everything else and looked nervously at the road ahead. She subconsciously leaned tightly against Jiang Lanye's chest, and looked at the arms on either side of her body, feeling relieved.

"Jiang Lanye, are you cold?"

She reached out and touched Jiang Lanye's wrist; it was ice-cold.

She couldn't help but say, "I don't need to wear it anymore, you can put it on."

Jiang Lanye casually replied, "It's just a little cold; I can handle it."

Looking at the sun that had almost completely set on the horizon, and realizing that they still needed to travel all night without stopping, Song Yi sat up a little straighter. Then, fearing that she might be blocking Jiang Lanye's view, she looked back.

Looking at her now, she realized that she could only block Jiang Lanye's chin, and she was immediately annoyed. She turned back and remained sitting upright.

As Jiang Lanye rode his horse, he kept an eye on Song Yi's subtle movements out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled softly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just suddenly realized that if I sit in front of you, I can block some of the wind for you. If I sit up straight, I can block even more."

Jiang Lanye quickly glanced down and asked, "Isn't this tiring?"

Always keep your back straight.

"If you're not tired, then naturally I won't be either."

In fact, the cold wind was blowing from all directions, and Song Yi's slender figure couldn't block it at all.

(End of this chapter)