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

Chapter 14 Consort Zhuang—Unlike Anyone
Song Yi was somewhat embarrassed and said dryly, "Your Majesty, please retire for the night."

Jiang Lanye looked at her without saying a word.

If he really didn't have a nightmare tonight, then it must be Song Yi's fault.

Only when Song Yi was by his side could he be free from nightmares.

But why? She was just a lowly palace maid in the laundry department, and they had only known each other for a short time. How could such a strange thing happen?

"His Majesty?"

Song Yi called out to him in confusion.

Jiang Lanye said softly, "It's nothing, go to sleep."

When Song Yi closed her eyes, she was saddened to find that she had gotten used to sleeping in this cramped space, and this time they had even laid out a thick mattress for her, and the pillow and quilt smelled nice. She was surprisingly content.

Habit is a terrible thing.

Song Yi slept very well. When she woke up again, she found Jiang Lanye, the imperial physician, and Eunuch Cao staring at her, looking at her hazy and messy sleeping face.

Song Yi jolted awake, all sleepiness gone.

As she sat up, the blanket slipped down to her waist.

It was springtime, and the sun was warm. She was wearing a light pink undergarment made of smooth material. She had a slender frame, and the collar of her undergarment was slightly disheveled, revealing a glimpse of her fair and delicate collarbone.

Her neck was long and slender, and her black hair fell casually over her chest. Jiang Lanye glanced at her, then suddenly looked away and said in a deep voice, "Get up first."

The imperial physician had long ago consciously turned his back on the past.

Song Yi straightened her clothes and subconsciously raised her hand to check if the veil was on her face.

Seeing her actions, Jiang Lanye couldn't help but ask, "Are you really that concerned about this veil?"

Song Yi blinked innocently and said slowly, "It's not that His Majesty requires me to wear it all the time. I can't take it off without your permission."

Jiang Lanye's face darkened, and he remained silent.

Seeing that he was angry again, Song Yi sighed helplessly.

It seems like his temper is even worse than it was three years ago; he gets angry at the drop of a hat.

She stood up and asked curiously, "Why did His Majesty summon the imperial physician?"

The imperial physician turned around, gesturing for her to raise her hand, and immediately took her pulse.

His expression was solemn, which made Song Yi inexplicably nervous as well.

“Your Majesty, the concubine’s pulse is strong and her body is healthy and normal. She is not wearing any sachet and there is no special fragrance on her. So Your Majesty can rest assured.”

After hearing this, Jiang Lanye said calmly, "Then why don't I have nightmares when she's around?"

The imperial physician pondered for a moment and said, "The nightmare is His Majesty's heart ailment. There is no cure for heart ailments. If we must give a reason, I suppose the concubine is someone His Majesty cherishes and relies on very much. When the concubine is around, His Majesty feels at ease, and therefore does not recall the things that once troubled you."

After saying this, Song Yi was completely dumbfounded.

He's a miracle doctor.

However, she is not a medicine; whether Jiang Lanye has nightmares or not is not something he can decide for himself.

Jiang Lanye looked at her thoughtfully, his dark eyes unfathomable, as if he had suddenly fallen into some kind of memory.

Consort Yun loved wearing pink dresses. The pink dresses were delicate and charming, with flowing skirts that resembled blooming peach blossoms. The embroidered flowers on them were exquisite and exceptionally soft. When she lifted her skirt and ran into the palace, it was as if petals were falling all around her. The pink of peach blossoms and the green of willows filled the air with the fragrance of flowers.

At that time, Jiang Lanye liked to take naps during the day, and no one dared to go in and wake him up. Only Consort Yun would always hold a bouquet of fresh flowers, occasionally with some tender green willow branches, and with a smile, she would stuff the flowers into his arms.

When Jiang Lanye woke up with a frown, he saw her face with a bright smile and the fragrance of flowers all around him. Then, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

It seems that he started having nightmares every night after Consort Yun disappeared.

She's stopped having nightmares now, perhaps because the person in front of her looks so much like her. Jiang Lanye's melancholy was so obvious that Song Yi kept glancing at him.

After a long pause, Jiang Lanye said in a deep voice, "I understand. You may go back."

The imperial physician left immediately.

Song Yi felt a little embarrassed. She tidied her slightly messy hair and was about to say that she wanted to go back when Jiang Lanye suddenly said:

“From now on, you will sleep here. You can go back during the day, but you must come back after dark.”

Song Yi's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but raise her voice.

"it's here?"

Jiang Lanye glanced at her. "What? You don't want to?"

She smiled obsequiously and said, "It is my honor to share the bed with Your Majesty, but this place is really too cramped. Does this mean I will have to sleep here from now on?"

Jiang Lanye said calmly, "You don't need to worry about that. Just come tonight."

Song Yi: "."

She didn't really want to come!
She should have stayed away from Jiang Lanye, after all, her true identity was Consort Yun.

She held her breath and gritted her teeth, saying, "Yes, Your Highness, I obey."

Jiang Lanye was finally satisfied and prepared to go to the morning court.

Song Yi intended to return directly to the palace, but shortly after leaving the Golden Palace, he was suddenly stopped by a palace maid.

Song Yi didn't recognize many people in the palace, and he was already exhausted from constantly being on guard against Jiang Lanye.

The palace maid, who was close to Consort Zhuang, said with a smile, "Lady Song, my lady invites you to Weiyang Palace for tea."

There were two concubines in the harem, and the position of empress was vacant, so Song Yi did not need to pay his respects.

As for the two concubines, they probably looked down on her when they first learned that she was a palace maid, and treated her as if she didn't exist.

But now, for several days in a row, she has stayed overnight in the Golden Palace, making it difficult for her to go unnoticed.

Song Yi smiled and said, "Since Consort Zhuang has invited me, I will certainly go."

She took Xichun to Weiyang Palace.

The Weiyang Palace was spacious, with its doors wide open. Consort Zhuang, dressed in an indigo blue dress, was leisurely reclining on a couch, while two palace maids knelt beside her, carefully massaging her legs.

Song Yi couldn't help but take a second look, thinking to herself that when she was a concubine, she didn't seem to be so carefree. She was busy all day trying to win over the tyrant and never experienced the benefits of being a concubine.

"This humble concubine greets Your Highness Consort Zhuang."

Consort Zhuang's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she glanced at her and asked leisurely, "Why are you wearing a veil?"

Song Yi raised her head, about to answer, but froze the moment she saw her face.

Because it was obvious that the Consort Zhuang in front of her was nothing like herself; her voice was different, and she was different in every way.

This is perhaps the only one of its kind in the entire harem.

Sure enough, Jiang Lanye couldn't possibly remember her forever; there would always be new women in his life.

Concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, Song Yi explained, "I have a scar on my face, and I was afraid of alarming Your Majesty, so I wear a veil every day."

"I see."

Consort Zhuang murmured to herself.

Since there's a scar on my face, there's nothing to fear.

(End of this chapter)