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

Chapter 161: Throw Him Down
Jiang Lanye lowered his eyelids somewhat dejectedly.

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but say, "The military doctors all said that you are particularly weak these days, especially! You can't overexert yourself. You can look at things, but you don't even have the strength to lift your hand, so don't even think about writing anything down."

Jiang Lanye raised his hand, looking somewhat aggrieved: "Yiyi, I can lift it now."

Song Yi moved her lips and unceremoniously pressed his raised hand back down.

"Is this what you call strength? Jiang Lanye, let me tell you, in your current state, I could take down ten people."

Jiang Lanye couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Previously, Jiang Lanye always liked to rely on his strength and had suppressed Song Yi many times. Once Song Yi fell into his hands, he could not struggle to get out. But now, Song Yi rarely saw Jiang Lanye so weak. He was like a tiger that had suddenly lost its claws and teeth, and there was nothing to fear.

"I cooked noodles today, with some lean meat and just a pinch of salt. Try it."

Jiang Lanye took a bite, tasted it carefully, and said, "It has no flavor."

Song Yi was puzzled. She tasted it herself and said, "It's just right. It must be because you're sick and have lost your sense of taste. You can't put too much salt in it. Just eat it like this."

"I do not want to eat."

Song Yi was taken aback and couldn't help but doubt her own cooking skills.

Is it really that bad?

Jiang Lanye looked at her, and his eyes suddenly lit up for a moment.

"Give me a kiss."

Song Yi: "."

She suddenly felt dumbfounded.

Jiang Lanye is injured and sick, so why has he suddenly become like a child, deliberately throwing a tantrum and refusing to eat if he isn't allowed to be kissed?

Jiang Lanye was a little anxious.

He was indeed too weak to do anything else, otherwise he would have kissed her directly, leaving Song Yi with no way to dodge and no choice but to endure it.

He couldn't help but urge, "Hurry up."

Song Yi leaned down and gave him a perfunctory kiss on the lips, saying, "Okay, eat."

Jiang Lanye took a bite.

When I tried to feed him a second bite, he refused to eat again.

Song Yi glared at him and asked, "Are you going to eat or not?"

Jiang Lanye sighed and said, "Eat."

He'll starve if we don't eat him.

He finished the whole bowl of noodles. Song Yi was a little surprised and asked, "Are you full? I'll cook you another bowl."

Jiang Lanye nodded, "I want to eat more."

Song Yi was somewhat pleased.

It's a wonderful thing to have your appetite back.

Because of the assassination incident, Song Yi now distrusts most people and is extremely wary. Therefore, Jiang Lanye's meals these days must be cooked by Song Yi himself.

She would always be paranoid about whether someone might take the opportunity to poison her if the item had passed through someone else's hands.

She cooked another bowl and brought it in. She noticed that someone had set up a small table on the bed, with memorials on it and writing brushes and ink beside it.

Jiang Lanye was holding a pen, about to write something, when he noticed Song Yi's arrival. He paused, obediently putting the pen down.

Song Yi walked over, placed the noodles on the table, and stared at him without saying a word.

Recalling what the army doctor said that day, Song Yi couldn't help but frown.

She didn't want anything to happen to Jiang Lanye, she didn't want Jiang Lanye to die.
Jiang Lanye looked away and said without hesitation, "It's the small table he brought."

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Song Yi was taken aback. He turned his head and then noticed that there were other people in the tent.

Eunuch Cao huddled in the corner, chuckling awkwardly, "Your Highness, this table was brought here for you, but His Majesty insists on using it."

Song Yi then looked at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye coughed twice, his voice low: "My beloved consort, I feel unwell." "Come closer, I want to lean on you."

Eunuch Cao's eyes widened, and his lips trembled.

How could Your Majesty do this!
Song Yi chuckled and said, "I already said you can read, but you can't write, and you can't overexert yourself. You're only a little better than yesterday. Do you even know what's wrong with your health?"

She almost blurted it out, but in the end she just sat there with a straight face and didn't say anything.

Eunuch Cao stared blankly at Song Yi, offering his hindsight advice.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Now that General Xie has returned, the situation is relatively stable. General Xie is capable of handling many matters. You should focus on recovering your energy before dealing with these memorials."

Jiang Lanye struggled to raise his hand and gently poked her waist.

Song Yi's waist was particularly sensitive, and when he poked her like that, she almost bounced up, and she quickly tensed her body.

"I was wrong."

"I want to eat the noodles you cook."

Seeing that Song Yi did not react, Jiang Lanye gave Eunuch Cao a look, signaling him to get out.

Eunuch Cao quickly left.

"My dear Yi, I was wrong. Please read it to me and write it down for me, okay?"

Song Yi still couldn't stand this form of address and immediately said, "Don't call me that."

Jiang Lanye paused.

"Song Yi, I was wrong."

Helpless, Song Yi turned around and asked, "Are you still hungry?"

She felt that Jiang Lanye had deliberately sent her away.

Jiang Lanye immediately replied, "Hungry."

Song Yi fed him another bowl of noodles, then tidied up the things on the small table and cleared her throat: "I'll read to you, you can just listen."

"it is good."

Her voice was sweet and gentle, and she read at just the right pace, neither too fast nor too slow, thoughtfully giving Jiang Lanye time to think.

When Song Yi saw him frown, she would pause for a moment before continuing to read.

In a daze, the two seemed to return to the time in the Golden Palace, when Jiang Lan sat on the dragon bed in the middle of the night, listening to Song Yi read to him. After reading, he would ask how to reply, and Song Yi would write on the table next to him.

Song Yi hadn't held a pen in a long time. After writing the first character, her face turned red, and she said, "It looks a bit ugly."

After saying that, she glanced at Jiang Lanye and deliberately said, "But it's only a little bit uglier than your handwriting."

Jiang Lanye stared at the cluster of words, speechless.

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but say, "What do you mean by this? If you think my handwriting is ugly, I'll dip my brush in ink and draw a turtle on your face, do you believe me?"

After saying that, she laughed first. Knowing that Jiang Lanye couldn't move, she deliberately turned the pen and used the other end to lift his chin, saying flirtatiously, "Anyway, you can be easily tackled by me now."

Jiang Lanye's gaze towards her changed instantly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Come and pounce."

Looking into his eyes, I could see a hint of anticipation.

Song Yi immediately retorted irritably, "What are you doing, pouncing like that? Are you out of your mind?"

"You continue speaking, and I will continue writing."

Jiang Lanye smiled.

Song Yi didn't understand what he was laughing at.

He suddenly said, "Seriously, even if I recover, I can still lie flat and let you pounce on me."

Song Yi immediately threatened, "If you keep saying these inappropriate things, I'm really going to draw a turtle on your face."

Jiang Lanye became quiet, probably because he thought Song Yi was capable of doing such a thing.

(End of this chapter)