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

Chapter 72 Fever Starts in the Middle of the Night
Upon hearing his words, Song Yi's eyes suddenly reddened.

Jiang Lanye, who had been keeping a cold expression, panicked when he looked up and saw that Song Yi's eyes were already brimming with tears.

Don't cry.

"Jiang Lanye!"

Song Yi suddenly shouted, "Do you know that I fainted once before you woke up? I took care of you every day, managed the harem for you, and appeased the ministers of the court for you."

"But no one can comfort me. Seeing you unconscious every day, my heart has never truly been at ease. I'm afraid you'll never wake up again, and then I'll live with guilt for the rest of my life. Consort Ning also said that it's all my fault; I was the one who jumped on you without permission, which prevented you from dodging."

She spoke while crying, tears streaming down her face.

Jiang Lanye leaned forward, raising his hand helplessly to wipe away the tears on her face.

Song Yi pushed his hand away.

"Do you know how scared I am? I've never been an emperor, but I've been forced to sit on your dragon throne. There's an epidemic in the palace. I'm scared every day. I'm scared that you won't wake up, scared that the court will be in chaos, scared that everyone in the harem will get the epidemic."

“Precisely because I am your Imperial Concubine, and you personally bestowed upon me this title, I must stand up after you fall and give everyone an explanation.”

"Everything I did was for you, and not only did you not appreciate it, but you also spoke to me like that just now."

After saying that, she reached out and wiped the tears from her face, then stood up.

Jiang Lanye thought she was about to leave, so he suddenly lifted the blanket and pulled her back into his arms.

Song Yi was startled and quickly said, "You're still injured!"

He had Song Yi take off her shoes and sit beside him, gently took her hand, and whispered, "That's not what I meant."

He never thought he was tongue-tied; he just didn't like to talk nonsense.

But today, seeing Song Yi so emotional and tearful in front of him, saying so much, pouring out so many grievances, and venting her pent-up emotions, he didn't know how to comfort her.

For the first time, I realized I'm bad at expressing myself.

After hearing Song Yi's words, he was left with only a bitter feeling in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be unconscious for so long."

"What I said just now wasn't meant to blame you. It's just that before my accident, you never got hurt in the Golden Palace, but in just a few days, you've not only become haggard, but also..."

Song Yi glanced at him and said bluntly, "You said I've lost weight, but you haven't looked in the mirror yet. See if you've lost weight or not."

Jiang Lanye laughed hoarsely.

He is still very weak, and his voice is very soft and faint when he speaks.

Jiang Lanye gripped Song Yi's slender wrist and said, "You've really lost a lot of weight. Just now, you said you fainted. What happened?"

Song Yi said softly, "It's nothing, I just had a momentary breakdown. I fainted just now, but I woke up after the imperial physician gave me acupuncture."

"Ah."

He didn't speak, but simply tightened his grip on Song Yi's hand.

A bittersweet pain welled up in my heart.

Every word she just said felt like a sharp thorn piercing his heart, causing him a dense, persistent pain.

"Just now you said that Consort Ning blamed you."

Song Yi's expression suddenly changed, and she lowered her eyelids.

"Perhaps she is right."

Jiang Lanye said, "No, I really couldn't dodge at the time. I just saw you rushing towards me, and my body reacted first, protecting you in my arms."

Song Yi's eyes stung with tears. "Are you stupid?"

Jiang Lanye looked at her and quietly asked, "And what about you? The assassin was clearly aiming for me, but you insisted on rushing in. If you had been injured, do you think you could have survived?"

Indeed, Song Yi was frail, and with such a long dagger inside her body, I feared...
Song Yi said with a stern face, "Jiang Lanye, you're really annoying. Go lie down and rest."

"You lie down too, and keep me company, okay?"

"it is good."

Song Yi lifted the blanket and carefully lay down beside him, saying, "Don't move around, the wound on your back hasn't healed yet."

Jiang Lanye responded.

He was indeed tired. Listening to Song Yi whispering something in his ear, he slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Lanye had another nightmare.

He heard the sound of the blade piercing his flesh more clearly than anyone else at the moment he was stabbed by the dagger. Not only the sound, but the pain was exceptionally intense in the moments before he lost consciousness.

He suddenly remembered how his mother knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, defending herself.

As the Empress, the Empress Dowager was in charge of the affairs of the six palaces and devoted herself to raising him and his younger brother. As a result, her health deteriorated and her body became thinner and thinner.

The sword, so long, pierced right through her body.

How much pain she was in at that time.

He was stabbed by a dagger, but survived by the skin of his teeth and was not seriously injured.

But what about the Empress Dowager?
The sword not only pierced her body but was also pulled out without mercy.

So much blood.

In his dream, his blood and his mother's blood appeared alternately.

"Jiang Lanye, Jiang Lanye!"

Song Yi's voice woke him from his slumber once again.

"You're burning up! You seem to have a high fever again. I'll go get the imperial physician."

Just as she was about to get up, Jiang Lanye suddenly pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Don't go."

His voice was muffled.

Song Yi was startled and quickly reached out to touch his burning cheeks, then her fingertips stopped.

There were tears.

"Jiang Lanye, why are you crying?"

He didn't speak, but kept rubbing against her neck, his hot breath spraying onto her neck.

Jiang Lanye seemed to be very dependent on her.

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I'll hold you a little longer, then I'll get up and call the imperial physician."

Her hand gently stroked Jiang Lanye's back, feeling the thick layer of white cloth wrapped around his body.

"Does it hurt?"

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he mumbled, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Did you dream about the late Empress?"

Jiang Lanye responded.

Song Yi sighed helplessly and reached out to pat his head.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's all in the past. Is Jiang Lanye a coward?"

Jiang Lanye did not answer.

Song Yi murmured to herself, "Jiang Lanye is not a coward. Jiang Lanye is an emperor, a very powerful emperor."

Jiang Lanye finally let her go.

Song Yi quickly got up and touched his forehead.

It was extremely hot.

She put on her clothes and walked to the door.

There was a royal physician on night watch outside the door.

"Imperial physician, come in quickly! His Majesty has a fever."

The two quickly went inside.

Jiang Lanye was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. Now that the candles in the hall were lit, he found them particularly glaring and his face turned very pale.

Song Yi stood to one side, anxiously asking, "How is it?"

Upon hearing Song Yi's voice, Jiang Lanye said in a hoarse voice, "Come here."

Knowing that Jiang Lanye wouldn't obediently let the imperial physician take his pulse if she stood there, Song Yi reluctantly climbed onto the dragon bed and sat beside him.

(End of this chapter)