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

Chapter 74 Changing the Medicine
They claimed to be concerned, and upon learning that he had woken up, they all rushed to hand him memorials. But with so many memorials, they didn't consider whether Jiang Lanye would be exhausted.

Jiang Lanye took her hand and asked, "How is the epidemic in the palace?"

"It's barely under control right now, but the imperial physicians are simply too busy to handle it all."

Jiang Lanye pondered for a moment and said, "Go and find a doctor outside the palace. He must have a shop, a good reputation in the local area, and be willing to come into the palace to practice medicine. He will be richly rewarded."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi immediately said, "You're going to let people from outside the palace in again? Have you forgotten how you..."

Seeing Song Yi's fear, Jiang Lanye suddenly reached out and patted her head.

"You did a good job during the days I was unconscious."

Song Yi pulled his hand down. "Anyway, you have to be careful this time. Nobody knows what kind of people are coming in from outside. Fortunately, you won't be going out this time."

Jiang Lanye responded, "Don't worry, nothing will happen this time."

"By the way, I've already had the assassin from last time locked up, and the minister has also been temporarily imprisoned pending further action."

Jiang Lanye looked at the jade pendant at her waist and asked, "Is it only by taking this that you can make others obey you?"

Song Yi quickly pulled off the jade pendant and said, "I had forgotten about this these past two days. Here you go."

Jiang Lanye did not take it, and said, "They all know that seeing the jade pendant is like seeing the emperor. This jade pendant looks good on you too."

Song Yi was taken aback; she naturally understood what Jiang Lanye meant.

Giving her this jade pendant is tantamount to explicitly granting her a portion of power.

Moreover, this jade pendant was of great significance to him.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run off with this jade pendant?"

Jiang Lanye gave her a deep look and said, "As long as you can't leave the Golden Palace, as long as you stay by my side, you can't escape."

"Are you really planning to lock me up for the rest of my life?"

Jiang Lan remained silent that night.

Song Yi was a little angry, but seeing his still somewhat weak face, she managed to suppress her anger.

"I understand about going outside the palace to find a doctor. I will give the order in a moment."

Jiang Lanye then said, "Memorial to the Throne."

Helpless, Song Yi took over nearly half of the memorials.

Jiang Lanye looked at her, then suddenly asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

Song Yi glanced at him.

"What? You need help sometimes too?"

There was a hint of a smile in the corner of his eye.

"I wanted you to help me review the memorials, but I said you should write them, so it would be a good opportunity for you to practice your handwriting."

Song Yi glared at him for a while.

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice on purpose.

Then, with a sigh, she took all the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and handed Jiang Lanye a memorial to the throne.

Jiang Lanye leaned against the soft pillows, and after reading it, she returned it to Song Yi.

Then he spoke what he was about to write.

Song Yi immediately focused her attention, picked up her pen, and wrote it down carefully.

She then looked at her handwriting with satisfaction and closed the memorial.

"By the way, wouldn't those ministers think that I was the one who reviewed them? I hope they won't all be furious then."

Jiang Lanye said helplessly, "No, they can tell."

After all, although the handwriting was ugly, they could naturally tell that the words were spoken by Jiang Lanye.

The two were remarkably in sync; for a moment, only Jiang Lanye's calm voice and the soft rustling of Song Yi's brushstrokes filled the hall.

Song Yi casually handed over a memorial without looking up. Jiang Lanye opened it, glanced at it, paused, and then handed it back to her.

"This book says that Consort Yun is enough for me. If anyone tries to persuade me again, I will punish them with twenty strokes of the cane."

Song Yi's hand trembled, and he quickly went to read the contents of the memorial.

It turned out to be another piece of advice to Jiang Lanye to treat everyone equally. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you want to write it this way?"

"Ah."

Song Yi wrote it down stroke by stroke, and then said, "However, I think that after this incident, there are far fewer ministers who have opinions about me."

Jiang Lanye said, "Come here."

Song Yi was taken aback, stood up and walked over, then sat down on the edge of the dragon bed and asked, "What's wrong?"

He suddenly reached out, hooked his arm around Song Yi's neck, and gently bit her lips.

Song Yi instinctively tried to push him away, and even wanted to curse him again.

But when he thought of the injury on his back, he forced himself to hold it back.

"what are you doing?"

She touched her lips, and the slight stinging sensation made her feel incredulous.

We were talking normally, so why did he suddenly kiss her?

"Nothing much, it's just that you said the ministers have fewer complaints about you. I think you're amazing, and I can't help but want to kiss you."

Song Yi wiped her lips hard in front of him, ignoring his darkened eyes.

"Jiang Lanye, you're so annoying."

Before he could say anything more, the imperial physician walked in.

"Your Majesty, it's time to change the medicine."

Song Yi took the ointment from the imperial physician, listened attentively to his explanation, and said, "Alright, take off your nightgown and lie face down on the couch."

She forced herself to remain calm as she looked at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye remained calm, lowered his head to untie the sash, and casually tossed his nightgown aside.

Song Yi coughed and hurriedly avoided eye contact.

He lay on the dragon bed, and Song Yi saw the tightly wrapped white cloth, instantly all the distracting thoughts in his mind vanished.

With trembling hands, she untied the white cloth, round and round, until the very last loop.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

The white cloth was stuck to the wound, so it was inevitable that the wound would hurt when it was pulled off.

After saying that, she tried to wet the last layer of cloth with warm water, and then slowly peeled it off little by little. It must have been very painful during this process, but Jiang Lanye endured it without complaining.

Song Yi noticed that his strong muscles would suddenly tense up and then slowly relax.

She dampened a handkerchief with warm water and gently wiped the surface of the wound.

Jiang Lanye gripped the soft pillow tightly with both hands, his veins bulging.

Upon seeing this, Song Yi suddenly bent down and gently kissed the wound from a distance.

Warm lips touched hers.

He suddenly relaxed and asked in a hoarse voice, "Song Yi, what are you doing?"

Song Yi blinked and said, "Just relax, it'll be over soon."

After saying that, she scooped out a piece of ointment and gently applied it to the scar.

This scar is truly horrifying. The time when it was a bloody mess is long gone, but looking at it now still feels terrifying.

She could sense that Jiang Lanye had been silently enduring the pain, and her throat tightened with emotion.

After wrapping the white cloth properly, she paused for a moment before saying, "All done."

Jiang Lanye sat up, looked at Song Yi's reddened eyes, and gently touched them.

"Are you going to cry again? Is it because of an ugly scar?"

Song Yi shook her head.

"It will be alright soon, Jiang Lanye, you won't get into any more trouble, right?"

Jiang Lanye smiled gently, "If the price of me getting into trouble is making you so unhappy and so tired, then I really don't want anything to happen to me again."

(End of this chapter)