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

Chapter 80 His Birthday
Song Yi stared at him blankly, clearly not expecting him to suddenly do such a thing.

Jiang Lanye faced her direct gaze with a calm expression and put on the new clothes brought by the palace maid.

This dragon robe is clearly more beautiful than the previous one. It is made of dark red material with black accents, and the belt is also dark red, with cloud patterns embroidered in gold thread faintly visible on it.

When he put it on, Song Yi's eyes lit up. She walked up to him and looked him up and down.

Jiang Lanye chuckled softly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yi swallowed hard. "No, it's nothing."

His eyes were naturally long and narrow, and whenever he smiled, his sharp and wicked aura softened considerably, making people lose themselves in his rare tenderness.

Jiang Lanye took her hand and said leisurely, "Accompany me to review the memorials."

Song Yi nodded blankly and followed him to the dragon throne.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Jiang Lanye simply pulled her into his arms and casually opened a memorial to the throne.

After a while, Song Yi suddenly said angrily, "Jiang Lanye, you just got back, can't you take a break?"

"And, is your injury healed?"

Jiang Lanye raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to be so fierce.

"Then you write it."

He then gestured for Song Yi to sit on his dragon throne.

This dragon throne is not something that ordinary people can touch, let alone sit on.

However, Song Yi never paid attention to this, and Jiang Lanye obviously didn't care either. He went around to the other side of the table and watched as Song Yi rolled up his sleeves and picked up a pen with great seriousness.

Jiang Lanye calmly finished reading the memorial in his hand, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

Song Yi keenly sensed that something was wrong with him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lanye did not hand the memorial to her, clearly not wanting her to see its contents.

"It's nothing, we were just talking about the war in the Northwest."

Song Yi thought for a moment and said, "The northwest is mostly inhabited by nomadic peoples, and those people should be very skilled at riding horses. Moreover, having grown up on the grasslands, they are probably exceptionally strong. If our soldiers neglect their training, they might indeed be vulnerable in a short time."

"No."

Jiang Lanye suddenly interrupted her in a deep voice.

Song Yi was taken aback.

Jiang Lanye raised his hand to support his forehead, his voice softening.

"You don't need to worry about these things, Song Yi. I only want you to be happy."

Song Yi pursed his lips, looking at the memorial beside him, clearly still worried.

Jiang Lanye suddenly said, "Celebrate my birthday with me."

"Birthdate? What's your birthday?"

"In autumn, on the sixth day of the ninth month."

Song Yi immediately started counting on his fingers.

"That's almost a month away."

She rested her chin on her hands, looked at Jiang Lanye with a smile, and asked, "How do you want to spend the sixth day of the month?"

Jiang Lanye stared at her bright smile, momentarily lost in thought.

He had considered being greedy before, but he only wanted to keep Song Yi by his side forever. He never expected to hear any plans for the future from her.

To his surprise, he got her back, and she was even willing to spend his birthday with him.

"I didn't know either. It was a banquet held in the palace before."

"Jiang Lanye, let's have a drink."

She blurted out that sentence out of the blue.

"But you can't drink it now."

Jiang Lanye frowned and asked in a low voice, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"I just felt you were in a bad mood. Everyone says to drown your sorrows in alcohol, so I thought maybe if I drank with you, you could temporarily forget your troubles."

Jiang Lanye gave her a deep look.

“I remember you have never touched alcohol.”

Song Yi said, "That's precisely why I want to try it. I want to drink fruit wine, so I won't get drunk so easily." Jiang Lanye had a strange selfish motive; he wanted to see what Song Yi would be like when she was drunk.

He hesitated for a moment, then called a palace servant outside the hall to bring in a pot of wine.

Song Yi glanced at the memorial and concealed the emotions in his eyes.

Jiang Lanye continued reading the memorial as if nothing had happened, and then Song Yi wrote it for him.

"Over time, no matter how dissatisfied these ministers were, they could only swallow their anger."

Song Yi could even imagine the interesting expressions on their faces when they saw her ugly handwriting covering their carefully written memorials.

Song Yi said this, but Jiang Lanye reached out and carefully touched her head, saying, "Not ugly."

Song Yi:
She still remembers the time when Jiang Lanye ruthlessly crumpled her paper into a ball and coldly said that her handwriting was indeed very ugly when she was wearing a veil to hide her identity.

Outside the palace, a palace maid brought in wine and delicate little wine cups.

Song Yi took the glass, poured it in front of Jiang Lanye, and first sniffed it warily.

"It has a very strong, sweet aroma; it doesn't smell like wine."

She glanced at Jiang Lanye. "You didn't send a maid to give me something else, did you?"

Jiang Lanye sighed helplessly, "This is just wine, but with your alcohol tolerance, you can probably only drink this much."

Although he had never witnessed Song Yi's drinking capacity, it was still best to be cautious.

Song Yi slowly took a sip.

Her eyes lit up.

"I thought it would be very spicy on my tongue, but it turned out to be sweet."

Jiang Lanye sighed silently. While Song Yi was still indulging in the taste of the wine, he picked up a pen and wrote a reply to the memorial that he hadn't shown to Song Yi earlier.

He thought, let's wait a little longer.

He decided to leave the palace after Song Yi had celebrated his birthday with him.

If only Song Yi would be willing to wait for him to return in the Golden Palace by then.

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Jiang Lanye had many thoughts on his mind. If it weren't for the injury on his back, he would have liked to have a couple of drinks.

He was lost in thought for a long time, and when he looked up again, he found that Song Yi was already drinking her fifth cup.

He immediately reached out and firmly gripped her wrist.

"Stop drinking."

Song Yi's eyes were clear, showing no signs of drunkenness.

"Why? Are you worried that I can't hold my liquor? But I'm not drunk at all right now."

Jiang Lanye observed her face and found that she looked normal and spoke exceptionally fluently.

It seems like I'm really not drunk.

Jiang Lanye was somewhat puzzled and hesitantly let go of her hand.

In front of him, Song Yi drank the wine in one gulp.

"I'm not drinking anymore, it's no fun drinking too much."

After saying that, she braced herself on the table with both hands, intending to stand up, but suddenly stumbled.

Jiang Lanye immediately stood up, intending to go around and help her.

Song Yi raised his hand, signaling him not to move.

"Jiang Lanye, who is the person next to you?"

Jiang Lanye: "."

She squinted and looked at it, then suddenly realized: "It's still you. How can there be two of you?"

Jiang Lanye suddenly felt a headache coming on. He walked over and said in a deep voice, "Don't move around. I'll have a palace maid bring in some hangover soup."

"Don't."

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Lanye and said seriously, "Actually, in my world, taking medicine is the fastest way to take effect."

Jiang Lanye had heard such strange remarks from her before, and upon hearing this, he coldly retorted, "Your world?"

(End of this chapter)