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

Chapter 82 His Mistake

She was wearing a thick nightgown, her hair was dried by a palace maid, and she sat cross-legged by the window, carefully recalling what had just happened.

Jiang Lanye had just washed his hands when he glanced at her.

"I remembered?"

Song Yi preemptively blurted out, "Jiang Lanye, it's all your fault. Why did you have to agree to let me drink?"

Jiang Lanye had grown accustomed to her tendency to throw mud at the drop of a hat.

He chuckled and said, "I truly did not expect your alcohol tolerance to be so poor."

Song Yi lowered her head and remained silent, only fiddling with her nightgown.

Do you know how many drinks you've had before you got drunk?

Jiang Lanye was genuinely curious.

Song Yi thought for a moment and then said definitively, "The first cup."

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He sat down next to Song Yi, pinched her chin, and forced her to turn her head to look at him.

"Do you remember what just happened?"

Song Yi certainly remembered, after all, the incident had only just happened, and she hadn't lost her memory.

Song Yi's eyes darted around, then she suddenly slapped his hand away, poked his chest with her index finger, and accused him, "Did you just kiss me again?"

“You yourself said that you are Consort Yun, my Consort Yun.”

Jiang Lanye paused, a wicked smile appearing in his eyes.

"Therefore, I can kiss you whenever I want, without needing your permission."

Song Yi raised her hand and immediately corrected, "However, I remember saying that I was Consort Yun, but I didn't say that I was your Consort Yun."

"do not you?"

Jiang Lanye immediately countered with a question.

Song Yi opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Seeing that she could only glare at him, Jiang Lanye said helplessly, "Sit over at your dressing table, I'll comb your hair."

Everything was fine when I came out of the shower, but now it's all messed up again for some reason.

".oh."

She walked over lazily, casually picked up a wooden comb, and handed it to Jiang Lanye.

Song Yi's hair wasn't very long at first. Three years ago, when she appeared by Jiang Lanye's side, she would often get angry in the early morning because she couldn't put her hair up properly.

The palace maids were also worried, pacing around her, unable to understand why her hair had been cut not long ago.

After all, they almost never cut their hair, and the longer the hair, the easier it is to put it up.

During the three years she disappeared, Song Yi seemed not to have cut her hair again. Now her hair is long, reaching her waist, jet black and shiny, and exceptionally smooth.

Jiang Lanye's fingers, with their distinct knuckles, moved casually through her hair, many strands slipping through his fingers and leaving a faint fragrance on his hands.

His movements were too gentle; Song Yi rested her arms on the table, her hands supporting her chin, and was drowsy.

Jiang Lanye saw in the bronze mirror that Song Yi's eyelids were already trembling, and suddenly asked softly:

"Song Yi, how were you during those three years you disappeared?"

Song Yi suddenly woke up with a start.

".well enough."

"Where have you been?"

Jiang Lanye pursed his lips, "You went to what you call your world?"

Song Yi remained silent for a long time, then suddenly exclaimed "Oh dear!"

"Don't ask about that anymore. It's all in the past anyway. I'm here with you now."

Jiang Lanye knew she didn't want to say too much, so he didn't bring it up again.

He combed Song Yi's beautiful hair, letting it fall casually over her shoulders, as smooth as a waterfall, swaying with her movements.

Song Yi suddenly said, "Help me braid it, otherwise you'll always be pressing on my hair when I sleep with it loose like this."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lanye's expression turned strange.

"Would I press down on your hair?"

He doesn't move around much when he sleeps, and can even stay in one position all night. But every morning when he wakes up, someone will be right next to him, as if they want to pounce on him and pin him down.

Those long strands of hair, naturally, also mischievously crept into his neck and under his body. Then, whenever Song Yi turned around or twisted his head, he would be jolted awake by the pain.

Song Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said and urged, "Quickly, help me braid it, just braid it into two strands, so that it hangs down in front, and you won't be able to press it down."

"Do you think I would?"

His hands had only ever touched his mother's hair; besides his mother, the only other person he had ever touched was the person in front of him.

"fool."

She demonstrated it to Jiang Lanye in front of him.

Song Yi could braid it herself, but her hair was too long and her hands would get tired easily, so it was better to have someone else braid it for her from behind.

Her slender fingers became exceptionally nimble at this moment, and with a casual movement, she had braided a small section. She asked, "Jiang Lanye, did you understand?"

Jiang Lanye looked at it carefully, then reached out and took it, quickly and skillfully starting to weave.

Song Yi exclaimed in surprise, "You learned it so quickly!"

Jiang Lanye's lips twitched.

This doesn't seem too difficult.

He not only learned how to braid it, but also braided it with just the right tightness. Then he picked out two pink ropes and carefully tied them for her.

Song Yi looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, then turned and looked up at Jiang Lanye, asking:
"do I look good?"

She looked beautiful. Her hair didn't cover her face, revealing her fair and delicate features. The blush on her cheeks hadn't faded yet, and the two braided strands of hair fell obediently down her chest.

Jiang Lanye inexplicably thought of hawthorn.

He suddenly bent down, and Song Yi was startled and shrank back, but Jiang Lanye stretched out his arm and pulled her back, gently kissing her cheek.

"nice."

Song Yi quickly withdrew from his embrace, walked to the dragon bed, and immediately lay down.

She was trying to escape something.

The moment I lay down, a palace maid came in with medicine.

This is medicine prescribed by the imperial physician to treat her cold constitution; she has to drink it twice a day.

Jiang Lanye took it and slowly walked over.

Song Yi quickly covered herself with the quilt, pulled it over her head, closed her eyes, and remained motionless.

"Song Yi, don't make me say it a second time."

His voice was cold.

Song Yi was afraid that he would really force himself on her, after all, he had done this kind of thing before.

Upon hearing this, she quickly threw off the blanket and hurriedly said, "You haven't even said it the first time."

Jiang Lanye chuckled: "Then drink it quickly."

Song Yi took it, sighed for a moment, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Jiang Lanye wiped the water stains from her mouth, thought for a moment, and said, "From now on, as long as you take your medicine on time, I will allow you to eat a candied fruit after you finish your medicine."

"Only one?"

Cheapskate.

"By the way, does your wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Tomorrow, I will personally go to see that assassin."

Song Yi immediately asked nervously, "Maybe you shouldn't go. What if he does again?"

"He has been locked up, guards are watching over him, he cannot get close to me."

Jiang Lanye gently comforted her.

"Nothing will happen again."

".All right."

Jiang Lanye suddenly said, "Don't drink anymore in the future. Now you know your alcohol tolerance."

"Besides you, who else would dare to make me drink?"

Jiang Lanye sighed silently, too lazy to correct her anymore.

It seems that her drunkenness really became her fault.

(End of this chapter)