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

Chapter 90 Creating a Surprise

Song Yi reacted quickly; she didn't want Jiang Lanye to know what she was doing so early.

So, the moment the door opened, she clenched one hand into a fist and raised it high.

"Oh!"

She smashed all the clay figures flat.

My hands turned red from using so much force.

Jiang Lanye heard the noise and a strange sense of foreboding welled up in his heart; his eyelids twitched violently.

He walked over quickly, and then everything went black.

I don't know where Song Yi got so much clay. The whole small table was covered in clay, including her fingers, cuffs, and even her chin and forehead were faintly stained with clay.

Song Yi glanced at him guiltily.

"You're back."

"What are you doing?"

Song Yi moved her hands away and pointed to the things on the table to show him.

"I'm playing in the mud."

Jiang Lanye didn't know what to say, and after a long while he finally said, "Are you really that bored?"

They'd rather play in the mud.

He moved a little closer, looking down at the few "pancakes" on the table, his expression blank.

"This is what you sculpted?"

Song Yi nodded earnestly.

Looking at her hands covered in mud, Jiang Lanye felt a headache coming on and called a palace maid to bring in some warm water.

Then, he grabbed Song Yi's wrist and said, "Come here and wash your hands."

Song Yi slowly stood up.

Just as she was about to put her hand in, Jiang Lanye suddenly said, "Wait."

He took a towel, wrung it out, and gently wiped the dirt off her face. Once her face was clean, he said, "Wash your hands."

Song Yi was rubbing the cloth with great care.

Jiang Lanye stared at her and asked, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

Song Yi quickly explained, "Because I was mesmerized."

The group brought in breakfast.

Song Yi carefully washed her hands, flicked water all over Jiang Lanye's face, and then said, "I'm hungry."

Jiang Lanye pressed her down to sit on the stool.

Why did you suddenly decide to sculpt clay?

He asked the question as if it were casual.

"It's because I'm bored. I wanted to play chess, but you went to court, and there was no one to keep me company."

Jiang Lanye temporarily believed her reasoning.

"Go look at your folds in a bit, don't worry about me, I still need to keep sculpting."

".Um."

Since the table was already dirty, and Song Yi was going to continue kneading, they decided not to change the table for the time being.

Song Yi has been eating a lot these past two days and has finally gained a little weight. During the days when Jiang Lanye was in a coma, she became extremely thin, and her cheeks looked somewhat sunken.

It's bulged up a little now, and the soft flesh can be pinched.

Jiang Lanye noticed that she was absent-minded, her mind not on breakfast at all. She finished her food as if it were a task to be completed, put down her chopsticks, and said, "I'm full."

Then he returned to the low couch, sat cross-legged, and rolled up his sleeves again.

Seeing that she had her own things to do, Jiang Lanye reluctantly felt relieved and sat on the dragon throne to open the folded documents.

Song Yi looked up at him.

Then, she quietly took out the hidden papers, unfolded them, and placed them on her lap.

It is indeed difficult to sculpt, but she can start with the head.

She picked up the small curved knife and carefully shaved out the outline of the entire face, bit by bit, and then tried to carve out the mouth and eyes.
Song Yi had never been so focused before.

Too deep won't work, and too shallow won't work either.

Cutting too much is even worse.

Jiang Lanye looked at the memorial with a solemn expression.

Everyone knows that the emperor is far away and the country is high up.

The practice of officials holding military power and coveting military pay has never disappeared.

Being in the capital, he indeed had difficulty overseeing many things, especially with the Northern Qiang tribe's offensive becoming increasingly fierce.
Jiang Lanye thought for a moment, then wrote a reply to the memorial. After closing it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was so quiet this morning.

Surprisingly, no one came to bother him.

Jiang Lanye felt a little uncomfortable and looked up to observe Song Yi.

Song Yi unconsciously licked her dry lips, her hands moving non-stop, her head constantly lowered.

Jiang Lanye got up and walked over slowly.

Song Yi caught a glimpse of Jiang Lanye's dragon robe out of the corner of her eye, and knowing that he was approaching her, she quickly hid the clay figure.

Jiang Lanye didn't miss her subtle movements, but he saw through them without saying anything. He simply reminded her, "This knife is very sharp. Be careful not to cut yourself."

Song Yi nodded, and seeing that he was still standing there and unwilling to go back, she couldn't help but urge him:

"Go and look at the memorial."

Jiang Lanye remained silent, but suddenly moved closer.

Song Yi was startled and instinctively shrank back.

His upper body leaned forward.

Song Yi wanted to push him away, but when she thought about her hands covered in mud and looked at his exquisite dragon robe, she hesitated for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Lanye's lips landed on hers.

It's cool, soft, and light.

He paused briefly, straightened up before Song Yi could explode, a faint smile playing at the corners of his eyes, and deliberately said:
"Song Yi, I've noticed that you seem to drink very little water."

"So, what does this have to do with me?"

Jiang Lanye said without changing his expression, "Feel how dry your lips really are, go drink some water."

"You can touch it with your finger too."

Jiang Lanye glanced at her, said nothing, and turned back.

Song Yi shuffled to the table in her slippers, downed a full cup of tea in one gulp, and then walked back in the same manner.

Jiang Lanye silently withdrew his gaze.

She gets so angry over a kiss; no wonder Song Yi scratched and clawed at him when he forced himself on her.

For the next few days, Song Yi continued to sculpt clay figures.

She rushed around and finally managed to sculpt a perfect clay figure the day before Jiang Lanye's birthday.

Not only in terms of shape, but even the folds of the dragon robe were meticulously cut out with a knife.

Jiang Lanye went to the morning court session again.

The sun is shining brightly today.

She carefully held the clay figure.

Song Yi made a small platform and stood the clay figure on it, so that it could also be placed on the table.

She opened the window.

Upon seeing this, the palace maids outside instinctively took two steps back.

Given what happened last time, the palace servants are now afraid of Song Yi and dare not easily promise her anything anymore.

Seeing this, Song Yi quickly said, "No, I just want you to help me call Eunuch Cao over."

Dejected, Eunuch Cao walked to the window and stared at Song Yi.

"Eunuch Cao, could you please take it out to dry for a day, and then bring it back after sunset? Also, could you please find me some dyeing materials?"

Eunuch Cao looked in amazement at the little clay figure that Song Yi was holding in his hands.

"This"

Song Yi smiled smugly.

"Can you tell who it is?"

Of course! It's incredibly lifelike.

"Your Highness, I never imagined you were so skillful."

Song Yi said expressionlessly, "Remove 'actually'."

This is a small matter, and Eunuch Cao is naturally willing to help her.

"Yes, there is more."

"besides?!"

Eunuch Cao was startled.

Song Yi clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction and whispered:
"Tonight at midnight, inform the people from the Imperial Household Department in advance."

(End of this chapter)