The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 114 - Defeat and Kill
Chapter 114: Chapter 114 Defeat and Kill
Sang Yan thought for a moment, then nodded, “Yes. I won’t see him. Nor do I wish to. So, don’t grant him the marriage. I’m not speaking for him, I’m speaking for that girl. What did she do wrong? To be betrothed to a man she doesn’t know for no reason?”
He Ying was quite pleased at the beginning, but then felt something was off—how did it become his fault for granting marriages?
“Do you think just anyone can be granted marriage by me? That’s a matter that brings glory to our ancestors. That girl probably can’t thank me enough.”
“Yes, thank her.”
Sang Yan thought of Lan Xi, who had been married to her original host’s brother by the Emperor, who indeed was grateful to the Emperor. But what about the original host’s brother? Had anyone asked for his opinion?
Thinking of the original host’s brother, who was also not one to give peace of mind, she said, “Well, just wait and see. See if Sang Jue will come back and thank you.”
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He Ying was silent.
How did this involve Sang Jue?
He didn’t like talking about others all the time, so he went to kiss her.
That mouth, it ought to be blocked.
He blocked it for a good while, yet still felt that no amount of affection was enough.
He couldn’t bear to leave at night either.
He slept beside her, playing with her hair, listening to her casually talking about recent events.
“That Blood Rain Flower, give it more thought. If it can be made into dye and sold to other countries, you could make a good amount of money.”
“Or have you ever thought of setting up a state-owned Imperial Merchant? It would involve selecting some people with a business acumen to manage some essentials for the people.”
Her head was filled with whimsical ideas.
Unfortunately, He Ying was not very interested, “We rarely see each other, and you only want to talk about this?”
Sang Yan frowned, “Then what do you want to talk about?”
He Ying smiled and picked a topic, “Let’s talk about your ideas for the grand wedding. I saw in your letter that you want me to embroider a red veil for you. What made you think of that? Or don’t you want me to embroider anything else?”
Seeing that he wasn’t opposed to embroidering the red veil, Sang Yan said with a smile, “What else do you want to embroider? Isn’t the red veil enough to keep you busy? I just like the idea of you doing something by hand, being involved.”
Of course, there was also the influence of novels.
In the ancient novels she had read before, there were plots where the male lead would embroider a red veil for the female lead.
She thought it was rather sweet.
He Ying, unaware of these details, was half-doubtful, “Is that all? I thought you were using the embroidery to test my true feelings.”
Sang Yan laughed, “Would your embroidery skills even pass the test?”
He Ying honestly admitted, “They wouldn’t. But I could learn. I’ve already chosen the embroidery lady who would teach me.”
“There’s really no need to make such a fuss. Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?”
“Not afraid. What’s there to fear? Besides, who would dare laugh at me?”
“That’s true, you are the Emperor—”
Even if he were to embroider a red veil for her, others would only say that he was deeply affectionate and that she was lucky.
“Then you should learn well. I will be looking forward to it.”
Sang Yan smiled and let it pass, closing her eyes, ready to sleep.
He Ying saw her looking weary and did not disturb her, wrapping his arms around her, he too fell asleep.
Summer nights are short.
Perhaps because he was with her, time seemed to fly by very quickly.
He Ying felt he had not slept long before dawn was breaking.
Sang Yan got out of bed to wash up and prepare for morning practice.
He Ying lay on his side, propped on the pillow, watching her bustling about, “Ah Yan, I’ll wait for you to have breakfast.”
He was leisurely and content, in contrast to Sang Yan; he seemed like a cherished concubine, and Sang Yan like an Emperor rushing to the early court.
Sang Yan responded with a smile, “Alright.”
After she finished her morning practice and returned, He Ying was nowhere to be seen.
There was a letter from him on the table.
She opened it, and it read: Qu Zhi had fled to Beiqi, was spotted passing through Jizhou, and had killed many soldiers and civilians. He needed to return to the palace to deal with the matter.
Just one wave settled, another rose.
Sang Yan thought about Qu Zhi’s family being in the Imperial City, with him fleeing alone to Beiqi, it seemed his ties with Beiqi were not simple.
His family was pitiable though.
As she had expected, Qu Zhi’s wife and children were all thrown into the Heavenly Prison.
To recapture the rebel, He Ying had ordered Rong Ye, head of the Imperial Guards, to lead an army of eighty thousand to campaign against Beiqi.
War was on the brink of breaking out.
The common people feared war the most.
The ominous predictions about Sang Yan’s fate began to spread again.
However, most people had grown numb to it.
Though the Sang Family’s daughter was considered ominous, what could they, mere ordinary commoners, do about it?
Sang Yan continued to devoutly worship the Buddha.
The countdown to the end of her worship began.
On the eighth day before its completion, Jiang Chongli came in person to express his gratitude.
Without the swollen belly and no longer cringing, he stood tall in his dark green splendid attire, looking like a handsome and distinguished gentleman.
“Commoner Jiang Chongli thanks Miss Sang for her great kindness,” he said.
He bowed deeply before her, bending at the waist.
Sang Yan smiled and said, “There’s no need to be polite. Your brother has already thanked me.”
Jiang Chongli spoke with utmost seriousness, “My brother is my brother, and I am myself. Miss Sang, without you, I would already be a corpse.”
At that time, he truly thought that he was pregnant. He even secretly took abortion drugs, but when they didn’t work, he felt utterly hopeless and believed he had no face left to live.
Turning to Buddha was his last act of self-rescue.
He hoped the child would be miscarried, but after two days, it did not happen. Right after he came down from the mountain, he threw himself into the river.
Sang Yan understood his feelings and solemnly said, “Actually, no matter what happens, one should not easily give up their life. The rumors you fear can’t hurt you if you don’t care about them. Let’s put it this way, if you’re a tree, the opinions and attitudes of others are just gusts of wind. If you take them too seriously, even a light breeze could shake you violently, or even blow you over.”
Her words were gentle yet firm and strong.
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Jiang Chongli felt suddenly enlightened and ashamed of himself, “I lack the broad and optimistic perspective of Miss Sang. I’m truly embarrassed.”
Sang Yan shook her head with a smile, “You shouldn’t belittle yourself. No one is perfect, and you have your strengths too. Since you’ve survived a great disaster, you are bound for future blessings.”
“I accept the lady’s auspicious words.”
Jiang Chongli brought up the matter of her worship again, “I heard that once Miss Sang finishes her worship, she will have a grand wedding with the Emperor.”
Sang Yan nodded, “That’s correct.”
Again, Jiang Chongli bowed, “Congratulations, Miss. With your orchid-like quality and heart of lily, and your unparalleled intelligence and understanding, you will surely make an excellent Empress.”
“Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
Sang Yan was modest in attitude and didn’t like to dwell on the subject, so she shifted the conversation to inquire about his studies.
Jiang Chongli was studying at the Imperial College and would take the civil examination next year.
“Actually, when the students from the Imperial College went to the Meridian Gate to kneel and plead for the Emperor to cleanse his court, I also went.”
This memory made Jiang Chongli feel ashamed.
At the time, he and his brother were advocates for the execution of the demoness. Yet now, it was that same “demoness” who had saved him.
Where was she a demoness?
She was clearly a Goddess.
“It’s all in the past. No need to bring it up again.”
Sang Yan was very magnanimous but also said, “I hope that before you make a decision next time, you won’t be influenced by prejudices.”
Jiang Chongli nodded in agreement.
The two chatted casually until sunset.
Only then did Jiang Chongli reluctantly depart.
He wasn’t romantically interested in Sang Yan, but he appreciated her wisdom and found conversing with her very comfortable.
On the sixth day of the countdown, Jiang Ke arrived.
His injuries had not yet fully healed, and he had to be carried up the mountain.
But before entering the Long Chan Temple, he was stopped.
“Heir Jiang, the Emperor has decreed that you are not to meet Lord Sang.”
From the depths of the woods, Hidden Guard Yan Tong leapt out, sword in hand, barring Jiang Ke’s way.
Jiang Ke, skilled in martial arts, was not afraid of him. However, without any weapons and still injured, and considering the inappropriate setting before the Buddhist Sect, he simply said, “I have just come to say thanks.”
He should have come to express his gratitude earlier.
But after being released from prison, his health was poor, and he suffered from a severe fever for many days. Only today had he been able to get out of bed.
Yan Tong did not believe that he was simply there to give thanks and coldly said, “Lord Sang does not need your thanks.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ke became enraged, “Who do you think you are to answer on behalf of my lord?”
Yan Tong served as a Hidden Guard directly under the Emperor, answering only to the Emperor, fearing no one but the Emperor alone. Now, being scorned and belittled by a young upstart, he too became angry, but his anger was not shown in words but through action.
He aimed a kick at Jiang Ke’s lower leg.
Jiang Ke’s reflexes were quick, and he promptly took two steps back to avoid it.
This evasive move was strenuous, aggravating his injuries and causing his face to turn pale with sharp intakes of breath.
“Will you leave or not?”
Yan Tong demanded harshly.
Jiang Ke was never one to be intimidated by power and immediately threw a punch in response.
“No, I will not leave! I want to see Sang Yan! I want to see her! Today, no one will stop me!”
