The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 130 - Revenge
Chapter 130 -130 Revenge
In fact, Jiang Ke had no desire to develop a relationship with Qi Jiu.
He was born into nobility and associated with remarkable knights; he looked down on merchants the most.
Especially the way that merchant looked at Sang Yan, which he really disliked.
“Not possible.”
He coldly rejected and walked away with Sang Yan in his arms.
Sang Yan looked back at Qi Jiu, still hoping for rescue—freedom sought amidst peril. Merchants valued profit, and once she was free, she would surely give him a lot of money.
“Why are you looking at him?”
Jiang Ke was dissatisfied with her looking back, and as he gradually realized she was seeking help, his expression changed, and he pinched her chin: “Sang Yan, behave, don’t make me unhappy.”
Sang Yan immediately submitted and obediently nodded.
Seeing this, Jiang Ke gave a gentle smile but said, “As punishment, once we get back, I’ll kill him and bring his head for you to see, is that okay?”
Sang Yan shook her head, her eyes pleading: Not good. Don’t. Don’t kill anyone.
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Jiang Ke saw her intentions and didn’t agree; he turned back and glanced at Qi Jiu, murderous intent indeed stirring within him.
Meanwhile, Qi Jiu and two men who looked like servants, feigned interest in selecting goods, slowly trailing behind them.
“Mr. Jiu, that man seems to harbor ill intent towards you.”
One of Qi Jiu’s servants, a burly man with a full beard, also sensed the murderous intent.
“It’s nothing.”
Qi Jiu appeared nonchalant and relaxed as he admired the porcelain on the stall, asking, “Han Chen, do you think that woman is the one Qu Zhi mentioned, the Emperor of He Country’s favorite?”
“She does look a bit like her.”
Han Chen took a small portrait from his bosom, unfolded it, and made a comparison.
Compared to her stunning beauty in the palace, Sang Yan, after days of fleeing, had become much thinner and appeared haggard and pitiful.
Her beauty had greatly diminished.
Her gaze had even become timid and sorrowful, not the confident and poised demeanor she displayed in the palace.
Qi Jiu looked for a good while before saying, “Whether it is her or not, I want that woman.”
As he spoke, he put down the porcelain and measured the distance between them, whispering, “Let’s go, follow them, find out where they’re staying, and kidnap her tonight.”
Han Chen: “…”
He glanced back at Han Mo, who was busily gnawing on roasted chicken.
Han Mo, compared to his brother’s rugged demeanor, appeared much more refined, although he was wolfing down his food, clearly a glutton.
“Our Mr. Jiu is quite something, already knows how to snatch a woman.”
As he chewed on the roasted chicken, he calculated with his fingers and laughed, “I guarantee that woman was also snatched away.”
Han Chen heard what he wanted and quickly caught up with Qi Jiu, whispering, “Han Mo has calculated already, that woman is kidnapped. Combined with the Empress of He Country being abducted, it’s probably the same thing.”
Qi Jiu smiled with satisfaction: “After all the trouble of searching high and low, she’s come to me without any effort.”
Nighttime
Sang Yan watched as Jiang Ke changed into his night clothes and left.
“Mmm mmm mmm—”
She widened her eyes, trying to stop him from going out to kill someone.
Jiang Ke covered her eyes and kissed her forehead, saying with a smile, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be back soon.”
He said he’d be back soon, but still had someone guard her.
Sang Yan saw a figure moving outside the door and mmmed for a while.
The person pushed the door open and entered; it was Tan Yunjian.
“Haven’t slept yet? Waiting for Jiang Ke? Don’t worry; he won’t die.”
Tan Yunjian sat down on the chair, chatting idly, more like he was bored and teasing her for fun.
“Actually, if I were you, I would wish for his death. That way, you’d be free.”
He spoke of Jiang Ke’s life and death with a laugh, as if the brotherhood he spoke of that day was just a joke.
Sang Yan didn’t understand the friendship between men, nor did she see him as a good person, so she glared at him with hatred.
He was right, she did wish for Jiang Ke to die.
Even more, she wished that he, a bird of the same feather, would die as well.
After all, he watched her suffer, even taking pleasure from her pain.
Tan Yunjian seemed to notice the curse in Sang Yan’s eyes and sighed, “A woman’s heart is most poisonous indeed. Jiang Ke is to be pitied for falling into your hands.”
Shut up!
Lunatic!
Asshole!
Sang Yan cursed angrily, and what came out of her mouth sounded like “Mmm mmm mmm.”
She couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t move her body.
She could only endure it bitterly.
Jiang Ke had said he would be back in a while, as if he were just going out to buy vegetables, but he had been gone for two hours and had not yet returned.
Tan Yunjian grew restless, “He couldn’t really be dead, could he?”
He thought of going out to look for him and even stood up, but then he glanced back at Sang Yan and stopped, “He said I must stay with you. Can you understand his concern? He’s worried that you might encounter danger alone. You might say, what danger could you possibly encounter? The most dangerous thing to you is him. But do you know? In Quanzhou, more than a dozen women are raped in their sleep each year. In your condition, aren’t you an easy target for others?”
Sang Yan understood his point.
If she really encountered a rapist, being controlled by pressure points meant she couldn’t move and wouldn’t even have the ability to cry out.
But who put her in this state?
A bunch of shameless scoundrels!
To do such things to women!
Sang Yan was so angry that her heart ached.
She closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
But before long, the door was burst open, and Jiang Ke entered covered in blood.
He had barely left the inn when he encountered several assailants. After a long fight in the air, he suffered a careless cut to his right shoulder and was also attacked by a dart that wounded his waist.
“What happened to you? Who hurt you? Wasn’t it just some foreign merchant?”
While asking, Tan Yunjian stepped forward to examine his wound.
Jiang Ke pressed on the wound and sat down on the chair, gritting his teeth in pain, “That man was no ordinary merchant.”
“Of course. Someone who does business in Quanzhou and dares to provoke you, how could they be ordinary?”
Tan Yunjian took out some medicine and began to bandage him up, advising, “Be more careful these next few days, and avoid fighting.”
Jiang Ke nodded, but then said, “They haven’t gone far, and are injured as well. Go and kill them for me.”
No one ever got away with crossing him.
No, only the man before him, Tan Yunjian, had taken advantage of him and ended up mixing with him.
Seeing him wounded and yet still thinking of murder, Tan Yunjian couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, “Are you the reincarnation of a vindictive ghost? So eager for someone’s life?”
Jiang Ke kicked him, “Less talk, just go!”
Tan Yunjian then left.
He left with a sigh, “Jiang Ke, your vengeful nature will cost you one day.”
Jiang Ke had already paid the price, underestimating those people.
After waiting for Tan Yunjian to leave, he crawled onto the bed, seeking comfort from Sang Yan, “Ah Yan, I’m hurt. It hurts so much.”
Sang Yan was unyielding and thought to herself: It would be good if the pain killed you.
After a while, when Jiang Ke didn’t receive any comfort, he remembered she was still under a pressure point spell, and he released only her mute point.
Sang Yan could now speak, and although she inwardly wished for his death, her demeanor had to feign tender concern, “How could you be so careless? Don’t be so impulsive in the future. What Tan Yunjian said is right, your penchant for vengeance could easily make you enemies, and it will eventually cost you.”
And being tied to him, she would suffer the consequences as well.
So choosing someone as young and impulsive, as obsessive and capricious as him, was like choosing a ticking time bomb!
Doomed to constant danger.
Only a fool would choose this!
Jiang Ke had no clue what she was thinking, and he let her words of caution go in one ear and out the other.
His mind wasn’t really on it; instead, he quickly thought of a scheme, using his injuries to play the role of a wounded bird, show weakness, and beg for a kiss, “It hurts, Ah Yan, it really hurts. Kiss me quickly… Ah Yan, if you kiss me, I’m sure it won’t hurt anymore…”
