The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 160 - Consequences
Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Consequences
“King,” you’re eating like this…””
The queen took away the plate of chicken feet, advising, “Mr. Jiu has been staying in the palace recently, so it’s best if you eat less.”
“I feel uncomfortable if I don’t eat—”
The king began to speak, then nodded with a downcast look, “All right, have someone make me some sleeping medicine. Once I’m asleep, I won’t feel hungry.”
The queen: “…Okay.”
After agreeing, she called someone in and handed over the plate of chicken feet she was holding.
The palace maid took the plate and swiftly left.
The king watched with a pained expression, stretching out his chubby hand as if to say something, then closed his mouth.
The queen stepped forward, blocking his view, and turned back to the original topic, “Your Majesty, if Mr. Jiu harbors murderous intent against you, will you still join him in killing Emperor Da He? That woman is the queen of Da He. She could help us break free from Mr. Jiu’s constraints…”
“Shut your mouth!”
The king’s face turned pale with fright. He wanted to cover the queen’s mouth, but hindered by his heavy body, he could only wave his hands vigorously, “You can’t say that! You can’t! My worthless life has been given by Mr. Jiu. If he wants to take it back, naturally, he can. Don’t say such things again.”
The queen sighed at her husband, both loyal and timid, “If Your Majesty does not fear death, then your servant will follow you.”
What she wished for was not wealth or status, but merely for her king to be safe and happy.
If he swore to follow Mr. Jiu to the death, she too would follow him in life and death.
“Nayun, don’t do anything foolish.”
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The king, hearing her say this, lowered his head and grew melancholic again, “Ah, Mr. Jiu wouldn’t treat me like that. He wouldn’t. He certainly wouldn’t.”
*
Qi Jiu chose to reside in Chonghua Palace instead.
Of course, he wasn’t sleeping; instead, he was summoning many of his confidants to plan the operation.
He opened the defense map of the palace and began deploying troops, “Once He Ying and his party enter the palace, take your men and encircle them from the east, west, and south sides. Deploy three thousand archers to await my command at any moment.”
“Yes.”
The head of the guards, Ye Motian, bowed his head and took the orders.
He was one of Qi Jiu’s confidants, having previously led the guards out of the palace to personally welcome Qi Jiu.
It could be said that Qi Jiu’s control over Puluo Country depended on his military forces.
“Han Mo, keep a close eye on that pot of Fan Yin Flower. Whether we can kill He Ying without spilling blood hinges on that flower.”
The Fan Yin Flower was a rare and treasured flower in Qi Jiu’s collection.
Not only was it strikingly beautiful, but it also thrived on the music of Fan Yin.
While playing this melody, the Fan Yin Flower would release a fragrance that numbs the mind and body.
Qi Jiu planned to use the Fan Yin Flower to first intoxicate He Ying.
If that failed, he would resort to force.
Hearing this, Han Chen spoke up, “What about me?”
Qi Jiu looked at him and said solemnly, “You are to keep an eye on Sang Yan, make sure she doesn’t spoil my plans.”
Han Chen was unhappy with this task, “I want to protect Mr. Jiu closely. She doesn’t know martial arts; she’s soft and weak. Why not just have a few guards watch over her?”
He didn’t take Sang Yan seriously and didn’t perceive her as a threat.
Seeing Han Chen’s attitude, Qi Jiu’s expression turned cold, and without a word, he had someone call Wu Tao over.
Wu Tao had once been undercover among pirates.
Having returned to Qi Jiu’s side, he continued to engage in covert surveillance and eavesdropping.
He learned of Mr. Jiu’s summons while atop a ridge of the king’s sleeping quarters.
Not daring to delay, he leapt through the night sky and arrived at Chonghua Palace in a few bounds.
“Greetings, Mr. Jiu—”
He knelt and bowed formally, offering his salute.
Qi Jiu, seated on a couch, gestured for him to rise, “Tell me what you’ve seen.”
Wu Tao reported, “After Mr. Jiu left, Miss Sang fabricated lies that you despised the king and intended to kill him to persuade the queen to align with Da He. The queen, whose loyalty shifted, conveyed Miss Sang’s offer to the king, but the king refused.”
Hearing this, Qi Jiu looked at Han Chen, “With this in mind, do you still think Sang Yan doesn’t need watching?”
Sang Yan wouldn’t sit idly by.
During the time waiting for He Ying to enter the palace, she would try every means to convey messages to him.
“I’m not actually worried that she’ll manage to pass messages to He Ying, but that she’ll find out He Ying is dead.”
Qi Jiu feared that she would take it hard, so he insisted on strict precautions, “Han Chen, you must ensure her safety.”
Han Chen had no choice but to bow his head and accept the order, “Yes, Mr. Jiu, rest assured, I will protect Miss Sang well.”
“There is nothing sadder in this world than a dead heart.”
At that moment, Han Mo spoke up, “If Mr. Jiu really kills He Ying, be prepared for Miss Sang to die as well.”
He reminded him for the last time of the consequences of killing He Ying.
He wanted him to see clearly into his own heart and make the right decision.
Qi Jiu did not alter his decision, yet his tone remained resolute, “I won’t let her die.”
Han Mo neither agreed nor disagreed.
He never interfered with his decisions.
He was a loyal bystander.
“Everyone, leave.”
After Qi Jiu had distributed the tasks, he waved his hand, turned around, lay down on the bed, gathering his energy, waiting for He Ying’s arrival tomorrow.
*
The sunlight was dazzling.
He Ying and Tan Yunjian switched their clothes.
He looked at Tan Yunjian, clad in an imperial robe, his expression cold, “This journey is fraught with danger, are you sure?”
According to the pirate who had narrowly escaped death, it was someone from the Beiqi Royal Family who had taken Sang Yan.
And with the Beiqi Royal Family boasting numerous capable heirs, it was uncertain which Prince had orchestrated this plot!
They had lured him to Puluo Country; it seemed Puluo Country had already fallen into their hands.
“This is what I should be saying to you.”
Tan Yunjian’s face was grave, his eyes cold and tranquil, “You are an Emperor, this journey is perilous, I suggest it would be better for you not to personally risk it.”
As for him?
The hatred for Jiang Ke’s death was irreconcilable!
He definitely had to kill the culprit with his own hands!
Thinking of Jiang Ke, he closed his eyes, holding back the surging tears: That young man who was like a younger brother to him… dead! Dead!
When he left, he had said, “Tan Yunjian, I cannot thank you enough for your great kindness, let’s be sworn brothers, despite the distance between mountains and rivers, calmly waiting for our reunion.”
What had he said at the time?
Your call of sworn brother would have me rush through storms and blood rain, Jiang Ke, you really should spare me.
Now, now!
“No.”
He Ying interrupted Tan Yunjian’s painful memories, shaking his head, “Knowing that she is in Puluo Palace, how can I stand by and do nothing? I’ve waited too long already.”
He had to see her.
Even if it meant paying with his blood and life.
Tan Yunjian collected his thoughts, ceasing his persuasion, and finally tidied his imperial robe before stepping out.
He Ying, in plain black coarse cloth and a sword at his waist, disguised himself as the Emperor’s guard.
“Emperor, you mustn’t!”
Pei Muyang knelt down with a thud, hugging his legs, his face full of panic as he pleaded, “Emperor, please wait, our great army is about to arrive. If you go now, all alone and vulnerable, if anything were to happen—”
“If something were to happen, the throne shall be ceded to Empress’s brother, Yan Jue, with Feng Yicheng and Jiang Chongyu as advisors. The Imperial Decree is ready, just follow it.”
He actually despised Sang Jue.
But if he died, the one who could succeed his throne would be him.
It was truly laughable!
“Please reconsider, Emperor!”
Pei Muyang had not expected the Emperor to have arranged posthumous matters.
He was heading to the island with a resolve to meet death!
“Pei Muyang, let go, don’t disappoint me.”
With those words, Pei Muyang sat down on the ground, defeated.
“I am not a good Emperor, but I will be a good husband.”
Leaving that remark behind, he stepped out and followed Tan Yunjian onto the island.
