The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 178 - Spikes
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Jiang Ke died on an unnamed island.
Jiang Ke was their taboo!
Sang Yan knew she should not mention him, but he had died trying to save her, leaving him utterly alone on that unnamed island—it was more than she could bear.
Sure enough.
The moment He Ying heard the name Jiang Ke, the smile on his face faded slightly.
Though his eyes remained gentle, Sang Yan could tell he was displeased.
“Ah Yan, you should know that I hate him. He kidnapped you the night before our wedding, forcing you into this dangerous, unstable life—I will never forgive him.”
In his view, had it not been for Jiang Ke, would they have endured such trials?
And those three cities, won with the blood of countless soldiers—how could they just hand them over to someone else?
“But he is dead.”
Sang Yan closed her eyes, her retort weak: “With death comes the settling of debts. How can we quarrel with a dead man? Besides, Qi Wuya wanted him dead because he refused to collude and betray Da He.”
She respected Jiang Ke’s pride.
In fact, it was his pride that had changed her prejudices against him.
He had always been nothing but a brash and proud youth, full of love.
How could she let go, seeing the end he met?
Hearing her say this, He Ying’s brow furrowed even tighter: Was it guilt, gratitude, or love that made her want to see him?
Why had Jiang Ke kidnapped her on the eve of their wedding?
What had developed between them during that month?
He knew he shouldn’t think about these things, but he couldn’t help himself.
Jealousy, accompanied by pain, swept over him!
Finally, he asked, “Ah Yan, do you… harbor feelings for him?”
Did Sang Yan have Jiang Ke in her heart?
Perhaps there had been a time.
They had shared hardships for so long; surely there was a moment when her heart had wavered.
And now, he had died by her hand, his life forever burning his image into her heart.
But he was dead.
He became a perpetual thorn that could never be ignored between them.
Pain spread from her heart.
Sang Yan took a deep breath, calming herself.
She raised her eyes to look at He Ying, her gaze cold and quiet: “New yuan, tell me, if I had lost myself to him, what would you do?”
In this backward era, as the high and mighty Emperor Da He, could he truly accept a woman who was no longer pure?
Even though she and Jiang Ke had never breached that final barrier.
But there had indeed been intense encounters.
Wasn’t her purity lost as well?
He Ying had mentally prepared countless times for her loss of purity.
But hearing it now, it still felt unbearable.
Yet he couldn’t show it.
Being kidnapped by Jiang Ke was never her wish; she was a victim—how could he blame her further?
Especially after she had drifted so long and suffered so much.
“It’s my fault for not protecting you, letting him kidnap you. Whatever you’ve been through, Ah Yan, it’s not your fault. I won’t lie, I’m insanely jealous, but as long as you’re okay and still have me in your heart, those things don’t matter.”
His gaze was earnest and fervent, like a fire that blazed for her.
Sang Yan believed him.
If he had said directly that he didn’t mind, she would have doubted him, thinking him insincere, lying.
But he had been in pain, had struggled, and now had let go; thus, his words carried more weight.
“The past is past. What I want is our future. As long as you have me in your heart, Ah Yan, I only need you in your heart.”
“Xinyuan—”
Sang Yan’s defenses broke, tears falling involuntarily: “You, how can you be so good?”
No man could be so enlightened and understanding.
What had she done to deserve someone like him?
She thought again about her husband-killing fate, a destiny she had always ignored, but now it gnawed at her heart like ants.
“Xinyuan, I match with yours.”
“Don’t say that.”
He Ying sensed her withdrawal and said anxiously, “I don’t mind, I really don’t mind, Ah Yan, don’t leave me.”
Sang Yan shook her head, tears falling even more fiercely, “I’m scared. I’m so scared. I killed Jiang Ke, I nearly killed you, Xinyuan, my husband-killing fate… maybe it’s real.”
She thought of the original owner’s three mysteriously deceased fiancés, the husband who drowned on his wedding night, and Jiang Ke, who truly died by her hand, even He Ying from Puluo Country who nearly died several times to save her…
“It’s not. Don’t think like that.”
He Du saw her pained expression and hurriedly held her in his arms, reassuring her, “If I hadn’t fallen in love with you, if we hadn’t married, Jiang Ke wouldn’t have been so provoked as to abduct you to Puluo Country, and he wouldn’t have died. And I, if not for you, would have died at the hands of Qi Wuya long ago.”
“That’s not how it is, it’s not like you say—”
Sang Yan was trapped in a dead end, very emotional.
She turned away, not wanting to see He Ying anymore.
She couldn’t harm him further.
Perhaps she should have left him long ago.
I’ll leave once I’m back in the country…
“Ah Yan, don’t leave me.”
He Ying saw her thoughts, held her tight, and interrupted her chaotic thoughts.
His chin buried in her neck, he finally felt at ease smelling her scent.
“What husband-killing fate, I don’t believe in those, nor do I care about them. I only know that I can’t live without you.”
“But I really… have caused many deaths.”
Sang Yan choked up, her hands clutching He Ying’s clothes tightly.
She didn’t want to part from him either.
But she was really scared.
If one day, she caused his death—
“Even if you caused my death, that would still be my wish. Since it’s my wish, I have no regrets, not even in life or death.”
He Ying’s gaze was intense, his words gentle yet assertive, “Besides, I am the Emperor, protected by the heavenly mandate, you didn’t cause my death this time, that means even the heavens can’t take me.”
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As he said this, he kissed her hair, his tone becoming more seductive and enthralling, “So, Ah Yan, you are destined to belong only to me!”
Sang Yan: “…”
Really?
She snuggled into his embrace, breathing in his pleasant scent.
She felt he was like the refreshing coolness under the scorching sun, filled with healing magic, gradually soothing her restless heart.
“Xinyuan—”
“Don’t think anymore.”
He Ying, fearing she would speak more disheartening words, directly sealed her lips.
His passion burned away her untimely thoughts.
Sang Yan felt as if she were in a wonderful dream.
In his kiss, her soul found a resting place.
Unconsciously, they ended up on the bed.
Sang Yan accidentally touched his wound.
“Hisss—”
He groaned in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
The intimate atmosphere between them instantly dissipated.
Sang Yan was startled, “Are you okay?”
She started to pull at his clothes, wanting to check his wound.
He Ying dodged her, but after a while, looking at her flushed lips, he wanted to kiss her again.
This time it was Sang Yan who dodged.
She pressed her hand on his shoulder and said sternly, “Settle down. Is the wound bleeding?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re sweating from the pain.”
“I am in pain.”
He smiled, bringing his face closer, “If you kiss me more, it won’t hurt.”
