The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 183 - Hong Zhao

She was startled, “What are you doing? Are you pressing on your wound?”

He Ying shook his head, his face pale, smiling, “It still hurts. Kiss again.”

Was she considered his painkiller?

Sang Yan was both annoyed and amused, “Stop it. Didn’t you hear what the Imperial Physician said?”

He Ying was unconcerned, “Just scare-mongering.”

“If you won’t listen, I will. Behave.”

She propped herself up and moved away from him.

He was persistent, wrapping his arms around her from behind, whispering tenderly, “It’s so nice with you here.”

Sang Yan turned to look at him, “Let go. I’m going to get you some water.”

He shook his head and kissed her lips, “The water is here.”

Sang Yan: “…”

In the end, he played with her for quite a while.

Daring not to rouse his vigour, she kissed him briefly before pushing him away and escaping from the room.

He was taking advantage of his injury, ah, indeed grown arrogant because of it.

They slept separately at night.

And during the day, tried to minimize their alone time.

Even if they were alone, they stayed on the open deck of the ship.

Sang Yan had grown fond of watching the sea.

Especially with the presence of her beloved, this peaceful and tranquil mood always brought a smile to her lips.

Like now.

They were nestled together on a soft couch, gazing out at the vast sea.

A gentle sea breeze blew.

Taking away the troubles between their hearts.

Making them feel expansive and free.

Only, Pei Muyang would often disrupt this tranquility, “Emperor, Lady, the wind is strong at sea, better return to your room.”

Each time Sang Yan heard this, she would urge He Ying back to the room.

As for her?

“I have a thick cloak, not cold at all.”

“Neither am I cold.”

He Ying, in a henpecked tone, simply wanted to stay by her side.

At this time, Sang Yan could only compromise, helping him toward the room, “Stop it. Your wound cannot be exposed to the wind.”

He Ying leaned his head against her, then gave a fake cough.

Sang Yan was startled and quickly touched his forehead, fearing he had a fever.

Ever since the wound was treated, she was worried sick.

If he had a fever, it indicated the wound was infected, which would be very serious.

“I’m fine. Just a sore throat.”

“I’ll have someone make you throat-soothing tea.”

“Okay.”

He Ying returned to the room and lay in bed.

When Sang Yan brought the throat-soothing tea, he opened his mouth waiting to be fed.

Sang Yan indulged him, “Drink slowly. It’s a bit hot.”

“Mm.”

He Ying smiled contentedly, sipping the sweet tea, feeling bubbles of happiness in his heart.

Because of his poisoned injury, the ship increased its sailing speed.

Originally, it would have taken ten days to reach Quanzhou, but they arrived in just eight.

As soon as Pei Muyang disembarked, he sent someone to inform the Quanzhou Governor Gao Wenliang to come to receive the Emperor.

Knowing that the Emperor had sailed in search of the Empress, Gao Wenliang had been awaiting news, and upon hearing it, he did not delay, taking his people to the dock immediately.

The dock was bustling.

Many people who lived near the sea spotted the numerous military ships from afar.

Piecing together the Emperor’s quest for the Empress at sea, they understood the Emperor had returned.

They all gathered at the dock, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sovereign’s visage.

Seeing this, Gao Wenliang immediately organized people to disperse the crowd.

Only after the crowd had thinned did he dare to go up to welcome the royal entourage.

He Ying did not wish to reveal his true face before the people, so stayed in the cabin’s room waiting for Gao Wenliang to disperse the crowd.

Now, with fewer people, he took Sang Yan’s hand and stepped out of the room.

“Quanzhou Governor Gao Wenliang pays his respects to the Emperor, Empress—”

He knelt and kowtowed.

The soldiers behind him followed suit, all kneeling and kowtowing.

The scene was indeed grand.

After all, a king, no matter how low-profile, still commands an impressive spectacle.

“Rise.”

He Ying lifted a hand, and seeing the carriage not far away, pulled Sang Yan toward it.

Soldiers had already brought a footstool.

He Ying assisted Sang Yan onto the carriage and then boarded it himself.

The party set off for Quanzhou Prefecture.

Gao Wenliang rode ahead on horseback to the mansion to check on security, food, and the rooms.

After confirming everything was in order, he waited outside the mansion gate.

The carriage slowly arrived.

He ran forward, greeting with a respectful smile, “Emperor, Empress, it’s been a hard journey, please enter and rest.”

This time, He Ying was the first to descend from the carriage.

After dismounting, he helped Sang Yan down.

Witnessing the scene, Gao Wenliang silently marveled at the Emperor’s tenderness and consideration. In front of the Empress, he showed not a trace of imperial authority. He must be deeply in love. No wonder he personally led a search across the sea.

“Let’s not be wasteful; keep it simple.”

Sang Yan, observing the bustle in the State Mansion, reminded everyone.

Gao Wenliang immediately responded, “Yes. This servant understands.”

He led the way to the best guest room in the mansion for the Emperor and Empress.

In the guest room

Maids had already brought in steaming, abundant food.

As they entered, hot water for washing hands and faces was also served.

Both Sang Yan and He Ying washed their hands.

Looking at the spread of food, neither had an appetite.

He Ying felt unwell, and his appetite was small.

Sang Yan was preoccupied with concerns and also had no desire to eat.

She coaxed He Ying into eating some food and managed a few bites herself before speaking to Gao Wenliang, “I’m not feeling well, and I’ve heard of a Divine Doctor in Quanzhou, called Hong Zhao. Go and find him. Also, issue a notice seeking renowned physicians skilled in detoxification.”

Hearing the first part, Gao Wenliang glanced at Sang Yan’s belly, assuming she was pregnant.

As for whose child it might be?

He thought too much and doubted it was the Emperor’s.

After all, the Empress had been missing for so long, and being a delicate and pretty woman, her innocence was surely hard to keep.

Alas, the Emperor was deeply affectionate, treasuring a woman who had lost her purity as if she were a precious gem.

The latter part made him think of the Emperor’s poisoning, guessing that the Emperor’s injury was not yet healed.

Thinking of the Emperor, he looked towards him, awaiting his directive.

He Ying nodded, “Do as the Empress instructed. In the future, whatever the Empress asks of you, just do it.”

Hearing this, Gao Wenliang’s heart skipped a beat as he fought to maintain his composure, “Yes.”

Being sharp-minded, he instantly recognized that this Empress, despite her fragile appearance, wielded real power.

He must be careful to serve her well in the future.

With that thought, he bowed and excused himself, then arranged for notices to be written seeking physicians skilled in detoxification.

Additionally, he organized a large search for the whereabouts of the Divine Doctor Hong Zhao.

He was an efficient leader and his subordinates were highly effective.

Soon

Notices were posted all over Quanzhou’s streets and alleys.

The townspeople crowded around to read.

Someone read aloud, “A generous reward for a physician skilled in detoxification. Who could be poisoned?”

With the arrival of distinguished guests in Quanzhou today, the State Officials had issued this notice.

The people, having their wits about them, speculated in their hearts.

Including Hong Zhao.

She hid in the crowd, seated in a wooden wheelchair, dressed in plain white, her jet-black hair cascading down, fragile and pitiable in appearance.

Yet, listening to the townsfolk’s discussions and glancing at the notice on the wall, her dark pupils gradually became cold and profound.

“Lady, the moment you returned, the search began,” remarked Qing Wu, the accompanying maid, who gazed at the notice and lowered her eyes, speaking softly, “Mr. Jiu’s news was indeed timely.”

Upon hearing this, Hong Zhao’s pale face broke into a faint smile, her delicate fingers stroking the Snow Monkey lying on her lap.

The Snow Monkey was covered in snow-like fur, the size of a small child.

Pleasured by her strokes, it made chirping sounds and rubbed its head against her palm.

“His thoughts have always been meticulous,” Hong Zhao said with a smile, tickling the Snow Monkey’s chin.

“Of course, otherwise, how could the Snow Monkey he sent be so adept at winning the lady’s favor?” Qing Wu said, looking at the Snow Monkey on her legs.

The Snow Monkey, referred to as Ah Jiu, kept chirping incessantly, as if in agreement.

Qing Wu glanced towards the State Mansion and couldn’t help saying, “I wonder what kind of exceptional beauty the Empress is, to make—”

Her words were cut off by Hong Zhao’s severe coughing.

“Cough, cough, cough—”

Hong Zhao’s face turned bright red, as if she would cough out her internal organs.

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Frightened, Qing Wu quickly took out a medicine bottle and handed it to her.

“This servant misspoke. My lady mustn’t be upset.”

“Take it away,” Hong Zhao said with furrowed brows, pushing the bottle away, her voice soft but cold.

Qing Wu’s complexion also turned pale, “My lady—”

Hong Zhao spoke impatiently, “Take it away, cough, cannot you understand? Cough, cough, cough—”

Sadly, her severe coughing reduced any hint of intimidation.

Instead, it elicited pity.

Knowing her temperament, Qing Wu put the bottle away.

After a long bout of coughing, Hong Zhao pointed to the notice, “Take that down.”

“Yes.”

Qing Wu peeled off the notice and respectfully handed it to her.

Hong Zhao took it, then glanced at her, “Once we’re in the State Mansion, if you speak out of turn—”

The look in her eyes carried a chilling fear.

Qing Wu, shivering, responded quickly, “Rest assured, my lady. This servant dares not err again.”