The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 184 - Interrogation

He had been longing for it for a long time.

But just then, Gao Wenliang came in with people, “Empress, your room has been prepared. Please have a look and let me know if there is anything missing. I will immediately arrange for it to be delivered.”

He thought he had done the right thing and was looking to gain favor, smiling as brightly as a flower on his face.

“Heh, Gao Wenliang, you really put my mind at ease with your work!”

He Ying felt his enthusiasm instantly doused by a chilling splash.

Sure enough, as soon as Sang Yan heard about the room, she smiled, “Good, I’ll go now.”

She had been struggling with whether or not to share a room with He Ying, but now, there was no struggle at all.

She left so quickly!

He Ying watched her, his heart aching, “Ah Yan—”

Sang Yan turned and left the room, disappearing from view.

He Ying, irritated, threw a teacup at Gao Wenliang, “Look at the great job you’ve done!”

“Bang!”

The teacup hit the ground and instantly shattered into pieces.

Gao Wenliang paled with fear and quickly knelt down, “The Emperor’s pardon. The Emperor’s pardon.”

Actually, he still didn’t understand what he did wrong.

Perhaps it was about finding the Divine Doctor?

He Ying couldn’t very well make a fuss about a room, so he seized on the matter of the Divine Doctor to express his anger, “Has the Divine Doctor been found? You don’t go looking for the Divine Doctor, but you have the spare time to worry about room affairs instead!”

And ruined his chance!

Absolutely unforgivable!

Gao Wenliang, wiping cold sweat, said, “The Emperor’s pardon. I will definitely assign more people and find the Divine Doctor as soon as possible.”

He Ying was still not appeased and yelled, “Not leaving yet? Get out, get out, get out, don’t block my sight here!”

“Yes. This servant takes his leave.”

Gao Wenliang retreated tremblingly.

He stepped out of the room and looked up at the moon, his face paler than the moonlight.

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Ah, to serve the Emperor is like accompanying a tiger!

Sang Yan slept in the neighboring room.

A night without dreams.

The next day

She got up very early to take care of He Ying personally.

Upon entering the room, she opened the windows to ventilate it.

Quanzhou was very large, but the Prefecture was rather small. Gao Wenliang was barely considered an honest official—at least he appeared to be—with the Prefecture buildings and furnishings being quite ordinary. Only because He Ying had come did they make an effort to put things in order, but it was less than half as good as the Imperial Palace.

Thinking that they would be staying here for detoxification and healing for a while, Sang Yan was a bit worried that he might not be accustomed to it.

She took another pillow and placed it behind He Ying, trying to make him more comfortable.

“Do you have anything you’d like to eat or use? I’ll have someone prepare it.”

“No need. How about you? Did you sleep well last night?”

He Ying, supported by pillows in bed, watched her bustle about, feeling both distressed and moved, “Enough. You should rest. Let the servants handle these things.”

“It’s all the same to me.”

Sang Yan wrung the water from a handkerchief and gently wiped his face.

These past days, He Ying had suffered from pain due to his injury, causing his temperament to become uncontrollably irritable.

Several palace maids had been frightened to tears by him.

She understood He Ying as well as those maids, so she took on everything herself.

And to take care of him, she was very pleased.

“Come, have a glass of water to start the day, it’s good for hydration.”

After helping him wash up, Sang Yan brought him a cup of warm water.

He Ying had been starting his days like this, and he was used to it, so without a word, he just drank it down.

Palace maids brought in breakfast.

Sang Yan helped him to a chair and reached for chopsticks to begin testing and serving the dishes.

He Ying, seeing this, quickly stopped her, “No, let Pei Muyang do it.”

He couldn’t bear to have her test the food.

If there was any danger, he could not afford the consequences.

Pei Muyang was in attendance and immediately picked up the conversation, “Lady, please give this servant some purpose. If you continue this way, this servant will have no reason to exist.”

He had thought that Sang Yan’s care for the Emperor would only be displayed on the boat, husband and wife in adversity, being closer without minding status; but now that they had moved into the Prefecture, she continued to show wifely consideration, not relying on others for food or attire, seemingly forgetting she was an Empress.

Sang Yan, hearing Pei Muyang say this, put down the chopsticks as well.

She waited for Pei Muyang to taste each dish before picking up the chopsticks again.

The two quietly finished their breakfast.

Sang Yan helped him out for a walk to aid digestion.

As noon approached, Gao Wenliang rushed in, breathless: “Emperor, Empress, good news!”

His voice preceded his arrival.

Sang Yan heard and her heart leapt with joy, she hurried out to greet him: “Mr. Gao, have you found the whereabouts of Divine Doctor Hong Zhao?”

Gao Wenliang’s eyes brimmed with smiles as he bowed and said: “Yes. I just received a message that the Divine Doctor has torn down the posting and is coming here in person.”

How coincidental?

A flicker of doubt crossed Sang Yan’s mind, but it was overwhelmed by excitement: With Divine Doctor Hong Zhao present, there was hope for an antidote to the poison within He Ying.

By this time, He Ying had also come out.

He saw the smile in Sang Yan’s eyes and couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips: “Good. Bring the person over.”

“Yes.”

Gao Wenliang received the order and hurried off once more.

Sang Yan approached He Ying and took his hand: “I just knew you’d be fine.”

She had been fraught with worry all along, and now, at last, she saw hope.

After everything, this was truly the best news.

“You need to cooperate with the Divine Doctor and receive treatment properly, no temper tantrums, okay?”

“Rest assured.”

He Ying pinched the palm of her hand, laughing: “I’m not a child, I know what’s important. You keep going on about it, my ears are about to develop calluses.”

Though he said that, his mood was very joyous; his mouth was grinning widely.

Her deep concern for him was proof enough of the weight he held in her heart.

He had never before imagined that one day he would be longing for a place in a woman’s heart.

Sang Yan was unaware of his thoughts, she smiled sweetly, holding his mischievous hand, savoring this tender warmth.

It wasn’t long before.

Gao Wenliang brought the person over.

Both were surprised to see the woman in the wheelchair.

There were many rumors about Divine Doctor Hong Zhao.

Aside from her miraculous medical skills, there was much talk of her character.

Rumors claimed she was good-looking and of a cold disposition.

But unexpectedly, while good-looking turned out to be true, the cold disposition did not seem to apply.

The woman sat in the wheelchair, dressed in plain, long robes, with eyes as deep as autumn waters, a small face, a pointed chin, a delicate and gentle temperament, and her crimson lips curved in a smile that made one irresistibly drawn to her.

However, her complexion was alarmingly pale.

The gown hung loosely on her, making her thin figure apparent.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to compare her to a supple willow bending in the breeze.

In modern terms, she was the very image of Lin Daiyu.

“Emperor, Empress, greetings—”

Hong Zhao spoke softly to pay respects, then coughed violently a few times.

As if she might cough her last at any second.

Sang Yan put away her scrutinizing gaze and quickly poured her a cup of water, personally handing it to her: “Please, no need for formalities.”

This task was not something she ought to do.

But He Ying’s recovery relied on this Divine Doctor.

She had read plenty of novels, where characters titled “Divine Doctor” carried a hint of arrogance.

She needed to show sincerity and respect.

Besides, the Divine Doctor had a vulnerable and gentle demeanor that was quite endearing, and it earned her favor.

“Thank you, Empress.”

Hong Zhao looked up at Sang Yan, her voice low with gratitude.

She took the tea cup, sipped it, and quietly masked a hint of contempt in her eyes.

She had heard that she might encounter an incomparably gorgeous woman.

But that was all there was to it.

He Ying was also inspecting Hong Zhao, and once she finished her drink, he asked: “Are you Hong Zhao?”

Hong Zhao nodded: “Yes.”

“You posted the notice?”

“Correct.”

“It seems you are very confident in your medical skill.”

“The Emperor can rest easy. I will do my utmost to cure the Emperor of poison.”

“How do you know I have been poisoned?”

He looked to Gao Wenliang, suspecting he had informed her.

Gao Wenliang quickly knelt down: “Forgive me, Emperor. I did not inform her, nor did I disclose Your Majesty’s identity.”

The Emperor had survived an assassination attempt in Quanzhou; Gao wouldn’t have the courage to let information about the Emperor’s poisoning leak, not for all the money in the world.

He Ying, believing Gao Wenliang’s words, raised his eyebrows and looked at Hong Zhao again: “How did you know the person you were to meet was me? And that I had been poisoned?”

He was interrogating her.

He didn’t trust her.

Hong Zhao knew she should have waited for them to search for her desperately.

That way, their guard would have been much lower.

But she disliked waiting.

“Emperor ascending to Quanzhou is known by every citizen there. Naturally, I am aware too. And when you appeared, the State Official issued the notice; the implication is unmistakable. As to why it was not the Empress who was poisoned, but Your Majesty? Emperor, I am a doctor; judging from your pallor, I have my ways of knowing.”

Her answer was leak-proof.