The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 342 - 339: The Curse

Qing Wu didn’t know how to rescue Sang Yan, but she couldn’t let that show.

She looked at the slowly bleeding wound on He Ying and thought of a way to buy time, "I think, Emperor, you should prioritize your recovery. Otherwise, even if I ask you to lead me to Beiqi to save someone now, your willingness exceeds your strength."

He Ying saw through Qing Wu’s stalling tactics and mocked her, "Whether my body is well or not is not for you to worry about. You just need to provide the method, I have plenty of people to carry out the rescue."

Qing Wu disagreed and retorted, "There’s only one chance, do you trust others, Emperor?"

He Ying responded, "That is still my concern. It has nothing to do with you. I want the method now."

Qing Wu couldn’t provide a method.

She thought for a long time but only remained silent.

Sometimes silence is more useful than anything else.

It doesn’t let people see your hand.

But He Ying actually didn’t care about Qing Wu’s hand. Seeing her silent, he knew she was incompetent.

A maid dares to play the role of his Ah Yan?

Asking for death!

He would make her regret it!

"Since you won’t speak, then don’t blame me for being ruthless."

He looked at Pei Muyang and gave the icy command, "Drag her out! Fifty beatings with the rod!"

"He Ying! Wait!"

Qing Wu didn’t want to be punished and, in her panic, came up with a method, "Qi Wuya is shrewd and decisive, never swayed by others’ opinions. After his coronation, he enacted a series of popular policies, gaining the people’s hearts. Everybody in Beiqi subserves him. It is very difficult to conquer them from within. Beiqi winters are cold, with snow covering the skies, making it hard for armies to march long distances. In the Northern Border during winter, there is an unspoken agreement to cease hostilities. The military and civilians of Beiqi indulge in comfort, their defenses lax. This is an opportunity to wage war. Especially in recent years, Mengka Country has been focusing on developing cavalry suited for the snow, excelling in short-line combat. If the Emperor could ally with them, you could certainly force him to hand over the person."

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He Ying had thought about it and would act on it, but it was too troublesome and was no quick way to rescue someone.

"Is that all?"

He scoffed, "You think you’re a military advisor now, giving strategic pointers in front of me?"

A maid dares to casually discuss the wartime affairs of three countries?

"What are you standing there for?"

He lost the patience to argue with her and looked at Pei Muyang, ordering coldly, "Drag her out! Seventy beatings with the rod!"

If it weren’t for her laughable ideas on waging war to rescue someone, he wouldn’t have wanted to increase her punishment!

She was too stupid!

Such a stupid person impersonating Sang Yan and deceiving him for so many days, simply deserving death!

Had it not been for her bearing Sang Yan’s face, he would have killed her without hesitation.

Thinking of her face, he looked deeply, with a hint of nostalgia, a touch of infatuation, and some murderous intent.

"You shouldn’t have that face. Ah Yan is unique."

He stared at her face as if to imprint Sang Yan’s likeness into his memory, then said with feigned compassion, "Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt a bit."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling for her to be taken away.

Qing Wu was stunned.

She didn’t perceive the underlying intent in He Ying’s words to ruin her appearance and wondered: Why was she receiving twenty more beatings? Was what she said wrong? Allying with Mongka Country to pressure Beiqi would surely lead to Sang Yan’s release. Why would he want to beat her? Did he no longer care for Sang Yan? And yet, he would have her face the punishment with Sang Yan’s appearance?

In reality, she was overthinking it.

When she was dragged out and felt the splash of cold water on her face.

No, not water!

A searing pain exploded from her face.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much! My face! What’s happened to my face! What did you just do to me?"

Qing Wu, with terror-filled eyes, pushed away the eunuch holding her down and rushed to Pei Muyang, clutching his clothes fiercely, shouting questions at him, "Speak! What did you just do to me? My face, my face—"

She screamed in anguish, clutching her face in pain, only to see fresh blood flowing between her fingers.

Her pupils dilated in disbelief, staring at the bright red blood on her hands, "Ah! My face! You’ve ruined my face! No! This can’t be!"

Crying, she knelt before Pei Muyang, pleading, "Save me! Mr. Pei, save me! You can’t do this to me!"

Pei Muyang looked at the woman covered in blood, pitiful and distressed, no longer with respect, but full of disgust, "Qing Wu, right? From the moment you swapped faces with the Empress, you should have anticipated this fate. We can’t do this to you, but how did you treat the Empress? You swapped her out! You even fooled everyone in the Imperial Palace with her face!"

With that, he kicked her away and turned to a eunuch beside him, giving the order, "Take good care of her. Seventy strokes, not one less. Just leave her with a breath."

No one cared what she would end up looking like.

She was already a discarded chess piece!

"Crack!"

The blow struck Qing Wu’s back fiercely.

Qing Wu screamed in pain, but it was nothing compared to the agony on her face.

She could distinctly feel her face tearing apart, as though it was being corroded by something.

"Save me! Save me! He Ying... He Ying... you can’t do this to me!"

She cried and roared until her voice was hoarse, but it didn’t bring any help.

Her face was destroyed!

Only now did she understand what He Ying meant by his words – "You shouldn’t have this face". Ah Yan was unique.

So, he intended to destroy her face to ensure Sang Yan’s uniqueness!

How laughable!

She didn’t even qualify to be a double, no, she didn’t even deserve to share Sang Yan’s face!

Such an insult!

In her collapse, she laughed madly, "Haha, He Ying, you will regret this! For doing this to me, I curse you!"

For a woman in her prime to have lost her face, what was left for her?

"You have destroyed me! He Ying! You have truly destroyed me! Hahaha—"

Crying, laughing, she screamed, "I curse you to never obtain your love in each and every life. He Ying, my today will be Sang Yan’s tomorrow."

In extreme pain, with nothing left to lose or fear, she exclaimed, "Hahaha, He Ying, I curse you, everything you’ve done to me will befall her. Sang Yan, Sang Yan, hahaha, you will suffer a thousand times more than I have."

Her despairing and piercing screams filled the hall.

He Ying, disturbed by her curses, ordered anxiously, "Gag her! Gag her mouth for me!"

He was afraid her words would come true for Sang Yan.

He should not have listened to her nonsense; he should have cut her tongue first.

"Yes."

A palace attendant went out to convey the message.

Soon the sounds ceased.

He Ying’s ears enjoyed the silence, but his heart was still in turmoil: how was Sang Yan doing now? Had she reached Qi Wuya’s side? Was Qi Wuya treating her well? Was he forcing her to do things she didn’t want to do? Was she being mistreated?

Days had passed in a blink, and only now had he realized that the person beside him was an impostor!

He was so useless!

The moment Sang Yan was taken, how panicked and disappointed she must have been!

She was so afraid of Qi Wuya; even hearing his name would give her nightmares.

He had promised to protect her.

But he had broken his promise.

Endless worry and self-reproach, along with a strong sense of defeat, overwhelmed him.

Red-eyed and holding his head, he was engulfed in immense pain: Sang Yan... Ah Yan... I’m sorry... I’m sorry... wait for me... I will definitely save you...

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