The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 87 - 0: Last Will
Chapter 87: Chapter 087: Last Will
Sang Yan had heard too many of He Ying’s sweet nothings to really be taken by them anymore, but when she actually heard them, she still found herself moved, shocked: Good heavens, can sweet talk truly be this enticing?
I’m impressed.
She really was impressed by his skill in whispering sweet nothings.
It was too much for her.
She quickly changed the subject, “Alright. Hurry up and see what Wan Jianzheng wrote in his last words.”
Only then did He Ying remember that he had Wan Zhang’s last letter, so he opened it: “Life and death are determined by fate, disaster and fortune by numbers, all is but what I have sought.”
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A mere thirteen characters.
It was as if he was talking about himself, yet it seemed he was using himself to speak about someone else.
After reading it three times, He Ying felt this ‘someone else’ was him.
What does it mean?
Was it hinting that Sang Yan still had other trials to face?
He Ying couldn’t understand it, his brow furrowed with irritation, “This Wan Zhang, on the verge of death, still speaking in such an enigmatic way.”
Sang Yan seemed to understand yet not, “His meaning should be… he knew his own fate and accepted it. He didn’t want the Emperor to be saddened by it, I guess.”
“The Emperor saddened by him? What a joke!”
He Ying said this, but he still carefully folded the letter and placed it in a golden box by the bed.
Seeing this, Sang Yan asked, “What’s this?”
He Ying quickly closed the box, “Nothing much. Just some trinkets.”
Sang Yan felt something was fishy, “What trinkets? Let me see.”
She wanted to look, but as soon as she touched the box, He Ying caught her hand.
He Ying stopped her, smiling helplessly, “Ah Yan, stop looking, there’s really nothing worth seeing.”
Humph, the more you hide, the more it shows.
Sang Yan became even more curious, frowned, and pouted, “Can’t I even look at some trinkets now? Does love really fade away, is that it?”
He Ying: “…”
What an absurd comparison.
He couldn’t refuse.
He could only let go of her hand, but before she opened it, he looked at her with a deep gaze, “Ah Yan, looking will come at a cost. Now I can touch you freely.”
Humph, a threat!
Sang Yan was not afraid, stubbornly she looked inside: A slingshot? Glass beads? Storybooks? A Jade Ring? Jade Frost Ointment?
Indeed, they were all trinkets.
Wait a second—
The storybook seemed to be no ordinary book.
She took it out, opened it, and the next moment she tossed it back as if her hands were scorched, “You, you—”
Sure enough, every man’s hidden treasure would not be complete without an erotic painting.
He Ying wore an innocent face, “You insisted on looking.”
The next moment, he picked it up again, opened it, and looked at her with a mischievous grin, “You wanted to see so much, come on, let’s look together.”
Sang Yan was embarrassed, her pretty face blushing crimson, her whole body tense as she quickly stood up, “Look at what! How vulgar! Have you forgotten about Wan Zhang’s matter?”
Wan Zhang’s afterlife arrangements, although settled, to be interred in the Emperor’s Mausoleum, had yet to be managed.
After all, his real murderer was still at large.
Thinking of this, He Ying also lost any mood for romance, “Ah Yan, you really know how to kill the mood.”
Sang Yan didn’t argue, smiling as she shooed him away, “Alright, you better go and keep busy.”
He Ying didn’t want to leave.
He had almost lost her.
His heart had yet to settle.
“I’ll stay with you a little longer.”
He spoke tenderly, “You just escaped danger, you must still be shaken.”
Sang Yan thought about it and didn’t refuse again.
Just then—
“Miss, have some calming soup.”
Qiuzhi brought a bowl of medicinal soup over.
He Ying took it, holding the spoon to feed her, “Come on, open your mouth—”
Sang Yan dodged, “I can do it myself.”
He Ying insisted, “I want to feed you.”
Sang Yan: “…”
Fine.
Let him go.
She opened her mouth and sipped spoonful after spoonful, frowning continuously from the bitterness.
Finally, she finished it.
He placed the bowl back onto the plate in Qiuzhi’s hands and waved for her to leave.
Qiuzhi quietly withdrew.
In the next moment, she saw the Emperor embrace the young lady’s neck and kiss her.
Oh my!
She was so startled that she almost couldn’t steady the plate. Regaining her composure, she quickly covered her mouth and ran out.
For He Ying, it was a bitter kiss.
But after bitterness, it turned sweet.
Sweet and tender.
Sang Yan almost suffocated.
“Emperor… He Ying…”
Her voice was tempting enough to commit a sin.
He Ying felt as though he was submerged in a soft dream.
Was this truly what a woman’s body felt like?
“He… Ying—”
Using all her strength, Sang Yan pushed him away.
A fiery light danced in He Ying’s eyes, his rationality shattering.
That feeling of intense heat was like an affliction, yet not quite.
Sang Yan looked into his eyes and, before he completely lost control, she whispered softly, “He Ying, try to calm down.”
He Ying felt he couldn’t calm down.
To avoid harming her, he gave her a deep look and stood up to leave, “Pei Muyang, prepare the bath, I need to wash.”
He said it was a bath, but in reality, it was a cold shower.
Sang Yan knew it, yet didn’t understand: was just a kiss worth all this?
She was inexperienced, still untouched, unaware of a man’s urgent desire that burned like wildfire.
When she saw him again, it was time for the evening meal.
After his bath, He Ying was still lost in improper thoughts, and he didn’t dare to see her. Instead, he dealt with Wan Zhang’s matter.
Xie Sui had already found evidence of Qu Zhi’s murder.
In fact, it was quite simple. In the past month, it wasn’t Sang Kun who had been visiting the Observatory but Qu Zhi.
However, Qu Zhi wouldn’t admit to the crime.
He Ying couldn’t be bothered to listen to his defenses and handed him over to Xie Sui for judgment.
He then reviewed petitions in the Imperial Study and managed to clear the ridiculous thoughts from his mind before daring to see her.
He had planned to have dinner with her.
But she had already started eating.
And she was with Xuanrao.
This woman just wouldn’t leave him in peace!
“Greeting the Emperor—”
Xuanrao had left the Imperial Palace and returned to the vast world, blooming even more radiantly and beautifully.
She was in a red dress, her makeup vivid, and a peony flower marked her forehead, utterly resplendent in her full bloom.
“Hmm.”
He Ying glanced at her, quickly withdrew his gaze, and sat beside Sang Yan to accompany her with the meal.
“The humble girl heard of the Sang Family incident outside, so she hurriedly entered the palace. Thankfully, the Emperor is insightful—”
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She was at the opening of her wine shop, dressed for a celebration, when she heard guests discussing the Sang Family. In her haste, she entered the palace without changing.
“She is the love of my life, and even if she does something wrong, I will protect her unconditionally. You need not worry.”
He Ying was making a promise as well as sending someone away.
He didn’t want to see Xuanrao staying close to Sang Yan.
Sang Yan thought his words were impolite and whispered, “I haven’t done anything wrong yet, and the Empress Dowager almost took my life. At that time, the Emperor didn’t come either.”
She also harbored some resentment over the Emperor not being there when she was in danger.
She was truly desperate then.
He Ying was also desperate. When he saw her covered with a white cloth, he nearly wanted to destroy heaven and earth. Thankfully, thankfully, she was still there, and everything was still possible.
It’s just—
“I will never forgive the Empress Dowager for that matter, nor will I forgive myself.”
