The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 93 - 0 Critical Illness
Chapter 93: Chapter 093 Critical Illness
The topic changed rather quickly.
Sang Yan was stunned for a moment before asking, “Why bring this up?”
Could it be that her words in front of Jiang Ke were known to him?
Indeed, there were no secrets in the Imperial Palace.
“I just want to know where I won your favor.”
“This…”
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Sang Yan thought of Lin Huiyin’s reply and said, “I plan to spend a lifetime answering this question. Do you have the patience to listen slowly?”
He Ying laughed, “Of course I do. Not just in this lifetime, in the next one, we will still be together.”
Sang Yan teased him, “How can you be sure about the next life?”
“Haven’t you heard? Fate is set for three lifetimes.”
“What if this is the third lifetime?”
“Don’t speak of such inauspicious things.”
He pressed down on her neck and sealed her lips with his mouth.
After their intimate moment, they returned to reading.
Time slowly flowed.
They were loving at the best of times.
But someone rushed in, panting, breaking the peaceful scene: “Emperor, it’s terrible, Emperor, the Empress Dowager is critically ill.”
It was the old eunuch before the Empress Dowager.
He Ying later understood that he had some ties with Yu Huai De, a distant uncle called Yu Xingxian.
Yu Xingxian had always been attending to the Empress Dowager.
Wiping his sweat, he relayed the near condition of the Empress Dowager, “After she fainted that day, she hasn’t woken up. These past two days, she can’t even swallow her medicine. Emperor, you should go quickly. The Empress Dowager… I fear she doesn’t have much time left.”
He Ying, having reached a verbal agreement with Empress Pei Wenjun, had ignored the Empress Dowager’s existence and hadn’t troubled her.
Now hearing Yu Xingxian say that the Empress Dowager was critically ill, he saw it as a ploy.
He was indifferent, coldly saying, “Since she doesn’t have much time left, then take good care of her. What use is there in telling me?”
Yu Xingxian fell to the ground, weeping, “A dying person’s words are kind. Emperor, please go and see the Empress Dowager for the last time. She looks towards Qingning Palace day and night, wanting to see you.”
He Ying sneered, “She wants to see me? I think she’s eager to head to Li Palace!”
Seeing the Emperor unmoved, Yu Xingxian immediately turned to plead with Sang Yan, “Lord Sang, please persuade the Emperor. On my life, the Empress Dowager really won’t last a few days.”
Sang Yan, seeing this, also felt that the old eunuch’s emotions were genuine, not false.
Though the Empress Dowager was not kind to her, she was still the Empress Dowager.
Before dying, the Emperor should indeed pay her a visit.
“Emperor, please go and see.”
“You are just too soft-hearted.”
He Ying, still respecting Sang Yan, stood up, ready to go.
Yu Xingxian then said, “Lord Sang, please accompany him. The Emperor’s temper—”
Before he could finish, Sang Yan understood: He Ying detested the Empress Dowager, and his words might indeed be harsh enough to hasten her death.
“You don’t have to go.”
He Ying, seeing that Sang Yan was moved, expressed his stance first, then kicked Yu Xingxian, shouting, “You blatant servant! Who are you to direct the master here!”
“Emperor, spare my life, Emperor, spare my life—”
Yu Xingxian lay on the ground, continuously kowtowing.
A man over fifty, his head banging pitifully loud.
“Enough.”
Sang Yan let Yu Xingxian stand up and said to He Ying, “He is a loyal servant, why blame him? Let’s go, let’s see.”
He Ying said nothing further, took her hand, and exited the hall.
Outside the hall
Pei Muyang had prepared the carriage.
The two of them boarded the carriage and headed for Yongshou Palace.
Inside Yongshou Palace,
the scent of medicine pervaded the air.
The Empress Dowager lay on the bed, coughing several times and coughing up blood.
The Imperial Physician kneeled beside her, still advising, “Empress Dowager, your chest is oppressed, and your body is severely weakened. If this continues, I fear it will harm your fortune and longevity.”
His words were very euphemistic—If you keep worrying like this, you won’t live much longer.
The Empress Dowager was well aware of her own physical condition.
Coughing, she forced a smile, “Don’t be afraid, my lifespan is up, it’s not your fault. The Emperor won’t be furious, he might even reward you—”
The Imperial Physician trembled, “Empress Dowager, please don’t think like that. The Emperor is a filial son!”
The filial Emperor entered at that moment and heard the Empress Dowager’s words, sneering, “Right, the Empress Dowager is quite aware. If you die, I intend to set off fireworks to celebrate.”
The Imperial Physician: “…”
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My God, what kind of misery is this!
Why must I deal with this hot potato!
“Greetings, Your Majesty—”
The Imperial Physician kowtowed to the Emperor and said, “Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager’s illness is not optimistic, if you could serve the sick—”
He Ying waved his hand to cut him off, “Get lost!”
Asking him to serve the sick, he dared to say it!
The Imperial Physician couldn’t wait to scram, immediately kowtowed, grabbed his medicine chest, and ran out.
Silence returned to the hall.
But a few coughs sounded intermittently.
The Empress Dowager struggled to sit up, leaning against the pillow, and pointed at He Ying, weakly saying, “Calamity, what are you doing here? I’m not dead yet, you’ve come too early.”
Her face was pale, severely weak, but as stubborn as ever.
He Ying, furious, turned to leave but restrained himself, “You’ve raised a good servant, reporting your death to me in advance.”
Sang Yan: “…”
Such words could really infuriate someone!
She tugged at the Emperor’s sleeve, advising, “Your Majesty, be cautious with your words.”
Finished, she then looked at the Empress Dowager, “Why must you argue with him in your current state?”
The Empress Dowager gave a bitter smile, “You’re here too. It’s good you came. I have something to tell you. Come, cough, closer—”
She was always strong-willed. Approaching death with no one beside her bed, she felt no regret nor desire to see anyone.
But since Sang Yan had come, she might as well speak a few words.
He Ying interrupted, “You have something to say to me.”
He put his arm around Sang Yan’s shoulders, not letting her go over, who knew if the old thing would suddenly lash out, harming her?
Sang Yan was also wary and said, “Empress Dowager, what do you want to tell me? If you say it in the Emperor’s presence, perhaps it can be better handled.”
The Empress Dowager knew their thoughts and did not insist, coughing as she said, “I, cough, am dying, my only regret—”
Sang Yan: “…”
Inexplicably feeling this regret was related to the heir.
Her feelings were always accurate.
The Empress Dowager continued, “Da He’s lineage is scant! Cough, the late Emperor died young without a son, Xinyuan, oh Xinyuan—”
Her tears fell, her eyes a cloudy red, “I have never regretted my actions, only regret allowing you to indulge yourself, leading you to waste your prime years without a heir—cough, cough, cough—”
She leaned over the bed, coughing up a mouthful of blood, “I have failed the late Emperor, failed Da He—”
Sang Yan watched with mixed feelings: These people poisoned by feudal thoughts, even in death, cannot find freedom. Do they not consider, about to die, why bother with what happens after?
The Empress Dowager reached out, seemingly wanting to grasp something.
He Ying approached, “What exactly do you want to do?”
The Empress Dowager waved her hand dismissively, telling him to get lost, then looked at Sang Yan, “Throughout my life, I have never asked anyone for anything; but now, Sang Yan, I beg you, bear a heir for Da He. Otherwise, even in my grave, I won’t be at peace!”
