The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 112 - : Not Marrying

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Not Marrying

“Emperor, please forgive this commoner for being unable to comply.”

Jiang Ke was a man of strong blood and was not afraid of Imperial Power, “This commoner’s heart belongs to someone I love, I cannot marry another. Even if death awaits, I am unafraid.”

“Silence! Jiang Ke!”

He Ying could not bear to see him express his true feelings and obsession for Sang Yan, Long Yan furiously said, “Insolent fool! You have the audacity to defy and offend your superior! Guards, administer fifty strokes and throw him in the Heavenly Prison.”

Jiang Ke: “…”

He did not beg for mercy.

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During the punishment, fifty strokes, each landing heavily on flesh, it did not take long before blood was drawn, yet he forcefully endured, not making a sound.

“…Thirty-two, thirty-three…”

The eunuchs counted the strokes, showing no mercy with each hit.

Jiang Ke was battered to the point of dizziness, confused from the pain, wondering: Why does it hurt so much? When will this end? Why does it feel like this punishment is endless?

“Puh—”

At the fortieth stroke, he forcefully spat out a mouthful of blood.

Pei Muyang saw this and, thinking of his youthful ignorance and deep affection, his heart softened. He advised, “Young Master Heir, just submit to the Emperor. Lord Sang is about to become the Empress, she truly is not a suitable match for you.”

Jiang Ke heard this and haughtily turned his head away, “No, do not persuade me. My decision is made.”

He liked Sang Yan, regardless of her identity.

His feelings were not of coveting, but of genuine love.

No one could deny his sincerity.

Pei Muyang: “…”

He could only watch as Jiang Ke completed his punishment, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, pitifully soaked as if he had been pulled out of water.

Drips of fresh blood sounded.

As he was dragged before the Emperor, a trail of blood marked the ground.

Most horrifying.

The smell of blood was strong.

He Ying, touching his nose, looked at Jiang Ke with disgust, “Do you realize your mistakes?”

Jiang Ke’s voice trembled with pain, “This commoner, this commoner does not acknowledge any.”

He just loved someone.

What was his fault?

Clearly, it was He Ying who, abusing his authority, robbed someone of their love!

Despicable!

“This commoner would gladly die for love, unrepentant to the end.”

He clenched his fist, blood dripping from his palm.

During the earlier punishment, he had clenched his fist so tightly that his nails had pierced his flesh, and he bit into the back of his hand, now his entire hand was bloody and a ghastly sight.

“Presumptuous!”

He Ying was enraged once again, “Stubborn fool! Unrepentant to death! Guards—”

He almost wished he could chop off his head.

Seeing the situation worsening, Pei Muyang hurriedly whispered, “Emperor, please, calm down, the Young Master Heir must not be killed.”

He scrutinized He Ying’s expression, giving his reasons, “Lord Sang fears most people dying because of her. If you kill him, you would fulfill his desires. A singular devotion through the ages, dying for love today, how tragically beautiful does that sound? Lord Sang might even be moved by him. A dead man is undefeatable. What if Lord Sang cannot forget him?”

Some things are better left unsaid.

Not to mention, He Ying was a smart man!

Now he found Jiang Ke unbearable: Neither beating nor killing was possible!

Just lock him up for now!

“In consideration of your previous merits, I will give you three days to reconsider. Otherwise, you will rot in prison.”

He Ying ordered him to be locked in the Heavenly Prison.

Pei Muyang whispered a reminder, “His injuries… Emperor, if he becomes disabled, Lord Sang would probably feel guilty and remorseful.”

Thinking of Sang Yan’s tender heart, He Ying pondered for a moment and then nodded, “Fine, send the Imperial Physician to see him.”

“Yes.”

Pei Muyang hurriedly accepted the command and left.

“Wait—”

He Ying shouted to stop him, “This matter must not reach Sang Yan’s ears.”

Pei Muyang hurriedly nodded, “Yes, your servant understands.”

However, there are no walls that do not let the wind through.

The next day

Sang Yan came to know about this matter.

The reason was Jiang’s mother’s arrival.

Jiang’s mother, from the Pan Family, had a fiery temperament and was not pleased with her daughter-in-law, the original owner of the body which Sang Yan now occupied.

Initially, when Sang Yan arrived, she thought to simply coast through life like a salted fish, but unintentionally irked Jiang Ke, caught his eye, and the subsequent rumors between them led to her being swiftly sent back to her family by Jiang’s mother.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship was far from pleasant.

Now, seeing each other again was equally awkward.

Naturally, the awkward one was Pan.

Pan had not expected that Sang Yan could climb up to the Emperor, even likely becoming the Empress.

She thought how the emperor, as if blinded by lust, did not fear her husband-killing fate.

Look at his eldest son, who died young, and the next son, who entered prison unjustly and was bound to die soon… didn’t that prove her husband-killing fate?

Every man associated with her faced disastrous fates.

“Marchioness, speak if you have something to say.”

Sang Yan observed Pan, inquiring about her purpose here.

Without a word, Pan knelt before her, “Sang Yan, please save my son. Ah Ling has only this one brother; he’s the sole scion of our Jiang family.”

Sang Yan: “…”

She was utterly confused, her eyes innocent and bewildered, “What are you talking about? What happened to Jiang Ke?”

Pan sobbed, “The Emperor decreed a marriage for my son. My poor son defied the decree and disrespected it, and the emperor had him beaten fifty times and thrown into the Heavenly Prison.”

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan sensed the reason stemmed from herself.

It wasn’t that she was narcissistic, but she understood He Ying—he wouldn’t suddenly arrange a marriage for Jiang Ke for no reason; it must have been to dispel his thoughts about her.

And Jiang Ke, this fool, this madman, was actually stubborn against the Emperor!

Wasn’t this courting death?

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“Why did the Emperor suddenly decide to decree a marriage for him?”

She inquired about the specifics.

Pan honestly recounted, “These days he’s been looking for Blood Rain Algae. We thought he wanted to achieve some merits, so we didn’t stop him. He indeed found it later and was summoned by the Emperor, who then decreed the marriage. With his temper, he refused on the spot and angered the Emperor. How can the Emperor award something the recipient doesn’t want?”

She knew that speaking these words was extremely disrespectful toward the Emperor.

An Emperor, the Lord of the World, grace is like thunder and rain—where do they get the power to refuse?

Sang Yan knew this, but as she wasn’t originally from ancient times, she could hardly accept it, nor did she want the Emperor to easily decide others’ marriages.

“I understand. I will speak to the Emperor and have him release Jiang Ke.”

She did not like Jiang Ke, couldn’t give him the happiness he wanted; what she could do was only protect his right to pursue happiness.

“Thank you.”

Pan cried out in gratitude, apologizing for her previous behavior, “I am sorry for neglecting you before. Ah Ling liked you so much, yet I did not treat you well. If Ah Ling knew, he would surely be sad.”

She mentioned her eldest son, Jiang Ling—it was out of genuine feeling and also to garner sympathy.

Considering the deep affection Jiang Ling held for her in the originally occupied body’s memories, Sang Yan felt compelled to save Jiang Ke!

*

Jiang Ke lay in the filthy and chaotic Heavenly Prison.

Several emaciated rats scurried around him.

His wounds had been treated, but the stuffy weather combined with the terrible environment had caused infections with pus oozing out.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”

Flies, attracted by the scent of fresh blood and rotting flesh, swarmed around him messily.

After a while, they landed, gathering into a dark mass on his wounds.

It looked disturbingly gruesome.

He developed a fever, his complexion bright red and his body burning hot, and he was already unconscious.

Only his dry, pale lips parted slightly, occasionally emitting a barely audible delirious murmur, “Ah… Ah… Yan…”