The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 113 - Missing

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Missing

Old Zhang, the jailer, came to deliver the food.

He dropped the crude and simple meal, hollering like he was feeding a dog, “Hey, hey, you there, stop lying down and come eat.”

There was no response.

His voice was so loud, it scared away a few flies.

Old Zhang also noticed that his wound had turned a dark, blackened mess and jumped in fright: Shit, is he dead? Attracting flies already?

He hurried in to check.

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Upon seeing him, he was moved with pity: This young man, when he first arrived, how handsome and noble he looked, and now just after two days, he almost didn’t look human.

Being around fifty, and thinking of his own son of similar age, he really couldn’t stand by indifferently, so he immediately called for a doctor and even reported his condition to the higher-ups.

When Pei Muyang visited, Jiang Ke had already been cleaned of his filth, his wounds redressed, and he’d been put in clean prison clothes, making him barely presentable.

But his complexion was wan and weak, his eyes bloodshot, and he was breathing so faintly, as if he might take his last breath at any moment.

“Young Master Heir, why put yourself through this?” Pei Muyang said as he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, speaking in a low voice, “The Emperor values Lord Sang as much as his own eyes. Why did you have to target her of all people? Listen to my advice, there are plenty of good women out there, and you’re still so young. Look to the long term.”

Jiang Ke’s eyes burned with hatred: “You stupid… Emperor! If you can, just… just kill me!”

It took him stumbling over those words and all his strength to say them.

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, Pei Muyang stopped persuading him, instructed Old Zhang to take good care of him, and left.

Returning to the palace, he served beside the Emperor, watching as the Emperor examined a letter, his expression stern, silent and uncommunicative.

“Your Majesty, what’s wrong?”

Pei Muyang glanced at the letter, recognizing Sang Yan’s handwriting, and a bad premonition emerged: Did Lord Sang know about Jiang Ke’s incident? Was she writing to reproach him?

His premonition was half right.

Sang Yan indeed knew about Jiang Ke’s situation, but she wasn’t writing to reproach. Instead, she was asking about their upcoming marriage, offering many suggestions, saying she was looking forward to it with nice and pleasing words.

But one can’t solely judge matters by appearances.

By speaking in this way, firstly, she was showing her sincerity by being concerned about the wedding; secondly, she was trying to cheer him up; and thirdly, she was implying that he shouldn’t implicate the innocent.

She was pleading for Jiang Ke.

Even though she hadn’t mentioned Jiang Ke by a single word in her letter.

He Ying felt jealous.

He would rather she openly asked him to release Jiang Ke, rather than being so cautious.

Because she cared, she was cautious.

Damn it!

He Ying continued to clench the letter without answering Pei Muyang, instead asking, “How’s the boy doing?”

Pei Muyang answered truthfully: “He’s a tough one, not afraid of death.”

He Ying’s face grew even colder upon hearing that: “He’s just like his brother. I heard his brother knelt for three days before their parents to marry Sang Yan. These two brothers are really lovesick fools!”

So many men loved her, and he feared his love wasn’t deep enough, that she would think he was just so-so.

That’s why he felt even more anxious.

Pei Muyang carefully weighed his words and advised, “They can be as lovesick as they want, but they have no fate with Lord Sang. Deep love but shallow fate doesn’t lead to good outcomes. It’s different for Your Majesty and Lord Sang; you two have both deep love and deep fate, a match made in heaven.”

These sweet nothings did not cheer up He Ying.

With furrowed brows, he gave the order, “Go to Long Chan Temple.”

Since the first blood rain occurred, he hadn’t seen her.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that she didn’t let him come, saying something about needing sincerity to worship the Buddha and that his visit would distract her.

He could only suppress his feelings, tormented by his longing.

Thankfully, it would all be over in just over ten days.

*

Sang Yan waited for a reply from He Ying.

She hadn’t expected him to come in person.

It had been a few days since she had seen him, and out of sight, out of mind; but upon seeing him, her longing overflowed.

“He Ying!”

She walked out of the room, saw him, and rushed forward a few steps, smiling as she flung herself into his arms.

With just an embrace, He Ying suddenly let go of all his worries—how could that greenhorn even compare to him? And what did it matter how deeply he felt? Sang Yan was his. Besides, his Ah Yan was so wonderful that she deserved to be loved deeply.

“Everyone, leave us.”

He wrapped his arms around Sang Yan’s waist, dismissed the crowd, and entered the room with a smile.

“I was going to ask if you missed me. Judging by this, you surely did.”

His eyes twinkled with laughter as he stepped into the room, set her down, and pressed her against the door.

A kiss.

A passionate kiss.

Sang Yan felt she would soon be completely devoured by him.

“He, He Ying—”

She pushed against him, to no avail, so she bit at his Adam’s apple.

He winced in pain, stopped, and complained, “Why did you bite me?”

Sang Yan clutched at her chest, gasping for air for a while before she wiped the sweat off her forehead and straightened her disheveled dress, chiding him, “Look at you, like a wolf, and you have the nerve to say that?”

He Ying had nothing to say.

He had indeed been unable to contain himself and really wanted to swallow her whole.

She was so delicate.

He had not been gentle enough.

“Sorry, I was too impetuous.”

He brushed away the hair sticking to her lips and gently kissed her.

This time, it was extremely tender.

The endless tenderness left Sang Yan thirsty.

She pushed him away to get a drink.

He watched her with a smile. “I want to drink too.”

Sang Yan poured a cup for him and pushed it in front of him, “Drink this. It’s tea that Master Yixuan sent, very fragrant.”

He Ying shook his head: “I want you to feed me.”

As to how to feed him?

Sang Yan’s thoughts were unclean.

“No way!”

She handed him the cup, “Drink it yourself. Be decent. Don’t make a fuss.”

He Ying pulled her onto his lap, took the water, drank a sip, then bent his head down and kissed her lips.

Sang Yan: “…”

This guy was never serious!

She got so angry that she bit him.

Which was exactly what he intended.

Until they were both panting hard.

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Sang Yan, limp as a bone, nestled in his arms, completely powerless.

He Ying teased with a smile, “Seeing you like this, how can I dare to let you meet other men?”

Just with a kiss, you melt into water, so vulnerable and irresistible, too worrisome for me.

“After we’re married, I’ll hide you away and never let you leave my side again.”

His words carried a playful tone.

But still, Sang Yan blushed fiercely: “What’s wrong with me like this? If you don’t like it, stay away from me.”

With that, she pushed him away and tried to get down.

He Ying held her tight, buried his head in her neck, kissing and laughing, “Who said I didn’t like it? I love it to death. Can’t you feel it?”

Sang Yan: “…”

She felt it, struggling to get down: “That’s enough, stop it, let me go.”

He Ying no longer dared to hold her like that; otherwise, it would be hard to stop, so he let her go, and resumed a serious demeanor: “Let’s talk seriously. I promised I’d release Jiang Ke, but I suspect the moment he’s free, he’ll come to see you. Ah Yan, I don’t want you to see him, I don’t want you to talk to him. Can you do that?”