The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 121 - Fugitives

Chapter 121 -121 Fugitives

“You think the reason we lost Suxi is on us, right?”

He Ying asked pointedly.

Sang Jue was still playing dumb, “I don’t know what the Emperor is talking about.”

“You know.”

He Ying was certain in his tone, “Sang Jue, if you’re a man, you should have the courage to act and accept responsibility!”

Sang Jue fell silent.

He knew full well that the Emperor was using reverse psychology.

“Tell me, where are they!”

He Ying grabbed his collar.

Sang Jue remained silent.

He didn’t know what to say.

He did tacitly allow Jiang Ke to take Sang Yan away.

“Sang Jue! Don’t force me to kill you!”

He Ying was running out of patience.

Finally, Sang Jue spoke, but only to say, “Then, Your Majesty, go ahead and kill me.”

“Damn you!”

“Utterly foolish!”

He Ying cursed twice in anger and then kicked him in the shin.

Sang Jue fell to the ground, his face twisted in pain.

He Ying looked down at him, his frustration iron hot, “You’re so stubborn! If that is the case, then don’t blame me for being heartless! Guards!”

He shouted loudly, ordering the guards, “Take him to the Heavenly Prison! Send someone to Min State immediately to bring Suxi and Yu Pochuan here!”

“Yes!”

The guard leader Lu Zijin took the orders and left.

Hearing this, Sang Jue laughed instead, feeling that his wish had been fulfilled.

Seeing his smile, He Ying angrily said, “You’d better pray that your sister is unharmed, otherwise, I will make Suxi die in her place.”

If he dared to touch his woman, he would make sure his woman paid the price!

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

*

Sang Yan stopped, panting.

She had been walking since the break of dawn, and now the sun was high in the sky; she simply had no strength left.

It was so hot.

The mountain path was rugged.

She was drenched in sweat, parched and thirsty, licking her lips she asked, “Where are we going? How much longer must we walk? Jiang Ke, are you getting back at me for rejecting you by doing this?”

To her, trekking through mountains and wading across rivers was akin to torture, to revenge.

Seeing her pitiful state, Jiang Ke stopped to rest and handed her a waterskin, “Have some water. Once we cross this mountain, we will reach Qingzhou.”

“Is your hideout in Qingzhou?”

She inquired about his destination, considering how she might escape later on.

Jiang Ke knew her intentions and without answering, he suggested, “Hideout sounds rather unappealing. You are usually so well-read, perhaps you could choose a different word?”

He was muddling the issue and diverting her attention.

In truth, he planned to take her out to sea but feared she might cause trouble if she knew, so he preferred to keep it secret.

Sang Yan saw through his evasion, she speculated, “Not Qingzhou? Where do you want to go? Actually, I quite like Jiangnan Water Town.”

Jiang Ke played along with a laugh, “Good. Wherever you like, we’ll go there. When we arrive, I’ll fish and you’ll wash silk. It will be a life of the man plowing and the woman weaving, working from sunrise to sunset. Just think about it, it could be quite delightful.”

Sang Yan didn’t think it was delightful at all.

A pampered young master like him, oblivious to the hardships of the world, still wanted to drag her into suffering. Madness.

Even if she didn’t like He Ying, she wouldn’t choose to live such a hard life with him.

She had sweated and toiled enough in her past life; in this one, she only wanted to live at ease.

“Jiang Ke, haven’t you changed your mind?”

She attempted to persuade him, “As long as you let me return, I promise the Emperor won’t harm you. Really. You’re young and act rashly, driven by emotion, I understand—”

“Everything about me isn’t small except for my age. Do you want to try?”

He suddenly turned the conversation risque.

Sang Yan was stunned for a moment and then decisively closed her mouth: Madman! Lunatic!

The lunatic pulled her to her feet, “Let’s continue. We’ll try to reach the city before the sun goes down.”

Sang Yan was too tired to move, lazily clinging to his arm, she pleaded, “Jiang Ke, Young Master Jiang, Brother Jiang, please let me go. Look at my thin arms and legs, can you bear to see me follow you through this hardship? My feet are blistered; rather than dying from exhaustion, you might as well kill me here and now.”

After listening, the madman touched her slender neck with a smile, “So should I have my way with you first and kill you afterward?”

Sang Yan: “…”

Madman!

Madman!

She immediately leapt up and ran a few meters away.

“Be careful not to twist your ankle.”

Jiang Ke chased after her and cautioned.

Sang Yan ignored him with a huff.

But she was really tired, barely hanging on for an hour, her legs refusing to move anymore.

It was too hot.

The dense forest seemed to have no end.

She felt like she had heatstroke, extremely dizzy.

Jiang Ke caught her just before she passed out.

“Sang Yan!”

“…Jiang Ke, Jiang Ke help me, I feel so terrible…”

She was heated like a drunk shrimp.

Jiang Ke hurriedly held her and looked for river water, then scooping up the water, he washed her face.

The river water was heated by the sun.

It barely had a cooling effect.

He found a large leaf to fan her with.

Sang Yan lay on the green grass, her clothes soaked from Jiang Ke washing her face, revealing her undergarments and the faintly visible creamy skin.

Her figure was good, lying down, her chest puffed up, rising and falling with her breath, full of living color.

Jiang Ke felt restless.

It must be the heat.

He took off his outer garment and dove into the river.

The river water was warm.

He felt much more comfortable.

Sang Yan lay under the shade of the trees for a while and also recovered somewhat.

Just the thought of walking through the mountains later made her feel despondent again.

He Ying… He Ying…

When would he find her?

Once they reached Qingzhou, she would seek help no matter what.

Having made this decision, Sang Yan found the strength to say as Sang Jue climbed out of the water, “Let’s get going. It’s going to be dark soon.”

Jiang Ke wasn’t in a rush this time, drying himself with his outer garment, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

Sang Yan said, “If I say I feel terrible, would you let me go?”

Jiang Ke: “…”

He naturally shook his head: “You might as well give up on that idea. Have you ever seen a fugitive turn back?”

Sang Yan responded sarcastically: “So you do realize you’re a fugitive!”

Jiang Ke laughed: “Yes, I do. And I also know fugitives don’t usually have good endings.”

At this moment, his tone was entirely joking, confident, and arrogant, little did he know that in the future, this would come true; his ending was indeed not going to be good.

“Madman!”

Seeing he was beyond help, Sang Yan got up and started walking.

Jiang Ke followed, his damp clothes soon dried by the heat.

Once they were dry, he knelt in front of her and carried her on his back.

Sang Yan didn’t want to be carried, but she was genuinely tired, so she let it be.

Gradually, she even fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was dark; he had set her down and gathered some firewood to start a fire.

As for dinner?

He went fishing, tried to catch birds, oh, but didn’t catch any, found a bird’s nest, and started collecting eggs instead.

Seeing this piqued Sang Yan’s interest: “Let me do it. How many are there?”

She found joy in the midst of hardship and played farmer.

Jiang Ke indulged her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaping up to the tree.

There were five eggs in the nest.

She reached out to grab them, still warm, and one even had a crack at the edge of the shell, obviously, a chick was about to hatch.

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She became reluctant: “Never mind, let’s not eat them, there must be chicks inside them.”

Jiang Ke wasn’t as softhearted as her, he took the whole nest down.

Sang Yan: “!!!”

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