The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 127 - : The Beast

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: The Beast

Sang Jue faced a punishment of fifty lashes.

Sang Kun couldn’t bear to see his son suffer; he surged forward to protect him.

But having endured only two strikes, he cried out in pain: “Damn it, why does this hurt even more than the last time?”

He had no idea that the last punishment had been carried out leniently.

Xie Sui, the Chief, watched this ridiculous scene, holding his forehead and waving his hand: “Quickly drag Mr. Sang away!”

Jailer Zhang responded and hastily, with a few prison guards, pulled Sang Kun aside.

Then, Xie Sui slammed the table and demanded, “Sang Jue, will you still not speak?”

Sang Jue lay there like a corpse, barely breathing: “I have nothing to say.”

Seeing him so stubborn, Xie Sui cursed: “Foolish boy! The Emperor carries the weight of all his subjects. Your actions are putting all people in jeopardy!”

His loyalty to the Emperor knew no bounds.

Actually, he had also disapproved of Sang Yan, but as the Emperor’s decision could not be opposed, he could only defend it!

Now, with the Emperor troubled by emotions, as a loyal official, he must alleviate the Emperor’s worries!

“Strike!”

He commanded with an unfeeling face, “Continue the punishment: beat him without mercy!”

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Sang Kun couldn’t prevent Xie Sui from punishing his son.

He could only run back to his residence to plead with the Emperor.

But the Emperor was in the midst of killing.

As soon as he entered the residence, he smelled the pungent stench of blood, and upon reaching Yingyan House, he saw corpses laid out in the courtyard.

He was a peaceful official; where had he ever seen so many dead bodies?

He was petrified and dared not go to see the Emperor.

He hesitated at the doorway for a while, and only upon seeing Pei Muyang coming out did he dare to approach and ask: “Mr. Pei, what happened here? What’s going on?”

Pei Muyang had come out to instruct people to prepare medicine.

The worry on his face was evident.

Being stopped by Sang Kun and questioned, he frowned: “What else could it be? It’s regarding the Empress’s disappearance. Rumors have spread that the Empress eloped with someone. In a fit of rage, the Emperor executed everyone who discussed this matter.”

Sang Kun breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: “That’s understandable, those who gossip about the Empress deserve death.”

He did not value the lives of those servants.

He even felt they deserved more than death.

If he had heard such rumors, he would be swift to kill as well.

Anyway, he did not take this matter to heart.

Seeing the worry on Pei Muyang’s face, he was puzzled: “Mr. Pei, is there something else troubling you?”

Pei Muyang didn’t answer and just sighed: “It’s been a long time since the Emperor has killed anyone.”

Sang Kun was dumbfounded: “Huh?”

Why should one sigh over whether the Emperor kills or not?

He couldn’t comprehend Pei Muyang’s thoughts.

But in fact, Pei Muyang’s thoughts were straightforward.

He was absolutely loyal to the Emperor.

A member of the criminal Pei Family, the Emperor did not mind and still trusted him highly, and he had sworn to serve him well.

His service was not just the loyalty of a servant to his master, but also the care and cherishing between friends.

Though he was not worthy to be the Emperor’s friend.

He had watched the Emperor and the Empress walk this path together; no one knew better than he the significance of the Empress to the Emperor.

If the Emperor was a ferocious beast, then Sang Yan was the rope that tethered this beast.

Now, the rope was gone.

The beast began killing again.

He didn’t want the Emperor to become a beast.

He didn’t want the Emperor to kill.

That’s why, when the Emperor killed, he was so sensitive, so somber.

“We need to find the Lady quickly.”

He bowed his head and sighed.

Sang Kun understood this sentiment and sighed along: “Yes. Where in the world is that girl? Why doesn’t she send a letter home? At least to let us know she is safe.”

Pei Muyang: “…”

He really had had enough of Sang Kun’s mindset, as if Lady was just running away from home! Thinking a message could be sent as easily as that!

“Lady was kidnapped.”

He tried to correct his mindset, “It’s still your son’s doing. Mr. Sang, you should go and persuade him. If this continues, no one knows who will be the next to lose their head.”

These words frightened Sang Kun.

Thinking of his son languishing in Heavenly Prison and of the official business made him step into the room and kneel to beg for mercy.

“Emperor, please spare me!”

“Emperor, my Sang Family has only this one son!”

“Emperor—”

He wailed for a while, and even tears streamed down.

After all, the bond of blood was strong, and thinking of his son truly pained his heart.

He Ying looked at him with the face of a loving father and said indifferently, “You have only one son, do I not also have just one Ah Yan?”

These words blocked Sang Kun’s reply.

Yes, there was only one Sang Yan.

He favored sons over daughters, but that didn’t mean the Emperor had to consider his son and overlook his own daughter.

Especially since his daughter was no longer his but the Empress of Da He.

“Sang Kun, your whole family is alive to this day because I harbor the thought that Ah Yan will return safely. Do you know what will become of you if she does not return?”

He sat on the bed, stroking Sang Yan’s wedding clothes. They no longer carried her scent, and he couldn’t hold on to anything.

This made him violent and bloodthirsty, wanting to destroy everything.

“Get out.”

His hands clenched into fists, desperately holding back the urge to kill.

As soon as Sang Kun heard the Emperor’s voice, he knew his mood was off. He shouldn’t have come to beg. Hearing the command to leave, he promptly rolled out.

After rolling out, he was still shaken: The Emperor was too terrifying. That voice just now, so indifferent it didn’t seem human. It was like an aloof, deathly chilling void.

He absolutely believed that without Sang Yan’s return, his whole family would meet a dire fate.

Damn Jiang Ke!

And the damn rascals!

At this moment, he even wished he could personally kill Sang Jue to end it all!

“Mr. Sang?”

Pei Muyang saw Sang Kun standing at the doorway in a daze and called out to him.

Sang Kun came back to his senses and sighed, “My Sang Family, made and ruined by a daughter.”

Pei Muyang understood what he meant and agreed, “So, Mr. Sang, please make sure to get Jiang Ke’s whereabouts from your son. The Emperor’s patience is truly running out.”

His premonition was correct.

Over the next two days, the Hidden Guards who had been searching for people, the same group that lost the Empress, returned without news of the Empress, and the Emperor ordered a hundred beatings, directly killing three of them.

Yan Tong was lucky to survive, and after being punished, without even treating his wounds, he had someone carry him to Heavenly Prison.

He looked at the equally miserable Sang Jue, not feeling compassion, but instead with tears in his bloodshot eyes, he rushed forward and gave him a beating: “You got my three brothers killed! Sang Jue, why don’t you just die! Go die!”

He didn’t blame the Emperor for being sentimental and punishing them.

They had lost the Empress, and indeed they deserved to be killed!

But if not for Sang Jue, how could the Empress have been lost?

Sang Jue was feverish, weak all over, and didn’t fight back or even make a sound when beaten.

Yan Tong hit him for a while, vented his anger, and then pleaded with him: “Sang Jue, I don’t want to die, none of our brothers do. You’re sick of living, so why drag us down with you?”

Sang Jue was gripped by the collar, opened his mouth as if to say something, but first spat out a mouthful of blood, then fainted.

Yan Tong: “…”

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In the end, he couldn’t find out anything.

Feeling anxious, he too passed out.

Jailer Zhang looked at the two “Blood Corpses” on the ground and numbly called for a doctor.

Day after day, such misfortune!

Yingyan House

Even though it was the height of summer, it was chilling to the core.

This chill was real.

The “Sinners” who served Sang Yan were all standing barefoot in buckets of ice, shivering: “Emperor, Emperor, please spare us—”

Even Qiuzhi was no exception.

She stood in the ice bucket, ice covering her knees, freezing her snow-white legs blue and rigid, teetering on the edge, looking extremely pitiful.