The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 161 - : Meeting

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Meeting

Tan Yunjian, clad in an imperial robe, exuded an extraordinary presence, enhanced by his stern complexion and majestic demeanor.

No one would suspect that he was not the real Emperor Da He.

Eunuch Fuzi, sent by the Puluo King, led nearly a thousand guards waiting at the dock.

As soon as they saw them alighting from the ship, he approached with a smile and respectfully greeted, “Emperor He, after several days of travel on the sea, the King has already prepared a banquet in the palace, please follow us inside.”

While speaking, he sized up the “Emperor He” and the entourage behind him, secretly relieved that they had indeed brought only about a dozen people.

Tan Yunjian had already adapted to his role as “Emperor He,” lifted his imperial robe, and stepped into a luxurious carriage.

He Ying, as a close attendant, also boarded the carriage.

He was still troubled by a poison injury, his complexion pale, showing a faint state of frailty.

He kept his head down all the while, his peripheral vision scanning the people present, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

This was the place she was in.

He could feel he was getting closer to her.

The carriage rumbled forward.

He Ying lifted the curtain of the carriage, observing the landscape of the Puluo Country, which indeed appeared prosperous and joyful, with both men and women looking robust and healthy—a stark contrast to the rumors of a tiny, impoverished nation.

Could this be the achievement of the Beiqi Prince?

He would certainly be his formidable opponent.

No wonder he also wanted to kill him.

The journey was tense throughout.

Not knowing how long they had traveled, they finally arrived at the palace.

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Inside and outside the palace, lights and banners were hung, red silk fluttered—it seemed there was a celebration.

The group alighted from the carriage.

He Ying gave Tan Yunjian a look.

Immediately catching on, Tan Yunjian lightly coughed and asked, “Is there a celebration in your palace recently?”

Eunuch Fuzi was taken aback, then quickly bent down, humbly replied, “Replying to Emperor He, you are a distinguished guest of our Puluo Country, isn’t that a great joy in itself?”

After saying this, he continued to lead the way, unwilling to divulge more.

He Ying’s heart sank: Da He and Puluo Country had not had interactions for many years and did not share a close relationship. The Puluo King agreeing for them to come to the island was already a pleasant surprise, but such grand arrangements might be for someone else, right?

Instinctively, he thought of the person who had abducted Sang Yan—it must be him enjoying such high honors.

Since he could enjoy such high honors, it was evident that his relationship with the Puluo King was profound.

This trip was indeed perilous.

In the whirl of thoughts, He Ying had already entered the palace’s banquet hall.

The two emperors met.

He Ying also saw the Puluo King rumored to be shockingly obese: How could a sovereign eat to such an extent? Clearly dim-witted and incompetent!

He did not regard this Puluo King as someone capable of wielding real power, his gaze shifted and fell on a young man sitting to his left.

The man was handsome, dressed in brocade adorned with cloud patterns and wearing a Jade Crown. His movements while drinking were refined and polite, but a faint hostility lingered between his brows.

Wait—

That white hair!

It was the Ninth Prince Qi Wuya from Bei Qi!

It was him!

He should have realized it was him!

He recalled the intelligence he had gathered earlier, how Ninth Prince Qi Wuya was from a humble maternal lineage, naturally had white hair, and was not valued in Bei Qi, fond of roaming mountains and waters—he had “played” his way to Puluo Country.

Tan Yunjian noted He Ying’s subtle expressions and looked towards who he was watching, “Who is this gentleman?”

“He’s a mere merchant, not worth mentioning,” Qi Jiu modestly smiled, keeping a low profile.

Tan Yunjian, also smiling, replied, “You do not look like any ordinary merchant with such a distinguished appearance and bearing.”

Qi Jiu, upon hearing this, added, “Emperor He flatters me. Thanks to the King’s appreciation, I am merely ranked among the Imperial Merchants and manage the finances of Puluo.”

Tan Yunjian immediately confirmed—the one who killed Jiang Ke was him!

Murderous intentions gathered in his heart.

“You hold many positions, you must be a remarkable person.”

Tan Yunjian suppressed the boiling murderous intentions, looking towards the Puluo King, “Thank you, Your Majesty, for allowing me to visit the island. If Your Majesty could send someone to help me find the Empress Da He, I promise our nations shall be allies with no more wars. Additionally, I will send a hundred thousand gold as a token of appreciation.”

The Puluo King seemed not to be listening, his eyes fixed on the pork knuckle in front of him.

Not until Qi Jiu gave a light cough next to him.

Did he suddenly come back to his senses, “Good, good, good.”

With the King’s agreement, Tan Yunjian said, “In that case, please, Your Majesty, send troops to assist. I am desperate to find my wife, and I hope Your Majesty can understand.”

“Eh… there’s no rush, right?”

The Puluo King thought about Qi Jiu’s instructions to delay until evening.

That Fan Yin Flower only blooms at night!

“You have traveled far; please rest for a while.”

The Puluo King said and gestured for the palace maids to pour wine.

Tan Yunjian did not touch the food or drink, “I appreciate Your Majesty’s hospitality, but I am truly desperate to find my wife.”

Speaking of which, he looked at the woman beside the Puluo King, “Your Majesty also has a queen, you must understand the pain of losing a loved one.”

The Puluo King didn’t speak, just stared at the pork knuckle and swallowed.

He was so hungry.

It felt like a fire was burning in his stomach.

He was going to starve to death.

But with Qi Jiu next to him, he dared not eat.

Heaven!

To see it and not eat it—they might as well kill him!

Sweat dripped from his forehead, he felt dizzy, and could hardly hear anything.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty—”

The surroundings were noisy.

His eyes only saw that plate of pork knuckle.

Qi Jiu, annoyed, coughed a few times and seeing no reaction, he then said, “Your Majesty, if you want to eat, go ahead.”

With permission, the Puluo King immediately grabbed the pork knuckle and wolfed down three big bites, almost choking.

Luckily, the queen gave him some wine in time.

He gulped down several big sips, only then feeling revived.

“What did Emperor He just say?”

Only when he was eating could he spare some attention for other matters; otherwise, he’d always think about eating.

Seeing through his habit, Qi Jiu said, “Your Majesty, eat slowly, I’ll entertain the honored guest for you.”

The Puluo King could not wish for more and nodded repeatedly, “Good, good, good. Thank you, Mr. Jiu.”

His courtesy towards Qi Jiu, besides excessive respect, also carried deep fear.

He Ying and Tan Yunjian both understood—Puluo Country’s real power had long been transferred to someone else.

He Ying thought further: No wonder Qi Wuya led them to Puluo Country—everything here is under his control!

Thinking this, he leaned towards Tan Yunjian and whispered Qi Jiu’s real identity in his ear.

“You few, quickly offer a toast to Emperor He.”

Qi Jiu pushed several beautiful palace maids forward, “If they don’t drink, what use is your presence in staying alive?”

The palace maids timidly poured wine, their eyes brimming with tears, all with a pleading look, “Emperor He, please have a drink.”

Tan Yunjian disliked troubling weak women, but he wouldn’t risk his life by drinking the wine they offered.

Before killing Qi Jiu, he would try his best to preserve his own life.

“To be frank, I easily get drunk and violent after drinking.”

Tan Yunjian pushed away the wine cup, addressing Qi Jiu, “Mr. Jiu, right? Let’s talk about how to find the person. Otherwise, I’m starting to question the intentions of Puluo Country.”

Hearing this, Qi Jiu smiled lightly and countered, “Then tell me, what intentions do you think Puluo Country has?”

With just a light remark, the celebratory and peaceful atmosphere in the hall instantly turned cold and stern.