The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 341 - 338 Qing Wu

Dahe Palace

Qingning Palace

He Ying woke up again when it was bright outside.

He massaged his throbbing temples and looked at Luo Shan standing beside the bed, briefly unsure of what had happened.

"I...what happened to me? Cough cough—"

He struggled to sit up and found his throat hoarse and painful.

Luo Shan quickly handed him a cup of hot water, "Emperor, drink some tea first to soothe your throat."

After He Ying drank it, the hot water flowed down his throat, moisturizing his stomach.

He felt a bit more comfortable, and his throbbing head began to work again.

Then, he remembered what had happened yesterday—Sang Yan was a fake! An imposter! The real Sang Yan had disappeared! Along with Xing Ce and Xiang Ying!

It was a premeditated identity swap.

Including the assassination attempt on him.

Every piece was connected.

They had all been deceived!

"Where...where is that woman?"

He Ying looked at Pei Muyang, his emotions becoming agitated again, "Bring her here. I want to interrogate her. Hurry!"

Knowing that Sang Yan was a fake, he drastically changed his attitude and referred to her only as— "that woman."

Pei Muyang didn’t immediately grasp whom he was referring to.

"Do you mean...the Empress?"

"Who else?"

He detested that woman, his tone involuntarily grew harsher, "She’s not the Empress! Not Sang Yan! She’s a fake! An imposter!"

Pei Muyang also felt something odd about "Sang Yan," but couldn’t imagine that a swap had actually taken place.

This was the Imperial Palace, how could someone be replaced without anyone noticing?

And replaced the Empress?

Wait a minute—

An assassination attempt had occurred on the Emperor!

At that time, everyone’s attention in the palace was on Qingning Palace.

Including the imperial guards, who had arrived here first.

Other areas would indeed have been less guarded.

My heavens!

This was a long-premeditated replacement!

And it was the Empress!

Who was orchestrating this from behind the scenes?

A name flashed through his mind.

"Pei Muyang! What are you standing there for? Go!"

He Ying snapped, ordering him to bring the person.

Pei Muyang regained his senses and hurriedly went to the side hall to personally bring the person.

After the Emperor had fainted last night, he had "requested" the "Empress" to stay in the side hall and deployed many people to guard her.

Regardless of the Emperor’s attitude before he fainted, the "Empress" still needed to be carefully served.

But now it seemed—

Qing Wu had not had a good night.

After the Emperor had fainted, she barely maintained her dignity and was "invited" into the side hall, but with her identity exposed, it was like a sharp sword hanging over her head—how could she sleep?

She hadn’t slept all night, thinking of many ways to protect herself, but in the end, none seemed to work.

She wasn’t Sang Yan.

No more privileges or preferential treatment.

"Empress, please come. The Emperor is eager to see you."

Pei Muyang looked at the woman dragging her feet, her face swollen, bloodshot eyes, and a vacant look. She appeared utterly haggard, clearly guilty of something.

Indeed, there was a trick!

This woman was bold enough to impersonate the Empress!

"Mr. Pei, how is the Emperor’s health?"

When Qing Wu saw Pei Muyang staring at her, knowing her appearance was disheveled, she made an excuse for her haggardness, "Last night I was so worried about the Emperor that I didn’t sleep well."

Once Pei Muyang confirmed that the woman in front of him was the fake Empress, his respect vanished, and he coldly scoffed, "Is that so? Well, the Emperor might feel pity when he sees you then."

These words smacked Qing Wu’s face like a slap.

Why would He Ying pity her?

He already knew she was a fake!

What to do?

Beg humiliatingly for life?

But she had been the Empress for these days, without the fate of an Empress, yet she had acquired the arrogance of one.

Unwilling!

Truly unwilling!

How could she now return to being that humble maid, begging for survival, at others’ disposal?

They had arrived at the Main Hall.

Qing Wu stood at the entrance of the hall, hesitant to go in.

She wasn’t ready to face her fate—life or death?

Her heart was fluttering.

Her legs were weak.

"Empress, please go in. Do not make the Emperor wait too long."

Seeing her hesitation, Pei Muyang directly pushed her forward.

Qing Wu was suddenly pushed into the hall, staggering a few steps before stabilizing herself.

She looked up and saw the Emperor—he was reclining on the bed, with his white nightgown revealing traces of blood. He looked weaker than before, his black hair splayed out, making his skin appear even paler. There was no excitement as the night before, his eyes were calm but concealed a sharp murderous intent.

"Who are you!"

He looked straight at her, straightforwardly asking, "Is Qi Wuya the person behind you?"

In fact, by asking this, he was already one hundred percent sure.

Apart from him, no one else had the capability to take someone from his Imperial Palace.

Especially taking away Sang Yan.

It had to be Qi Wuya without a doubt!

Qi Wuya!

He clenched his fists secretly, holding back the urge to kill.

"I give you a chance, tell me, who else in this Imperial Palace is your accomplice?"

He couldn’t kill Qi Wuya, but he could eliminate his dogs.

Qing Wu shook her head, refusing to speak, "Betraying them would do me no good."

"It seems you are forcing me to resort to torture."

"Why must we both lose? You already know I’m from Qi Wuya."

Seeing that He Ying wanted to use her, Qing Wu presented her value, "I know a lot about Qi Wuya, keeping me alive will do you no harm."

He Ying waited for her to say this, and immediately laughed, "Tell me, what do you know about him?"

He wasn’t as agitated and collapse as he was last night; now, revenge could wait, he only wanted to rescue Sang Yan as soon as possible.

For that, he needed to understand Qi Wuya.

Especially his weaknesses.

Know others and know oneself, and you will never be defeated.

After thinking for a while, Qing Wu said, "The art of face-swapping was done by Miss Hong Zhao."

He Ying guessed as much, and said scornfully, "Just that?"

Under all the heavens, only she could perform the face-swapping technique.

It’s a pity he hadn’t been able to kill her initially.

Otherwise, why would today’s events have occurred?

"You are Qi Wuya’s person, you know Hong Zhao, speak affectionately, agree to change into Sang Yan’s appearance, your portrayal is also passable, it seems you understand Sang Yan well, at least you have met Sang Yan—"

He Ying, having said this, had already guessed her identity, "You’re called Qing Wu, right? The maid who once stayed by Hong Zhao’s side."

Qing Wu, realizing he had recognized her, didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.

Happy that she also had some significance.

Sad that she still couldn’t escape the shadow of Hong Zhao.

She was Hong Zhao’s maid, and when Hong Zhao failed to assassinate He Ying, she had fled back to Beiqi for help.

Unexpectedly, she was humiliated by bandits along the way.

After several life-and-death experiences, she finally returned to Beiqi, but still ended up serving others.

She didn’t want to live in such a lowly manner anymore.

"The Emperor has a good memory."

Qing Wu admitted her identity, "Yes, I am Qing Wu."

In the end, she was still herself.

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Not Sang Yan.

She was her own person, not a substitute for anyone else.

Hmm, this feeling seems not bad too?

Seeing her admission, He Ying laughed, "So Qing Wu, what will you use to save your life?"

Qing Wu said, "I will use Sang Yan to save my life."

"Very well."

He Ying responded, his smile chillingly sinister, "Then, come, tell me, how will you help me rescue her?"

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