The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 66 - 0 Jealousy

Chapter 66 -066 Jealousy

Her aura was formidable.

Mother and daughter dared not speak for a moment.

“Take care of yourselves.”

Sang Yan dropped this phrase and stepped out of the Yuesang Palace.

Outside

Little Guizi quietly waited.

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Upon seeing her emerge, he ran up with a beaming smile, “Lord Sang, Lady Xuan invites you to visit.”

Sang Yan nodded and boarded the carriage to the Cold Palace.

Cold Palace

After renovations, it had become much brighter and beautiful.

Yun Qiao had even transplanted many flowers from the Imperial Garden into pots and arranged them in a long line in front of the palace gate.

The wind blew.

The flower branches quivered, their fragrance wafting through the air, stunningly beautiful.

“Lord Sang, greetings—”

Her smile was as blooming as the flowers as she stepped forward to bow.

Sang Yan waved her hand with a smile, “No need, go about your business.”

Then, she stepped inside.

Inside the palace

Xuanrao was reading at a desk. Hearing footsteps, she turned around and waved with a smile, “Ah Yan, come here, come quickly—”

Seeing her merry laughter, Sang Yan felt much relieved from the burden of the Sang Family’s affairs.

How could she not wish to be here where it was tranquil and soothing?

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“What’s got you so excited?”

She asked with a smile.

Xuanrao replied, “I’ve been studying divination these past few days. Come, come, take a look—”

Divination involved using three copper coins.

Xuanrao threw them, recorded the result, and did this six times before consulting her book.

Was this learning on the fly?

Sang Yan watched her busy herself with a smile and cooperatively asked, “What does this divination tell us?”

Xuanrao was still flipping through the book, the text abstruse, causing her a headache, “Wait a moment, don’t rush me.”

Sang Yan waited for the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

Finally, Xuanrao figured it out.

She looked at Sang Yan, chin in hand, shaking her head, assuming a profound air, “This divination, tsk tsk, is a mixed omen!”

Sang Yan held back a laugh and asked, “What do you mean by ‘mixed omen’? Go on, explain in detail.”

Xuanrao said, “… Give me another moment.”

She flipped through the book again.

This time, she was faster, making Sang Yan wait for half a cup of tea’s duration.

“The conclusion is… good news is about to arrive at our door.”

Xuanrao closed the book, her gentle smile carrying a healing power, “So, stop worrying needlessly.”

Sang Yan knew she staged this to comfort her, and felt deeply touched, nodding with a smile, “I’m alright. I haven’t been overly worried. I’ve done my best. The Emperor is also using the nation’s resources to search. To do our best and leave the rest to fate, without resentment.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Xuanrao nodded with a smile, starting to share her own experience, “Look at me. My father died on the battlefield, my young brother suffered under my stepmother, and I, being the eldest sister, stuck in the Cold Palace, unable to help. If I dwelt on guilt and anxiety, I’d have exhausted myself to death by now. I don’t think so much anymore. Enduring the bitterest hardships, he’ll become a superior man. Circumstances change, and see, haven’t they turned in my favor now?”

She was optimistic and content with her current life.

With no worries about food and drink, and companions by her side, life was joyous indeed.

Hearing her mention her family, Sang Yan knew that Xuanrao still missed them to some extent and said, “Once matters here settle, I’ll request the Emperor to release you from the palace.”

Touched by her words, yet declining, Xuanrao said, “Don’t upset the Emperor for my sake. I’ve long forsaken any attachment to leaving. Now that I have you, I almost don’t want to leave.”

Sang Yan felt a deep agreement, suddenly saying, “I feel the same. I don’t want you to leave either. The Imperial Palace would be dull without you.”

Both smiled at each other, chatting idly—

When Little Guizi hurried in, “Lord Sang, Lord Sang, the Emperor summons you.”

The Emperor could summon her countless times in a day.

Sang Yan sat calmly and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Little Guizi replied, “It must be about the Sang Family; I saw people coming from outside the palace.”

Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at Xuanrao in surprise, “You really predicted it, good news has come?”

Xuanrao, “…”

Was she a genius?

To learn and succeed immediately?

Sang Yan didn’t say much, immediately stood up, bid farewell to Xuanrao, and hurriedly left.

Upon reaching the side palace of Yuesang Palace

The Emperor was already seated, drinking tea, waiting for her.

“Emperor, is there any news about Suxi?”

“Yes.”

“Where is she?”

“Someone sent a message saying that the Swordsman Tan Yunjian took away your younger sister.”

“Tan Yunjian?”

Sang Yan felt the name sounded familiar and after thinking for a while, exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t that the master of Sang Jue mentioned by Sang Ruoshui?”

Could it be the scenario where the disciple falls in love with the master’s wife?

Is it really that melodramatic and thrilling?

At that moment, He Ying nodded, “Yes, it is.”

Perplexed, Sang Yan pressed for more details, “So, what is the relationship between those three people?”

Seeing her interest, He Ying playfully held back the information, “How do you know it’s three people, and not four?”

Assured that Suxi was safe, Sang Yan’s curiosity was ignited like a blazing fire.

“Four people? What’s the situation?”

She couldn’t help but slam the table across him and urged, “What are you dragging your feet for? Hurry up and tell.”

He Ying, seeing her eagerness, delayed even more, “Before I tell you, answer me one question first.”

Sang Yan frowned, “What question?”

He Ying seriously asked, “What is your relationship with Jiang Ke?”

Sang Yan: “…”

Jiang Ke?

The original owner’s uncle?

He didn’t mention him, and she almost forgot about this person.

“Why bring him up?”

Sang Yan thought about it, feeling like she might have missed some crucial information.

“Just tell me what your relationship is! Don’t change the subject!”

He Ying’s expression suddenly turned stern, and his voice grew more forceful.

Sang Yan perceived it and felt that he was getting jealous.

But why would he be jealous of Jiang Ke?

Jiang Ke hadn’t even started his official duties yet, even though he would be the future Princely Heir of Marquis Zhongyi Mansion; he wouldn’t normally appear before him, would he?

Wait?

People from outside the palace?

Someone sent a message?

Could it be that it was Jiang Ke?

Thinking this, Sang Yan carefully replied, “What relationship could I have with him? I don’t even want to be the Imperial Concubine, let alone be his wife as Princely Heir.”

“Perhaps not unwilling.”

He Ying’s face was stern, and his tone was incredibly sour, “Aren’t you the Princely Heir’s wife of Jiang Ling? And you’ve been a widow for him for so many years? Maybe you have a soft spot for his family and think about marrying his brother. Otherwise, why wouldn’t you want to remarry someone else to this day?”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt—she might have other reasons for insisting on remaining a widow.

That Jiang Ke was young and handsome, and also Jiang Ling’s biological brother; if he sweet-talked her, she might be moved.

How far had their relationship progressed for the Jiang Family to let her return to her maiden home?

It was done.

He felt utterly consumed by jealousy.

Listening to his words filled with jealousy, Sang Yan felt he was overwhelmed by jealousy and had no confidence in himself, leading him to think she had someone else in her heart.

She didn’t argue with him but consoled, “Emperor, you’re overthinking it. I have no romantic feelings for him.”

He Ying’s expression brightened, “Really?”

Sang Yan nodded, “Really.”

“Then why did he request me to decree your marriage?”

He Ying’s joy on his face faded again, and his demeanor turned cold.

Hmph!

That young man was indeed bold!

But to just relay a message, he politely asked what reward he wanted, and he actually asked for a marriage decree!

Outrageous!

Sang Yan, unaware of the details, saw his sudden change of expression, her patience ran out, and she snapped, “That’s his problem. What does it have to do with me? Would any man in this world truly care about a woman’s thoughts? Maybe he thinks he likes her, is willing to marry her, and she should just be grateful and happily ready to marry, right?”

In modern terms, this would mean—despite looking so ordinary, how could he be so confident?