The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 76 - 0 Harsh

Chapter 76: Chapter 076 Harsh

The scene was indeed sorrowful.

Sang Yan’s heart softened at the sight.

But Xie Sui remained unmoved and even scolded, “In front of the Emperor, how can you cry and wail? It shows a lack of ambition.”

He was a brother stern and authoritative.

Xie Jinhua sobbed once and dared not cry anymore.

Still, Sang Yan liked Xie Jinhua very much, and when you like someone, you can’t stand to see them mistreated.

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Therefore, she spoke up to defend her, “Mr. Xie, as a brother, you should cherish your sister, how can you be so heartless?”

Xie Sui held dissatisfaction towards Sang Yan and replied unapologetically, “This is a family matter.”

Sang Yan immediately retorted with a cold laugh, “She has not yet returned home, so it doesn’t count as your family matter. If you treat her like this, there’s no need for her to go back at all. I will find her a husband’s family in the Capital City and become her maiden family.”

In fact, there was no need to find a husband’s family.

It would be good enough to send her to Xuanrao’s side.

Xuanrao was enlightened, knowing one had to rely on oneself.

This Xie Jinhua was a person with clear understanding in the world, working by Xuanrao’s side, she might also become enlightened.

Women should help and support each other, to become enlightened and strive together.

Xie Sui didn’t expect Sang Yan to say such things and was at a loss for words momentarily.

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Had he really become heartless towards his sister?

This sister was someone he had taken in when he was destitute.

At that time, he was nearly starving to death and yet he saved his rations for her to eat, how had he become heartless?

“Master Xie is concerned.”

Xie Jinhua spoke up for her brother, “You have misunderstood. My brother has always been tough on the outside but soft on the inside, he cherishes me the most.”

Sang Yan didn’t know the siblings’ past and didn’t say more, simply waving her hand, “You may leave. I still have matters to discuss with the Emperor.”

Xie Jinhua lowered her head in acknowledgment, “Yes.”

Xie Sui stood there in amazement, disbelieving as he looked towards the Emperor, “Aren’t you going to say something? Since when did Qingning Palace fall under her command?”

He Ying didn’t speak, just gestured with his hand, the meaning was clear: Scram!

Xie Sui was absolutely baffled. Emperor, have you been bewitched or threatened? Blink, and I will protect you with my life!

As he was thinking, his sleeve was tugged.

He looked down and met his sister’s eyes.

Xie Jinhua whispered, “Brother, let’s go. The Emperor has always been this indulgent towards Lord Sang.”

Xie Sui: “…”

Absurd!

This is outrageous!

He wanted to say something, but then thought better of it: Do not act rashly! The situation is unclear and requires long-term planning.

The siblings left with their own thoughts.

The hall fell silent.

He Ying looked at Sang Yan, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Sang Yan said, “Regarding that case, have you thought about who might be responsible?”

The original father of the household was an official, if it wasn’t personal enmity, officials being harmed was often due to jealousy amongst colleagues.

Thinking about those who had grievances with him recently, it was that person.

He Ying shared the same thought, “I know who you suspect. Let’s not alarm the snake, and leave it to Xie Sui to handle.”

Sang Yan was relieved to see he understood, finding it easy to talk to smart people.

She dropped the concern and changed the subject, “Emperor, I want to go back and see my father.”

He Ying didn’t refuse, standing up and saying, “I will accompany you.”

Sang Yan was taken aback. Husband and wife returning home together?

It wasn’t the right time.

“That won’t be necessary.”

She refused, “It’s better if you don’t go.”

He Ying frowned and asked, “Why not?”

Sang Yan explained, “He has already neglected his duty; if you visit him now, it might only add to his arrogance.”

No matter how others schemed, him intentionally lowering the prices and delaying payments was indeed a dereliction of duty.

He Ying knew what she was referring to and didn’t take it to heart, laughing, “Don’t take it so seriously. You also shouldn’t say this in front of him, otherwise, I’m afraid he couldn’t withstand it and would faint from sorrow. After all, he is your father; why be so harsh?”

Sang Yan: “…”

Harsh!

The word stabbed at her sensitive nerves, “He Ying, are you actually calling me harsh?”

She was angry, even calling out the Emperor’s name.

“Lord Sang—”

Pei Muyang interrupted in alarm, “Lord Sang, be careful with your words.”

Sang Yan realized her mistake, but her unease was momentary, quickly returning to calmness, “I have shown disrespect to the Emperor; I will go reflect on my actions.”

“Wait—”

He Ying’s thought process was different; he waved Pei Muyang away and then smiled, “It’s fine. The first time you called my name, it felt very different.”

In front of her, he seemed no longer the Emperor but just an ordinary man.

“Say it again.”

He was a bit addicted to that sensation.

Sang Yan did not repeat it; she was still angry.

“Emperor, you are really teasing me.”

She said self-deprecatingly, “Such a harsh person as I am, who knows when I would fall out of the Emperor’s favor; how dare I be presumptuous?”

He Ying knew he had said something wrong and immediately corrected himself, “That wasn’t what I meant. I just think you are a bit too strict with your family. She is your relative, and you are my most cherished; it’s only right that they benefit a little from your light.”

Sang Yan was also aware of the Sang Family’s intentions in sending a daughter to the palace: one was for honor and glory, and the second was to seize greater privileges.

But she was from the lowest rungs of society and could more keenly understand the bitterness and hardships of those like her.

Therefore, she desired to do something for the common people.

Such as, reducing the number of officials who were corrupt and oppressed the people.

“Emperor, those in office should not seek personal gain.”

Sang Yan expressed her stance with a serious expression.

He Ying gazed at her tenderly, not negating her words but instead guiding her with a meaningful tone, “But Ah Yan, too much purity in enforcement can leave no room for humanity; too much scrutiny in governance allows no subjects to go unremonished.”

A phrase that roused her from a dream.

Sang Yan was lost in thought, “That makes sense. Perhaps I was being too idealistic.”

“Ah Yan, your soul is pure, your spirit resides at high places, and that’s wonderful; I also hope you can always remain like that. The filth of the human world—don’t even look at it.”

He Ying’s tender and indulgent voice lingered in her ears.

Sang Yan, feeling helpless: How did this turn into sweet nothings again?

Her anger dissipated.

She reflected, “I assumed too much. The Emperor is right, no one is perfect. Even if I’m right, there’s no need to prove others wrong. Just concentrate on myself.”

“Ah Yan, you are already very, very good.”

He was still speaking sweet nothings.

Sang Yan was amused and complimented in return, “Emperor, you are also very, very good.”

He Ying, rarely hearing praise from her, looked surprised and asked, “Where does I excel?”

Sang Yan, ever so serious, said, “Emperor, your scholarship is extensive, your vision broad, your thought sharp, and your mind clear. Of course, except in matters of the heart. It just goes to show, nobody’s perfect.”

“No.”

He Ying shook his head, looking at her earnestly, “Ah Yan, in my eyes, you are perfect.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Thoroughly sweet nothings!

She responded with a sweet smile, “Emperor, you just said I was harsh.”

He Ying, with a composed face, “Who says harshness isn’t perfection? Your harshness only makes you more perfect.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Alright, I can’t argue with him.

She steered the conversation back, “All said and done, you just want to follow me there.”

He Ying did not hide his intention, smiling, “If I don’t go with you, what would I do if I lost you?”

Hmm, a lie!

Sang Yan curled her lip, mocking, “I think you’re not afraid of losing me; you’re afraid of me running away.”

He Ying looked resigned, a wistful smile on his face, “Even though I know you won’t run, I still can’t help but worry. I suppose this is the sentiment of the Treasure Hunter. Riddled with anxiety, bereft of security.”