The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 88 - 0 Original Sin

Chapter 88: Chapter 088 Original Sin

Speaking of the Empress Dowager, Sang Yan remembered she had fainted and asked, “Has the Emperor visited the Empress Dowager?”

He Ying shook his head, thinking she was feeling soft-hearted again, and reminded her, “Don’t think of her as benevolent, she just didn’t dare to kill you, that’s all.”

Sang Yan had no fondness for the Empress Dowager and had no intention of pleading for her. She simply asked, “But why didn’t she dare to kill me?”

He Ying was stumped.

The fact that the Empress Dowager had not killed Sang Yan might not be entirely because she wanted to leave herself a way out; perhaps she did have some regard for him?

He wasn’t the child of the Empress Dowager, nor was the late Emperor, but they had both once been cherished by her, until their relationship hit rock bottom after the late Emperor passed away.

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“Whatever the Emperor decides to do to her, I won’t say a thing. I only ask that the Emperor doesn’t act impulsively, to avoid any future regrets.”

She was still rational.

Not blinded by hatred.

He Ying was touched and looked at her affectionately, whispering softly, “Ah Yan, how fortunate I am to have you.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Sweet nothings again.

She looked over at Xuanrao, who was sitting opposite them and eating melon seeds, blushing, she changed the subject, “Hey, Xuanrao, I haven’t had the chance to hear about your life outside the palace. I wanted to visit you the other day when I left the palace, but you weren’t there. What were you busy with?”

Xuanrao was engrossed in eating melon seeds and was startled for a moment before she came back to her senses, “Oh, I, well, I was busy opening a tavern. Guess what it’s called?”

How could she guess?

Sang Yan shook her head, “I can’t guess.”

Xuanrao didn’t play coy and simply said, “Rao Yan Building, what do you think?”

She lifted her chin, grinning proudly as if the name was a stroke of genius.

In truth, Sang Yan felt the name had a slightly frivolous tone to it.

Though it was a combination of their names, hiding her intentions toward her.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

She wasn’t the proprietor of the tavern, so she didn’t have much of an opinion on the name.

Xuanrao said, “When you leave the palace next time, you must come and see it.”

Sang Yan readily agreed, “Sure. Definitely.”

The two of them began to discuss recipes again.

Sang Yan thought about modern cuisine and wrote down a few dishes for her, like sushi, hamburgers, sausages, cakes, and so on.

Xuanrao left with a full load.

Sang Yan walked her to the palace gates.

He Ying also followed, watching their reluctant goodbyes and getting jealous, “Enough already, anyone who didn’t know better would think you two were a couple.”

Hearing that, Sang Yan teased, “I wouldn’t mind becoming a couple with her, if the Emperor you would agree.”

Of course, He Ying did not agree.

He didn’t say much more, but scooped her up and put her in the carriage.

They set off to return.

The moonlight was pure and clear.

He sat with her in the carriage, holding her hand, finding her hand soft and smooth, cool and comfortable to the touch.

Sang Yan tried to withdraw her hand a few times without success, so she asked, “Emperor, is my hand that amusing to you?”

“Amusing.”

He Ying held on tightly, their fingers intertwined.

And he didn’t let go all the way.

He had once been unable to be close to her, and now that he could, he was a bit addicted.

“Ah Yan, your hand, it feels very comforting to hold.”

“You might be comfortable, but I find it quite awkward.”

Sang Yan said so, but she let him hold her hand anyway.

Their relationship had once been clearly defined as Chu-Han, what kind of lovers were they?

Now, being inseparably close, they truly felt like they were in love.

Emperor, we’ve arrived.”

She wanted to disembark.

He held her hand as he descended as well.

They walked hand in hand.

Once they entered the side hall, and seeing that it was still early, Sang Yan decided to read.

She also picked up a book, but found it inconvenient with just one hand, “Emperor, how long do you intend to hold on?”

He Ying sat beside her and turned the pages for her, “Go ahead and read.”

Sang Yan: “…”

He sure was clingy!

They read together like that for about a quarter of an hour.

Pei Muyang came in with a message, “Emperor, the Empress is here, waiting for you in the main hall.”

Empress?

She must be here to plead on behalf of the Empress Dowager.

He Ying waved his hand and said, “Don’t let her in. Send her back.”

“Yes.”

Pei Muyang complied and left, returning shortly with a troubled expression, “Emperor, the Empress has removed her hairpin and is asking for punishment, kneeling in the hall. She says if you won’t see her, she will kneel until you do.”

He Ying felt a repulsion, “Threatening me? Let her kneel.”

He continued to flip through the book for Sang Yan, speaking tenderly, “Ignore her. Focus on this.”

How could Sang Yan still focus?

The legitimate wife had arrived, and here she was, “the other woman,” still monopolizing her husband…

“Emperor, please go see her.”

She withdrew her hand, her expression gloomy.

He Ying, puzzled, asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sang Yan shook her head, “Nothing. I’m just… suddenly tired.”

He Ying didn’t think too much of it, and with a gentle smile, he said, “That makes sense, you were frightened today. You should indeed rest early.”

So Sang Yan said she would go freshen up.

He Ying let her go.

Sang Yan thought he would leave, but to her surprise, after she freshened up, he was still there. She was astounded, “You didn’t leave?”

His legal wife was still waiting, kneeling for him.

He Ying saw her wet hair and took a towel from Qiuzhi’s hand, wiping her hair himself. As he did so, he asked, “Why would I leave?”

Sang Yan: “…”

He usually would have left.

He didn’t leave this time; could it be that he was recovered, thinking of… that?

A clench of discomfort gripped her heart; his rightful wife was just next door!

“Why wouldn’t you leave, Emperor?”

Her mood was dark, and her tone sharp.

He Ying sensed something was off, “What’s wrong with you?”

Upon reflecting, he guessed that she might fear what he would do, and he said, “I won’t touch you.”

Sang Yan: “…”

It wasn’t entirely that.

She wanted to say, the Empress is waiting for you. She is your rightful wife. I mind it very much.

She believed, once she uttered this, the Empress would surely be deposed.

But her morals would not allow her to do this.

The Empress was innocent.

Having already won her man’s heart, she had wronged the Empress.

Was this the fate of loving someone else’s husband?

There was miserable grief she could not express.

He Ying was still probing, “Why aren’t you talking? What are you thinking? I said I wouldn’t touch you, and I won’t.”

He was the Emperor, his word was his bond.

Sang Yan believed he wouldn’t touch her, but the crux of her turmoil was—the Empress.

“Emperor, what kind of person is the Empress?”

She couldn’t help but ask at last.

He Ying faintly grasped the point at issue, “Do you mind the Empress that much?”

“Not at all.”

Sang Yan refuted quickly.

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Too quickly, in fact; it betrayed her unease.

So, she was jealous?

He Ying felt an instant ease of heart and purposefully said, “The Empress is gentle and graceful, dignified and generous, understanding and discerning, and was a great help to me during Pei Zhen’s disaster. She is truly excellent—”

“If she’s so great, it’d be a wonder if you didn’t like her!”

Sang Yan, green with envy, snatched the towel, interrupting him, and asked sadly, “He Ying, have you been deceiving me all along?”

He Ying had done it deliberately, wanting to see her jealousy, but her actual jealousy turned out to be more serious than he’d anticipated.

“Get out!”

In her jealous frenzy, Sang Yan threw the towel at him and then grabbed a pillow from the bed, hurling it at him as well, “Get out! Scumbag!”

He Ying, hit and disheveled while dodging and trying to explain, “I was deceiving you. I was joking with you. I don’t know what kind of person the Empress really is. I haven’t thought about getting to know her. She is Pei Zhen’s daughter—that is her original sin! How could I possibly like her?!”

“So if she weren’t Pei Zhen’s daughter, you would like her?”

“…”

He was wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.