The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Husband and Wife

The ministers also appeared aged overnight, their spirits and appearances in disarray.

However, when they saw the Emperor emerge, they still rallied their spirits and knelt, saying, “Your Majesty, please reconsider—”

The leading minister, Jiang Chongyu, advised, “Qu Zhi has rebelled and gone to Beiqi. The battle between the two armies has brought disaster to the people of Jizhou, scattering them far and wide. We hope that Your Majesty will prioritize the larger situation. Even Lady would not wish for you to inspect the Southern provinces at such a time.”

He Ying remained silent but walked over and helped them all up.

The ministers: “…”

The Emperor was proud and assertive; previously, not scolding them would have been considered merciful, but now he had actually helped each of them up.

What did this mean?

A conciliatory policy?

Was he inexplicably considering a compromise?

The ministers each had their own thoughts.

He Ying slowly said, “I have seen your loyalty. Even if I go on a Southern inspection, I trust you can maintain peace in Da He. This matter shall not be discussed further. Return to your homes.”

He waved his hand, said no more, and turned back to his room.

Pei Muyang, who was attending at his side, softly advised, “Your Majesty, before you depart for the South, perhaps wait for Suxi. It is said she will arrive tomorrow. Perhaps Sang Jue will relent after seeing her.”

He Ying also harbored this hope: “Hmm.”

He had not yet departed, waiting for Suxi to arrive.

If Sang Jue still did not produce what he wanted after seeing Suxi, he would fulfill their wishes.

Tomorrow would soon arrive.

He Ying waited until sunset, and finally, Suxi’s carriage arrived.

Inside the carriage

Suxi leaned against Yu Pochuan, her face pale and anxious, “Ah Chuan, what do we do? What are we going to do?”

Yu Pochuan soothed her, “Don’t be afraid. In life or death, I will be with you.”

The coachman drove the carriage into the Imperial City.

Then, to the Sang Mansion.

“Please, get out of the carriage.”

The coachman called out.

The two of them slowly got out.

They were immediately surrounded by soldiers.

They first searched Yu Pochuan, ensuring he carried no dangerous items, then a nanny-like woman searched Suxi, also making sure she carried nothing dangerous before allowing them to enter.

After alighting from the carriage and seeing it was the Sang Mansion, Suxi became more anxious: Why have we come here? Wasn’t the Emperor supposed to meet us? Could it be that before meeting the Emperor, they had to see Sang Jue first?

Contemplating this, they followed the guide-the coachman-to the Yingyan House.

Suxi was even more confused: Even if they were to meet Sang Jue, it shouldn’t be at Yingyan House, right? Wasn’t that her sister’s residence?

Amid her confusion, fear prevailed: They had been forcibly brought here, clearly, Sang Jue had done something. What did he intend to do? Why couldn’t he give up? She had already said, once the child was born, he could take him. What more did he want from her? Was he trying to drive her to her death?

Suxi walked apprehensively, eventually arriving at Yingyan House.

Pei Muyang stood outside, upon seeing the visitors, asked, “Are you Suxi and Yu Pochuan?”

Seeing a person resembling a eunuch, they immediately guessed that the Emperor might be inside the room and respectfully bowed together, saying, “Yes.”

“Please come in.”

Pei Muyang finished speaking and went in first to announce, “Your Majesty, they have arrived.”

He Ying nodded, his gaze intense as he watched the door.

Soon, the two entered.

Both appeared feeble and frail.

That one called Suxi, her face pale and haggard, her body thin and weak, yet her belly was large, as she walked, frail as a willow in the breeze, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment.

The man supporting her also appeared lean and pale, with a look of hardship, not particularly handsome, especially compared to Sang Jue’s handsome face. He was far from a match, notably limping, his steps uneven and unsteady.

Clearly, a couple brought together by adversity.

Laughable!

Suxi had given up Sang Jue for such a man?

And Sang Jue had betrayed his sister for such a woman?

Truly laughable!

His laugh was cold as he turned to Pei Muyang, “Go see where Sang Jue is.”

Pei Muyang bowed and responded, “Yes.”

*

Sang Jue lay in a carriage.

The carriage sped like the wind along the busy main street.

Along the way, it knocked over many hawkers’ stalls.

This caused a flurry of cursing, “Running so fast, are you rushing to reincarnate?”

Sang Jue thought to himself, “This is even more important than reincarnation.”

His beloved had returned.

Just thinking of Suxi eased the pain in his body considerably.

When he arrived at Sang Mansion,

he dismounted from the carriage and naturally made a request, “I want to bathe and change my clothes.”

Lu Zijin mocked him, “Have you forgotten that you are a prisoner?”

Sang Jue retorted proudly, “It’s precisely because I am a prisoner and not afraid of death that you must accommodate my wishes. Otherwise, a few words to the Emperor, and you’ll die even faster than me.”

Lu Zijin was speechless.

He knew he was dealing with a madman.

Not wanting to stoop to the level of a madman, he looked at the escort and said, “Do as he says.”

Thus, Sang Jue bathed, changed, burned incense, and applied makeup, starting to dress himself.

He was naturally handsome, and even though he had spent several days grinding away in the Heavenly Prison, he was still stunning.

Lu Zijin watched him emerge—his face pale but lips red, eyebrows delicate, a smile that radiated the vigor of spring, draped in a dark magnificent robe, with his hair flowing—truly a figure of spirited and elegant youth.

Unfortunately, he was a doomed madman.

The madman forcefully sustained his injured body on his way to Yingyan House.

Along the way, his wounds were strained, and his back faintly stained with blood.

Luckily, his clothes were dark, and it wasn’t too obvious.

He finally arrived at the place.

His face was so pained that he broke out in sweat.

He had to stop for a brief rest before he could step inside.

“Suxi—”

He finally saw his beloved.

He called out to her, his voice deep with affection.

But Suxi avoided his gaze and hid behind Yu Pochuan.

She was afraid of him.

In her eyes, the more beautiful something was, the more poisonous.

It was the same with people.

Sang Jue, feeling jealous, managed to suppress his jealousy and turned to the Emperor, kneeling down, “Emperor, Yu Pochuan is a rebel and should be executed immediately—”

He wanted to see Yu Pochuan die with his own eyes.

He Ying didn’t care about Yu Pochuan’s worthless life.

He could kill whoever he wanted.

But why should he do as Jiang Ke wished?

Did he really think he feared him?

“First, tell me where Jiang Ke is.”

He suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

Sang Jue wasn’t foolish; knowing that revealing Jiang Ke’s location would lose him all leverage, he negotiated, “I can only first say that Jiang Ke is not in the south.”

This was crucial information.

He Ying’s expression tightened, “Why would you say that?”

His men had intercepted a letter from Sang Yan in Rongzhou; could it be that Jiang Ke intended this?

Damn it!

To think he dared to play him!

Seeing He Ying’s anger, Sang Jue knew he had realized the truth and continued, “So, Emperor, if you want to know my sister’s whereabouts, kill Yu Pochuan first—”

“No! That’s not allowed!”

Suxi knelt down, clutching his sleeve, tears pleading, “Sang Jue, don’t do this, you said you would spare us, you can’t go back on your word!”

Sang Jue disliked seeing her cry for another man, so he wiped her tears roughly, “Suxi, I spared you, but who spares me? Do you know what kind of days I’ve lived during your constant companionship? If you don’t want my love, then accept my hatred.”

“I do. Sang Jue, no, I do. I want…your love.”

She covered her stomach, the pain turning her face deathly pale, sweat drenching her.

Already unstable in her pregnancy, her emotions now indicated a sign of premature labor.

Blood had already started flowing.

“Sang Jue! Quickly, call the doctor!”

Yu Pochuan, holding the frail Suxi, roared in pain: “Sang Jue, if harm comes to mother and child, you are nothing but a murderous beast!”