The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me
Chapter 328 - 325: Sinning

Chapter 328: Chapter 325: Sinning

"Sang Yan! Calm down! The child is fine! Definitely fine! Don’t be scared!"

Qi Wuya carried her and hurried back to Fengyi Palace.

Because he was in such haste, he slipped halfway there, stumbled, and nearly fell.

But how could he dare fall?

Sang Yan’s condition couldn’t withstand his fall at all!

So, to avoid injuring Sang Yan, he knelt straight down on the ground with a thud, wincing with a muffled groan.

"Emperor!"

The Palace Attendants cried out in shock, rushing forward to help.

"No need! Call the Imperial Physician! Call Imperial Doctor Wu!"

Qi Wuya cast a cold glance, issued the order, then stood up with Sang Yan in his arms and entered Fengyi Palace.

At that moment, he didn’t realize that he was more anxious about the child than Sang Yan was.

It wasn’t that he valued the child that much; it was because of his affection for her that he didn’t want to ruin Sang Yan.

"Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to the child."

He soothed her gently and laid her on the bed.

Sang Yan’s body was soaked, and even inside the warm room, it was still cold as ice.

Afraid that she might freeze, Qi Wuya tore open her clothes and personally wiped her body.

Under such circumstances, Sang Yan no longer cared about the propriety between men and women.

She lay in the bed, her eyes devoid of spirit, having lost her vitality.

All along, she had compromised in various ways to protect the child.

Now, she no longer had anything binding her.

Tears flowed once again.

She cried silently, her expression one of abject sorrow.

Qi Wuya looked on with heartache.

"Where is the Imperial Physician! Why hasn’t he arrived yet!"

His voice was loud, almost roaring.

He was so agitated that his damp clothes were nearly dried by the heat of his body.

"Emperor, they have already gone to call him. He will be here very quickly."

With both urgency and fear, the Palace Attendants knew that with the Emperor’s affection for the lady, if the child was lost, they would all have to pay with their lives!

"Why hasn’t he arrived yet?"

You Ran, wiping sweat from his forehead, gestured to a palace maid, "Go quickly and see where he is!"

The palace maid nodded and ran off.

But before she could leave Fengyi Palace, someone shouted, "He’s here! He’s here! Imperial Doctor Wu has arrived!"

It turned out that a Palace Attendant had already run out to check on Imperial Doctor Wu.

Wu Youzhi felt he would eventually die within the Imperial Palace!

He had gone to bed already, only to be dragged up, not even allowed to dress, and pushed onto the Emperor’s chariot.

Was this chariot something he could ride?

Shivering with trepidation, perhaps from the cold, as it was too cold that day, he shivered all the way to Fengyi Palace.

"Emperor, Imperial Doctor Wu is here!"

Accompanying the excited voice of the little eunuch, Wu Youzhi stepped down from the chariot, supported under the arms by two little eunuchs as he "flew" inside.

Seeing him arrive, Qi Wuya went straight up to drag him, "Quick! Quick! Her child! You must save it!"

Even before Wu Youzhi had arrived, he knew from the commotion that it was the lady from Fengyi Palace who had an accident.

Now upon seeing her, it was indeed so.

Ah, what a misfortune!

Look at her pale little face, like that of a dead person.

No grief is greater than heart death.

"Lady, hold on."

He sympathized with the lady, also feeling pity for the child in her womb with its complicated fate, so he spoke words of encouragement, "I will definitely help you. You must hold on too. Think of the child. He needs the protection of your womb."

During his speech, he had already begun to check her pulse.

With this examination, his brow furrowed, ah, the signs of a miscarriage, worse than before.

As for whether he could save the baby, it was all up to the child’s fate.

"Child, the child, is it still there?"

Hearing Wu Youzhi’s voice, Sang Yan slowly opened her eyes.

Her expression was one of sorrow and despair, just one glance was enough to tightly clutch at one’s heart.

"Yes, yes."

Wu Youzhi nodded continuously, encouragingly saying, "Don’t be afraid. With a mother as resilient as you, the child will definitely be resilient too."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan burst into tears of joy, "Thank you. Thank you."

"It is my duty."

Wu Youzhi smiled kindly, "Stop crying now. It is crucial for a pregnant woman to avoid emotional fluctuations."

Saying so, he opened his medical chest, took out silver needles, and one by one, inserted them into her lower abdomen as he had done before.

Qi Wuya quietly watched from the side, his face calm, but his heart surged with tumultuous waves—no matter what, this child... couldn’t fail here.

"Emperor, go take a bath and change your clothes. If you fall ill, who will look after the lady?"

You Ran was worried about the Emperor, seeing his clothes drenched, fearing he might catch a cold.

Of course, at such times, speaking required tact, and it was necessary to use the lady as an excuse.

Reminded by her, Qi Wuya realized he was soaking wet, and suddenly a chill seeped into his bones, making him sneeze.

You Ran immediately draped a heavy cloak over him.

He then went back to the bathhouse with the cloak on, quickly took a bath, and changed into clean clothes.

After coming out, Wu Youzhi had also finished administering the acupuncture.

He quickly asked for the result, "How is she now? And the child..."

He didn’t dare to continue.

Wu Youzhi knew what he wanted to ask, and his expression turned grave, "Emperor, this humble one has truly done his best. If there is another time, this humble one can only offer his death as an apology."

"I understand... I understand... I understand Your Majesty," Qi Wuya let out a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face, "A great reward. Quick, give him three thousand gold coins."

Then, seeing him dressed in a thin night robe, he even took off his own heavy cloak and draped it over him.

The scene was extremely down-to-earth.

It’s believed that anyone treated in such a manner would be overwhelmed with honor.

But just at that moment—

"Achoo—"

Wu Youzhi sneezed unfortunately, and even sprayed some on Qi Wuya.

"Emperor forgive me, this humble one deserves death!"

He was terrified and knelt down to kowtow, God knows he didn’t do it on purpose.

Qi Wuya got sprayed in the face like this; if it weren’t for Wu Youzhi just saving Sang Yan, he would not have let it slide so easily.

But since he had merit, he endured it, "Enough. Stand by over there."

He wiped the filth from his face and called for a Palace Attendant to bring in hot water.

After washing his face and straightening himself out, he went over to the bedside to check on Sang Yan’s condition.

Sang Yan lay on the bed, her clothing light and cool, her abdomen densely covered in needles.

It might have been psychological, but it seemed like there were more needles this time than before.

"Yanyan, how do you, how do you feel?"

He was guilty, cautiously inquiring, and very softly at that.

Sang Yan turned her head away, not wanting to deal with him.

Qi Wuya anticipated that she would not be keen on seeing him, subconsciously thinking to threaten, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a gentle word, "I didn’t mean it. I truly wanted to get rid of him, but I would never do it personally. You believe me."

"I believe you."

Sang Yan turned her head, seeing him pleased for her belief in him.

Then, with a cold laugh, she shattered his joy, "How could I dare not believe you? You are the Emperor, I am at your mercy, whatever you say, I’ll believe. Can you leave now?"

Qi Wuya: "..."

His smile froze at the corner of his mouth, at her icy words.

"Yanyan—"

"Don’t call my name."

She closed her eyes, not wishing to see him.

Qi Wuya knew she was angry, so he remained silent.

"Emperor, have a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the chill."

You Ran came over holding ginger soup, never forgetting to take care of his health.

Qi Wuya took it from her, had a sip, and looked toward Wu Youzhi, only to find that he was already drinking some.

Following his gaze, You Ran said with a smile, "Drink up, Emperor. Imperial Physician Wu has his own."

Qi Wuya said nothing, blew on the hot soup, and downed it in one gulp.

After drinking, he felt warm and comfortable.

Feeling comfortable, his mind cleared, he ordered with a stern face, "What happened tonight must not be disclosed. Anyone who gossips will be executed without mercy."