The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me
Chapter 343 - 340: Poisonous Fruit

Chapter 343: Chapter 340: Poisonous Fruit

Sang Yan had been in a good mood these past few days.

Because the news that she came from Dahe and was pregnant had still spread.

Just like the people of Beiqi, the people of Dahe also opposed the Emperor marrying her as Empress.

This suited her perfectly.

She had no desire to be the Empress of Beiqi.

What pleased her even more was that, apparently because of this, Qi Wuya had stopped coming to the Fengyi Palace.

Probably because he was too embarrassed to see her?

Unfortunately, three days later, he still came.

When Qi Wuya arrived, his face was dark, his body emanating a fierce aura, obviously in a furious state.

All the palace attendants in the hall didn’t dare look at him, and even took a few steps back with their heads bowed.

Only You Ran, carrying tea, approached him and softly said, "Emperor, it’s cold outside, have some hot tea to warm yourself."

Qi Wuya sat on the soft couch, didn’t drink, fumed quietly for a while, then looked at Sang Yan and spoke, "I haven’t been here these days, how have you been feeling? The child hasn’t been bothering you, has it?"

Just as Sang Yan had thought, he felt somewhat embarrassed to face her since his marriage proposal was opposed by the ministers.

In fact, he also knew that there was no need for him to marry her.

But since He Ying, despite all opposition, had married her, he could do the same.

He too needed to prove to Sang Yan—that he was no less than He Ying.

Even though she didn’t care about any of this at all.

"Quite good."

Sensing his bad mood, Sang Yan also controlled her temper and gave him a perfunctory response.

In truth, she wanted to retort: I feel super great without you around. Besides you, no one else can bother me.

"That’s good then."

He looked at her and smiled, "I see your complexion isn’t bad either."

After three days of rest, her face was no longer pale.

Her skin was rosy and radiant, her eyes bright and lively, making her look both festive and spirited.

"The prescription from Kang Tuo isn’t bad."

Knowing that Kang Tuo had been recently responsible for nourishing her, he deliberately praised, "Convey my words, grant him a thousand gold."

"Yes."

His trusted eunuch Cheng Hui took the order and left.

Sang Yan silently watched, not saying a word.

She knew Qi Wuya’s praise for Kang Tuo was meant for her to see—see, whoever is good to you, I am good to them.

However, these were all leftovers from He Ying.

Her heart felt no fluctuation.

"Yanyan, what are you thinking about?"

Qi Wuya didn’t like Sang Yan’s silence.

He had an indescribable possessiveness towards her, wanting to know her thoughts at all times.

Knowing he was emotionally unstable, not wishing to provoke him, Sang Yan spoke gently, "Nothing much. Just daydreaming."

Qi Wuya didn’t believe her words, knowing she had nothing to say to him, but he spoke regardless, "You should know about the court matters, right?"

Sang Yan deliberately played dumb, "What matters?"

Qi Wuya laughed, "You know what matters. Yanyan, there’s no need to hide. I am fully aware of everything in the Fengyi Palace. I know clearly who is discussing this matter, including your attitude at that time. You were secretly pleased, and even laughed sneakily, right?"

The middle few sentences caused the attending palace attendants to tremble in fear.

What did the Emperor mean?

Would they be punished for discussing this matter privately?

Sang Yan didn’t think about these, only feeling that Qi Wuya was deranged, to even surveil her to this extent.

She seriously suspected that he even knew how many times a day she went to the restroom.

He was sick!

Feeling that her privacy was violated, she said angrily, "Since you know already, then why ask?"

Qi Wuya ignored her anger, still smiling, "Why not ask? I ask you because I wanted to see your reaction. As I thought, your reaction is quite amusing."

He was being sarcastic.

Sang Yan was deceiving and appeasing him.

She would have been thrilled to burst into song upon learning he couldn’t marry her.

She still didn’t like him.

No matter what he did.

Even his fierce confrontations with the ministers, in her eyes, were a joke.

"You really do take a knife to my heart constantly."

He harbored resentment towards her.

But his resentment didn’t last.

He just loved her!

For no reason at all.

"Unfortunately, you will be disappointed. I chopped a few people down, and they immediately behaved."

He fought until he achieved the desired result.

He was the Emperor.

No one could oppose him.

Hearing this, Sang Yan furrowed her brows tightly, her tone unusually solemn, "Qi Wuya, one day, you will regret this decision."

"I already have."

Qi Wuya sighed, his expression solemn and pained, "When I first met you, I should have killed you. Or that night at the Puluo Palace, I should have killed you as well. Even in the tavern when we reunited. Sang Yan, I had countless opportunities to kill you."

But he had missed them all.

He didn’t kill her, but personally planted a poisonous fruit in his heart.

Fortunately, a poisonous fruit can also quench thirst and stave off hunger.

"Get ready."

He looked at her, his gaze suddenly becoming tender, "In half a month, I will marry you as my Empress."

Such gentle and sweet words.

Yet Sang Yan felt a chill all over her body when she heard them.

"You, you’re mad!"

He actually wanted her to marry him while pregnant.

"Qi Wuya, you’re beyond help!"

She really wished she could crack open his skull to see what garbage was inside.

"Yes. I am beyond help. Except for you."

Qi Wuya said with a smile, stood up, and glanced at the palace attendants still kneeling tremblingly on the ground, warning, "Serve well, until the wedding day. If she loses a single hair, you will all be buried with her!"

Palace attendants, "..."

The Emperor is really mad!

Even losing one hair is unacceptable!

Poor them!

Seeing this, Sang Yan had nothing more to say.

She truly didn’t want to speak another word with a madman.

As for the wedding?

Let him do what he wants.

After all, she would never acknowledge it.

In her lifetime, she would only recognize He Ying as her husband.

*

Dahe Palace

Qingning Palace

In the blink of an eye, it had been three days since Qing Wu’s identity was exposed.

During these three days, she had been enduring her corporal punishment.

On the first day, she withstood thirty strokes before fainting.

Upon hearing the news, He Ying ordered her to be dragged away and the execution delayed.

On the second day, she withstood twenty strokes before fainting again.

Upon hearing the news, He Ying once again ordered her delayed.

On the third day, this moment, she withstood ten strokes and fainted yet again.

Upon hearing this news, He Ying spat a "Useless," but also showed mercy, "Enough. Let the Imperial Physician handle it. She must not die."

He hadn’t allowed the Imperial Physician to treat her wounds for the past three days.

He wanted her to live a life worse than death.

"Yes."

Pei Muyang took the order and made arrangements.

Meanwhile, he had someone clean up the bloodstains left by Qing Wu outside the palace.

At that moment, Sang Kun arrived.

Since the Emperor had been wounded by his youngest daughter, Sang Kun was first taken by the imperial guard and had truly suffered in prison.

Fortunately, once the Emperor woke up, he was released.

Since then, he had quietly stayed at home, afraid of offending anyone.

He had a reason for coming out now.

And the reason was quite simple.

Three days later, the news that the Empress had been replaced finally reached his ears.

Upon hearing this, he couldn’t sit still and rushed into the palace immediately.

When he arrived, two little eunuchs were dragging Qing Wu away.

At that time, Qing Wu was already a bloody figure.

Her face, identical to Sang Yan’s, was completely ruined, leaving only a blurred outline of flesh and blood.

If not for the Empress’s attire she still wore, he would hardly dare recognize her.

"This, this—"

Sang Kun looked at Pei Muyang, his face pale, and his voice trembling, asked, "Mr. Pei, what, what exactly is going on? Where is the real Empress? Oh, my poor daughter—"

He sighed and began to tear up.

As for whether his tears were genuine, that remained to be seen.

Pei Muyang looked on coldly for a while, then bowed, pointing to the hall, "If Mr. Sang wants to know the details, you should ask the Emperor himself. I’m just a lowly servant and dare not inquire about the master’s affairs."

Sang Kun didn’t receive a useful answer and managed a forced smile, "Mr. Pei, you are too modest."

How could he dare ask the Emperor?

He had no right to act as the father-in-law since the Empress was not in the palace!

But he had to ask.

The matter concerning the Empress was crucial to the Sang Family’s fate.

Thinking this, Sang Kun lifted his robe and stepped into the hall.

The hall was eerily quiet.

He walked quickly with his heart in his throat, knelt in front of the Dragon Bed, and said, "Your servant greets the Emperor."

After giving respects, he looked up and met the Emperor’s sharp and chilling gaze.

He Ying did not want to see Sang Kun.

But seeing him, he inexplicably thought of Sang Jue and asked, "I heard he went to investigate the whereabouts of Xing Ce and Xiang Ying. Have there been any reports?"