The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me
Chapter 344 - 341: Last Will

Chapter 344: Chapter 341: Last Will

Sang Kun still hadn’t received news of his son and thus replied in a particularly soft voice, "To answer Your Majesty, there is still no news for the time being."

He Ying was somewhat disappointed, but did not show any signs of blame; instead, he changed the subject and asked, "Then what brings you here?"

"Having heard that the Empress’s identity is in doubt, Your Majesty, my poor daughter..."

Sang Kun’s face showed worry as he cautiously asked, "Where is she now?"

He Ying also wanted to know where Sang Yan was.

But he still knew too little.

It wouldn’t be convenient to say that she might have been taken to Beiqi.

Perhaps he had been impulsive after all, not to have blamed Qing Wu and leaked the news that the Empress was an imposter.

When Sang Yan came back, after disappearing twice, she would likely face even more criticism.

But what had been spread had been spread; there was no need for regret now.

The important thing now was to recuperate.

He would personally eradicate Beiqi and bring her back himself.

"She will return."

His eyes were determined, and his tone was confident, "I will bring her back."

With that, Sang Kun dared not speak any longer.

His daughter really was missing.

Given the last disappearance, it was quite likely for the same reason.

His poor daughter, truly a fragile twist of fate.

Fortunately, the Emperor would not give up on her.

As long as the Emperor did not give up, he would just wait for her return.

Thinking this, he bowed deeply and said, "Then, this humble official wishes Your Majesty every success."

*

Sang Jue’s pursuit had also gone smoothly.

After Sang Ruoshui bit her tongue and committed suicide, he went to visit this foolish sister at the Prison Department.

He learned from Chief Wang Lishuo of the Prison Department about Xing Ce and Xiang Ying’s disappearance and immediately sensed something was amiss.

He interrogated the others Palace Attendants of Yuesang Palace on the spot and learned that Xing Ce and Xiang Ying had colluded to use a fragrance called "Lover’s Sleep" on his sister.

This fragrance sounded dubious right from the start.

He had tried it several times and had nightly dreams of his wife Suxi.

And yet, Suxi was right by his side, well within his reach.

He should not have been so impatient, uncontrollably eager like a young lad trying meat for the first time.

Strange.

Very strange.

He had a premonition that Sang Ruoshui had been calculated against and taken advantage of.

And the ones who had plotted against her were Xing Ce and Xiang Ying.

Their disappearance fit his hypothesis perfectly.

He had to find the two of them to uncover the truth.

The truth was cruel.

Sang Jue watched Xiang Ying crying beside the bonfire, suppressing his impatience, listening as she revealed the truth.

"He suddenly changed, as if he’d become a different person. Originally a taciturn, simple-minded lad, all at once he became clever and lively, even smooth and sophisticated. Yes, he even developed ambitions, saying he wanted to serve in Yuesang Palace, to show his loyalty before Princess Consort Sang. Heh, what a fool. I was such a fool. I should’ve realized it sooner."

Xiang Ying looked at the jumping flames.

The firelight revealed her disheveled hair, dirty clothes, and numb expression.

Her tears were still flowing.

Great sorrow, silent and deep.

She continued crying, continuing to speak: "By helping him get noticed by Princess Consort Sang, he presented Lover’s Sleep, claiming it could fulfill the Lady’s wishes. Since then, the Princess Consort couldn’t live without it—not just without him, but also without the Lover’s Sleep. She spent her days in a daze, lost in sweet dreams about the Emperor. She seemed very happy during that time. We servants, we all wanted Princess Consort Sang to be happy."

"Get to the point."

Sang Jue grew impatient, wiping his sword as he urged her, "Xiang Ying, I don’t have time for your rambling. If you do not get to the point now, don’t bother speaking."

He did not want to hear someone else’s tragic love story.

But Xiang Ying, seizing the rare opportunity to confide in someone, continued at her own pace, "Back then, no one knew the grave dangers of Lover’s Sleep. At first, Princess Consort Sang just became more sleepy, then her temper became increasingly volatile, only Lover’s Sleep could calm her, and eventually, Princess Consort Sang started to talk to herself, as if speaking to someone. We wanted to call the Imperial Physician, but Xing Ce stopped me. He said he loved me, told me to trust him. He also said that Princess Consort Sang would be alright. His eyes at that time..."

She reminisced, her tears stopping, and even a smile appeared on her face.

Clearly, she was immersed in the "beautiful" memories.

"You don’t know, his eyes at that time, they were like the Emperor’s eyes when he looks at the Empress, so tender, so sincere, so cherished, so enchanting."

At this, Xiang Ying’s expression changed, she broke down crying and laughing: "It was all fake! Hahaha! I’m telling you, it was all fake! He never loved me... always deceiving me..."

So she was deceived, body and soul.

Even though she was pregnant.

She still remembered telling him about the pregnancy, his shock, his panic, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Xiangxiang, don’t be afraid, I promise you and the child will be okay. You believe me. Just wait for me a little longer."

She loved him too much at that time.

She believed whatever he said.

And so she obediently waited.

It seemed like five or six days had passed, the Emperor and Empress had their grand wedding, Princess Consort Sang attempted assassination, and all of us palace attendants were captured by the Prison Department.

It was over.

It was over.

They were all finished.

As it turned out, all the palace attendants were finished, including Princess Consort Sang. All were doomed except for her.

Xing Ce took her away.

To this day, she didn’t know how he managed to take her.

It was as if she had woken up all of a sudden, in a fast-moving carriage, the Imperial City rich and prosperous, now blanketed by pure white snow outside.

They had already left the Imperial City.

Heading north.

She was pregnant and couldn’t endure the bumpy ride.

He said, "I’ve found a place for you to stay. Rest there and take care of your pregnancy, and wait for me to come back and get you."

She believed him.

And she waited, and waited.

He never came back for her.

She knew he would never return.

He ruined her life and left without looking back.

That bastard!

She had to find him!

She needed an explanation!

She hired a carriage, braving the harsh wind and bitter cold to Beiqi.

Until Sang Jue found her.

She still foolishly thought about protecting him.

"Continue,"

Sang Jue, with a cold face, urged her on.

Xiang Ying couldn’t hide the truth for Xing Ce any longer.

She looked at the dead coachman beside her, then touched her belly, throbbing with intense pain, something was flowing from below.

It was blood.

She was sure of it.

The thick blood was nearly drowning her breath.

Their child...

Xiang Ying cried again, her cries heart-wrenching: "He’s a Beiqi lackey! He took the Empress away! It was the Bei Qi Emperor’s order! Hahaha! In his eyes, I and the child are less than a word from the Bei Qi Emperor!"

Sang Jue finally heard the lengthy truth.

His expression remained unreadable, only when Xiang Ying said her last few words did his eyes flash with a touch of melancholy—so it was the Bei Qi Emperor’s doing? How was he to save her now?

He couldn’t think of a way, so he stopped trying.

He looked at the frail, haggard woman with not a hint of sympathy, his words cold-hearted, "Any last words?"

After learning the truth, she held no more value to him.

He was going to kill her.

Perhaps she had been talking nonsense for too long and exhausted his patience.

He just wanted to kill her.

Xiang Ying knew as soon as Sang Jue captured her, that she had no way out.

She had caused such misery to Princess Consort Sang and colluded with a Beiqi spy; being cut to pieces wouldn’t be too harsh.

"Last words, huh..."

With tears streaming down her face, she seemed to be smiling, "Erect a gravestone for my child as well, what shall it say?"

She thought for a moment, genuinely smiled, that smile surprisingly serene, "Just call it... Gui’an."

Death is not to be feared.

It’s just a return to a place of peace.