The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me
Chapter 346 - 343: Sweet Deal

Chapter 346: Chapter 343: Sweet Deal

"Qi Wuya! Not like this!"

Sang Yan wore a look of terror, trying to struggle.

Seeing this, Qi Wuya gave a gentle smile, comforting her, "Yanyan, don’t be afraid. I’ll only do what you can handle."

He insinuated a game of boundaries.

Sang Yan figured it out and kept shaking her head, "No, Qi Wuya, it really isn’t possible. It really isn’t."

Qi Wuya laid her on the bed and pressed his hand over her lips, "Ah Yan, a man can’t bear to hear the word ’no.’"

Tears streamed down Sang Yan’s face from fear, "I can’t bear it. Qi Wuya, I’m pregnant, I shouldn’t get agitated."

She wielded the doctor’s advice as her shield.

Qi Wuya laughed, "Yanyan, I’ve told you, don’t use pregnancy as a talisman. If your emotions must not be agitated, then control your emotions."

What he wanted to do, he always did.

When men are aroused, they are irrational.

Sang Yan knew this well and wept, showing her weakness, "Please, Qi Wuya, don’t. I can’t control it."

"You can’t control it, so I must?"

Qi Wuya kissed away her tears, gasping, soothing, "Be good, Yanyan. I’ve been abstaining and praying for a long time. You should give me a little sweetness, right? Don’t resist me. I don’t want to hurt you."

He held her hand, her soft and tender hand, kissing it, controlling it.

Sang Yan truly wanted to cripple him.

But he was on guard, chuckling in her ear, "Yanyan, hurting me would hardly be wise."

With no other choice, Sang Yan was forced to swallow this bitter pill.

Qi Wuya took advantage, satisfied, squinting his eyes, his face rubbing against hers, he murmured softly, "Yanyan, isn’t this nice?"

Sang Yan resisted the urge to slap him, her voice choked, "As long as you’re happy."

Qi Wuya got what he wanted and was naturally happy.

Though he didn’t go all the way, he had scratched an itch.

After he had calmed her down and left the Fengyi Palace, that itch came back.

People are greedy.

Once they’ve tasted sweetness, they crave more.

But, no rush.

He stood outside the palace, looking up at the cold moon, feeling the itchy flow of blood, telling himself: There will be plenty of days to come. Just wait a bit longer. The longer you wait, the sweeter it will be when you finally partake. Just like that recent intimacy, utterly satisfying and endlessly memorable.

"Emperor, it’s cold outside, let’s go back."

Eunuch Cheng Hui softly reminded.

Qi Wuya gave him a smile, nodded, and started walking.

After a few steps, he turned back, looking at the Fengyi Palace left behind, thinking: What is she doing now? Is she still crying piteously? Ah, why does she love to cry so much? We hadn’t even gotten to the final step, wouldn’t she flood the Imperial Palace with tears then? Can’t help but look forward to it.

Inside Fengyi Palace

Sang Yan wasn’t crying, but instead was washing her hands.

Over and over again.

Until her hands turned bright red, then she stopped.

She loathed Qi Wuya.

She should have crippled him when she had the chance.

Death to the pervert!

The more she hated Qi Wuya, the more she missed He Ying— what was he doing? How was his recovery? Was he eating well, sleeping well? Before she was drugged, the face similar to hers he saw, would he be able to tell the difference? Would he kiss her?

She shouldn’t think anymore.

The more she thought, the more despair she felt.

She touched her lower abdomen, silently encouraging herself: I still have my child. I’m no longer just a man’s woman, but a child’s mother. I must not cry.

But tears kept streaming down.

Tonight was doomed to be another sleepless night.

*

Duhe Palace

Qingning Palace

"Ah Yan! Ah Yan!"

He Ying woke up screaming.

He had dreamed again, in the dream Sang Yan was crying, nonstop, breaking his heart.

How could a woman have so many tears?

He could not wipe it away, and awoke in a sweat of desperation.

Waking up was a cruel reality.

There was no Sang Yan.

Only a cold, empty room.

"Emperor, Emperor—"

Pei Muyang stood by the bedside, gently calling and passing over a cup of hot tea.

He Ying did not drink, still frozen, caught in the remnants of his dream.

"Emperor, Emperor—"

Pei Muyang called again, gently pushing him a little.

He Ying finally came around but looked at him and said, "I dreamed about Ah Yan."

Pei Muyang knew he had dreamed about the Empress, after all, he had woken up calling the Empress’s name.

Ah, this poor pair of mandarin ducks!

"Emperor, don’t worry. The Empress is wise and clever, she will definitely look after herself and wait for you to rescue her."

He said these comforting words.

But in fact, they sounded pale and weak.

He Ying replied, "What I want is not merely for her to live safely, but for her to live safely and joyfully."

So even if she was not in mortal peril while with Qi Wuya, he still lived in the agony of being burned by intense fire.

"I can’t wait any longer."

His injuries were not yet healed, but he could wait no longer.

When Pei Muyang heard him say this, he hurriedly advised, "Please think carefully, Emperor. Your injuries cannot withstand jostling."

He had just returned from the Ghost Gate and to travel thousands of miles to Beiqi would be extremely dangerous.

He Ying knew it was dangerous, but was obstinate: "Start preparations. As long as Luo Shan comes with me, she will take good care of my health and ensure my safe arrival in Beiqi."

"Emperor, temporary safety doesn’t mean future safety. Wearing yourself out and depleting your health will harm your future—"

Pei Muyang, emotionally charged, could not continue.

He paused for a long while, unable to recover his composure. Instead, he became even more agitated, raising his voice: "Emperor, forgive your servant’s frankness, you are joking with your health for the rest of your life."

"So what?"

He Ying’s tone was breezy and indifferent: "Without her, the future means nothing to me."

Pei Muyang could never change the Emperor’s mind.

He could only go to the side hall, find Luo Shan, and discuss a plan: "The Emperor does not care for his health and intends to go to Beiqi to rescue the Empress. Doctor Luo, please find a way to change the Emperor’s mind and make him take care of his health."

Luo Shan was still in bed asleep.

After being awakened, she was drowsy for a while before barely managing to become lucid: "You, you, Mr. Pei, what did you just say?"

Pei Muyang repeated the situation.

Luo Shan exclaimed, "The Emperor wants to go to Beiqi? He’s mad!"

With his frail body, let alone going to Beiqi, he could hardly walk two steps out of bed. Ridiculous!

"No! The Emperor’s injury involves vital channels, he must not travel far for at least ten to fifteen days!"

"Exactly. But the Emperor won’t listen to advice! If the Empress were here—"

At this point, Pei Muyang slapped his forehead and sighed, "Alas, if the Empress were here, the Emperor wouldn’t be this crazed."

Luo Shan agreed deeply—such deep love between the Emperor and Empress. Without the Empress, the harem was dead and ice-cold.

Thinking of the Empress, she still needed to be rescued.

Luo Shan began to wonder, "How does the Emperor plan to rescue the Empress?"

Pei Muyang speculated, "Marshal Rong is still commanding the armies at the border. I believe the Emperor wants to go to Beiqi personally and meet with Marshal Rong. The war is about to start again."

"Winter is not convenient for waging war."

"Yes."

"This also gives the Emperor time to recuperate."

"The problem is that the Emperor wants to go."

"Then don’t let him go."

"How can we not let him go?"

That was where Pei Muyang was stuck—who dared to defy the Emperor’s decree?

Luo Shan thought of someone: "Go and ask Chu Jianzheng from the Observatory."

She recalled Chu Jun’s ability to discern the authenticity of the Empress by observation and figured he might have some other skills as well.