The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 101: Chapter 101 Blood Rain

Xuanrao sighed deeply, “Such is the world. People are but mere weeds.”

Sang Yan said, “I will urge the Emperor to change these bad habits and do my best.”

Xuanrao nodded, “Hmm. Once my tavern is open and I start making money, I too shall contribute to the welfare of the world.”

The two chatted until the third period of the night.

Weary from the journey by boat and carriage, Xuanrao was the first to feel sleepy.

As she was talking, she fell asleep, and Sang Yan spoke no more.

They slept until dawn.

After washing up, Xuanrao ate breakfast with Sang Yan and then descended the mountain.

Sang Yan’s life returned to normal.

She attended classes in the morning and evening, ate vegetarian meals, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

The rain continued to drizzle down.

This year’s rainfall had indeed been plentiful.

On the fifteenth day of praying to Buddha,

while she was sound asleep, she suddenly heard Qiuzhi scream—

“Ah—”

Frightened, she jumped out of bed, not even bothering with her shoes, and rushed outside.

“What happened? Qiuzhi, what’s going on—”

Before she could finish, she saw the ground outside covered in red water.

A cold wind blew over.

Bringing the rain with it.

She reached out her hand to wipe it, and the rainwater was like blood.

“Miss, what’s happening? Why is it raining blood?”

Tears of fear welled up in Qiuzhi’s eyes as she clung tightly to her hand.

Sang Yan caught the rainwater with her hand—red, like fresh blood.

The terror in Qiuzhi’s voice reached her ears, “Miss, is this a warning from the heavens? It’s too frightening.”

Hearing her words, Sang Yan immediately thought of the people of Mandu City and the ministers, sighing inwardly: Alas, this Capital City, it’s going to be unrest again. Who knows how these ministers will take advantage of this to create trouble!

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Everyone in Mandu City was very alarmed, feeling as if the heavens were warning them.

But what could the heavens possibly be warning about?

The Empress Dowager had passed away.

The whole nation mourned.

Yet the Emperor was proceeding with the plans to depose the Empress and welcome a new one with great joy.

The prospective new Empress was a widow with a husband-killing fate.

Countless people harbored thoughts of opposition.

The former dynasty’s ministers naturally did not miss this opportunity, joining many scholars and citizens who knelt in front of the Meridian Gate, pleading with the Emperor not to depose the Empress and not to accept Sang Yan as the new Empress.

“A bunch of damned fools!”

He Ying raged in the Imperial Study, knocking down a table full of petitions and smashing a fine inkstone.

“Each and every one of them begrudges my happiness.”

He leaned on the desk with one hand, pinching his temple, his chest heaving with anger.

Pei Muyang approached with tea, soothing in a soft voice, “Your Majesty, please calm down, Chu Jianzheng is already trying to calculate the cause of the blood rain.”

After Wan Zhang passed away, his subordinate, Chu Jun, had risen to the position of Director.

But He Ying was not optimistic about him, “Who knows when he will figure it out. If Wan Zhang were still alive…”

Some people’s absence truly underscores their importance.

Pei Muyang also knew that if Wan Zhang were still alive, he would definitely be able to provide an explanation and calm the people quickly.

This blood rain was truly causing panic.

“Please revoke your decree, Your Majesty!”

Voices of ministers resonated from outside.

He Ying listened with irritation, his fists creaking.

He wanted to kill.

These ministers, who could not bear to see him happy, deserved to die!

He slammed his fist onto the desk, and before contemplating murder, he issued an order: “Go to Long Chan Temple.”

He was so anxious and worried, Sang Yan must be even more frightened.

It would be better to see her in person.

He left the Imperial Study.

Outside, everything was blood-red.

The ministers’ robes were also soaked with red.

As they knelt in the blood rain, seeing him emerge, they all kowtowed:

“Your Majesty, a blood rain has descended from heaven, an ominous sign indeed.”

“True, having a Demoness as the Empress is a grave omen, please revoke your decree, Your Majesty.”

“Ever since the Sang Family’s daughter entered the palace, strange and calamitous events have occurred frequently. Demoness brings disaster to the nation, please be aware, Your Majesty. If this continues, the country will no longer be a country.”

…

They once again blamed Sang Yan for the cause of the blood rain.

He Ying was too lazy to waste words with them and went straight into the carriage, exiting the Imperial Palace.

Outside the Imperial Palace

The blood rain seemed even fiercer.

Puddles collected in the uneven areas of the ground.

The people were running back to their homes, shouting:

“The gods are angry!”

“Da He is doomed!”

“The Emperor has taken a new Empress, and we will face divine punishment!”

…

Such words infuriated He Ying to the point of wanting to kill.

“How preposterous!”

He bellowed and ordered, “Arrest all those who spread rumors! Hand them over to Xie Sui for thorough investigation!”

“Yes.”

Pei Muyang alighted from the carriage, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and sent people to make the arrests.

The carriage continued on.

When going uphill, the carriage was too cumbersome, so he switched to riding a horse.

By the time he reached Long Chan Temple, he was drenched like a red-soaked chicken.

At that moment

Sang Yan was in her room studying the blood water.

She had Qiuzhi collect a basin of it and placed it on the table, she sniffed it for a while, there was no blood smell, instead, there was a faint scent of grass.

She had seen videos about blood rain in her modern times, related to atmospheric circulation, ecological environment, etc.

In any case, it absolutely wasn’t rain composed of real blood.

“Emperor—”

A cry of surprise came from the side.

Qiuzhi, looking at the miserably disheveled Emperor at the door, covered her mouth.

Hearing the voice, Sang Yan immediately looked over, “He Ying!”

She quickly walked over and looked him up and down, “What happened to you? It’s raining and you still came? Aren’t you cold?”

He Ying didn’t speak, his eyes vacant as if his soul was snatched away, standing there dazed, his hair disheveled, his forehead and face dripping with red water, his imperial robes soaked with red, as if he had emerged from a pile of corpses like a vengeful god.

Qiuzhi shakily handed him a handkerchief.

Sang Yan instructed her to make some ginger soup, then took the handkerchief to wipe his hair and the rain off his body, “Why don’t you speak? What happened?”

He had her heart flustered.

“Nothing.”

He Ying suddenly embraced her tightly.

As if he feared she would disappear.

Sang Yan grew even more uneasy, speculating, “What exactly happened? Is it because of this blood rain? I told you, this blood rain has nothing to do with bad omens or curses, it’s just a natural phenomenon.”

He Ying didn’t care about the blood rain, just held her tightly, his tone obsessive, “Sang Yan, you are mine. No one can take you away from my hands.”

Sang Yan nodded, soothing him softly, “Mm-hmm. I won’t leave. Don’t worry.”

She let him hold her for a while, feeling the rain from his body soaking her clothes, then said, “Let go a bit. You’re all wet, and now my clothes are too.”

He Ying, hearing this, then remembered his dirty state and hastily let her go, calling out for a little monk to heat some water.

Sang Yan stepped out of his embrace, continuing to wipe him down.

Qiuzhi also brought the ginger soup.

He Ying took it and drank it in one gulp.

Sang Yan told him to take off his wet clothes and found some men’s clothes for him.

He Ying frowned upon seeing it, “How come you have men’s clothes?”

His first reaction was that there might be another man, but he quickly dismissed the ridiculous thought.

He trusted that Sang Yan had him in her heart.

Then he noticed the clothes fitted him well.

He couldn’t help but think: perhaps she knew he would come and had prepared them?

Sang Yan, smiling, clarified his confusion, “When I left the palace, I knew you would often come, so I brought two sets of your casual clothes.”

He Ying felt relieved, couldn’t resist kissing her, “Ah Yan, you’re really kind.”

Then he picked her up and sat her on his lap.

While kissing her neck, he expressed his love, “I missed you so much.”

Sang Yan found his kisses ticklish, constantly dodging, “Stop it. Let’s be serious. Did you come here because of the blood rain?”

He nodded, his chin against her neck, murmuring, “Came to see you. I was worried you’d be scared.”

So it was.

He was constantly thinking of her!

She felt moved.

And very sweet.

Sang Yan’s heart melted, she turned her head and kissed his nose, laughing, “I’m not scared at all. Not only am I not scared, but I also know why it’s raining like this.”