The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Before the Wedding

Duke Zhongyi Mansion

Jiang Ke was in his own room, polishing the long sword in his hands.

The sword was three feet long, with a red tassel jade pendant hanging from the hilt and the blade itself emitting a forbidding cold light.

A gust of wind blew.

His jet-black hair fluttered onto the cold light of the blade, severing a few strands.

He didn’t care, his gaze fell upon the Dahe Territory Map on the table.

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Heading north, Qu Zhi had defected to Beiqi, potentially heralding chaos and war.

Going south, the flourishing land and water routes permitted quick exchange of information, hardly suitable for concealment.

Heading east, myriad traders by the sea mingled with the good and bad; if one ventured out to sea, it would be like the vast ocean, where fish leap at will.

Thus, east was best.

The sun rises in the east.

The purple aura comes from the east.

It also boded well.

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Jiang Ke placed his sword on the eastern side of the map, with a plan already forming in his mind.

“Young Master, it’s time for dinner—”

Fang Ju brought in the evening meal and seeing him as if he were in a trance, called out twice.

Jiang Ke returned to his senses, glanced at the evening meal, and felt no appetite.

“I’m not hungry. Take it away. Do not disturb me again.”

He dismissed the servant with a wave of his hand and sat there like a statue.

The first night watch.

The second night watch.

He listened to the passing of the watches, his handsome face growing increasingly cold.

Until the third period of the night.

He changed into dark night clothes and made his way to Sang Mansion.

The Sang Mansion was festooned with red silk, filled with celebratory joy.

Sang Yan was about to be married.

The day after tomorrow.

His time was running out.

He studied the Hidden Guards surrounding Sang Mansion; there were roughly eight, enough to seal it off completely.

How could he take someone away without anyone noticing?

This was a difficult problem.

He sat on the roof of the Moon Viewing Tower, lost in prolonged thought.

*

Sang Jue gazed at the wedding dress atop the bed of his wife Suxi.

He pictured her wearing the wedding dress in his mind.

Truly beautiful.

Every frown and smile was etched in his dreams.

But she was so cruel.

To say she didn’t want it, to discard him just like that.

He touched the wedding dress, holding it close, having held it for so long that he could no longer catch her scent.

It infuriated him.

He couldn’t hold onto anything.

No!

He would hold on!

After Sang Yan’s wedding, he planned to kill Yu Pochuan and take back everything that belonged to him.

No one would stop him.

*

Imperial Palace

Yuesang Palace

Sang Ruoshui tenderly touched the red veil, murmuring, “How wonderful would it be if Emperor himself had embroidered this?”

Upon learning that the Emperor had personally embroidered a red veil for Sang Yan, she couldn’t help but embroider one for herself.

As one of the concubines, she didn’t have the privilege to wear a red veil when she entered the Imperial Palace. She hadn’t minded it before, but only she knew the bitterness she felt now.

The Emperor didn’t love her.

If he didn’t love anyone, it wouldn’t matter.

She could convince herself that he was the Emperor, with ambitions that spanned the whole world, neglecting love and affection.

But he had fallen for her sister, of all people.

Ah, sister!

What kind of sister is she?

Others’ sisters always look after their younger siblings, right?

But what about her? She monopolizes the Emperor all to herself, hogging all his affection.

How detestable!

She tugged at her red veil, consumed by jealousy for a moment, and couldn’t help thinking: Wouldn’t it be great if she died on her wedding night? Or perhaps a flower-thief could come and kidnap her? Without her, would the Emperor start to look her way more?

These days she had been looking at herself in the mirror over and over, feeling that she did resemble Sang Yan somewhat, like their noses, their lips…

She was not inferior to Sang Yan!

If only Sang Yan were gone…

*

Qingning Palace

He Ying tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

His wedding was tomorrow.

He was too excited tonight.

Pei Muyang, seeing the restless Emperor, smiled and advised, “Emperor, the wedding procedures are complicated; you should rest early. Otherwise, you might not have the energy to handle it all tomorrow.”

He Ying knew he had to conserve his energy, but he just couldn’t sleep!

He was also itching for a chat.

“Do you think Ah Yan is doing the same? Unable to sleep like me?”

He sat up, his eyes bright and spirited, a smile in his gaze.

“Of course.”

Pei Muyang chose comforting words, “Which girl wouldn’t be excited and restless on the eve of marrying the man of her dreams? Especially since you’re the Emperor; if it were another girl, she would wake up laughing from her sleep.”

He Ying was delighted to hear that and asked further, “Do you think she could be talking about me with Qiuzhi?”

Pei Muyang played along with a smile, “She probably is. Lord Sang can’t sleep, so she must be chatting. Since you’re her husband-to-be, who else would she talk about?”

“Shall we go see her?”

He Ying, on a whim, was ready to get out of bed.

Pei Muyang felt a twinge of alarm and hastily dissuaded him, “Emperor, it’s unlucky for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. True, you are the Emperor, protected by the heavens, but Lord Sang has gone to pray to the Buddha, which shows she cares about these customs. If you really went, it might upset her. On this joyous day, please think carefully, Emperor.”

After some thought, He Ying lay back down.

He didn’t want to make Sang Yan unhappy.

“But I miss her. I don’t know why, but I especially want to see her right now.”

He touched where his heart was, it was racing with elation, but amidst the happiness, there was also a touch of unease.

It always felt like something was about to slip away.

His possessive fear over Sang Yan wasn’t new, so he just stared at the nearby hourglass, lost in thought: “What watch of the night is it now?”

“The third period of night.”

“Only the third period of night? Time passes so slowly.”

“Emperor, it’s late, you should sleep. Once you do, time will fly by. Before you know it, it will be time to fetch Lord Sang.”

Pei Muyang urged him to sleep.

He even boldly pressed him back down onto the bed.

He Ying’s thoughts were elsewhere, and he didn’t even mind the presumptuous act.

He obediently closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

*

Sang Mansion

Sang Yan had gone to bed early.

Naturally, she was also excited about her wedding, but she managed her emotions well. Wanting to be a beautiful bride, she hadn’t stayed up late for the past few days, taking great care of her skin and health.

But Qiuzhi was too excited to sleep.

Tomorrow, her mistress would become the Empress.

She would have to address her as Lady.

Those words ‘Lady’ sounded so pleasant.

Even saying it, she felt different.

“Lady, Lady—”

She lay on the small couch beside the bed, calling out excitedly, getting accustomed to the new form of address.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted into her nose.

Drowsiness overwhelmed her, and she fell asleep at once.

Sang Yan in the bed also breathed in that peculiar scent, unconsciously rubbing her nose and falling into an even deeper sleep.

That’s when the door opened.

“Sang Yan, Sang Yan—”

The figure in black attire with a covered face approached the bed, called out softly a few times, and even pushed her gently.

Sang Yan showed no reaction, as if dead to the world.

The intruder, looking at her sleeping face, gently caressed her cheek, murmuring, “Ah Yan, I’m sorry. Don’t blame me.”

With those words, they hoisted her up, left the room, and with a leap, vanished into the vast night.