The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: A Taboo

Sang Yan wanted to kill Qi Jiu.

When he was changing the dressing on her hands, she would suddenly leap up and strangle his neck with the gauze.

She would smash his head with a vase when he turned his back to her.

She even thought to put cosmetics like lead powder and vermillion into the water he often drank, hoping to poison him slowly.

But she never succeeded.

Every move she made was under Qi Jiu’s surveillance; how could she possibly prevail?

He even blatantly asked, “Miss Sang, isn’t it good to be alive? Why seek death time after time?”

Sang Yan, with eyes full of hatred, sneered, “You’ve already caused Jiang Ke’s death; do you think I’ll let you continue to harm He Ying?”

She clearly knew that the reason she was still alive was not because he was soft-hearted, but because she was valuable to use.

He wanted to use her to threaten He Ying, to seize benefits, and even take his life.

She had watched helplessly as he drove Jiang Ke to his death, and she would not yield to his wishes anymore.

“What a great woman!”

Qi Jiu praised her but said, “Then I can’t keep you any longer.”

He took out a box from his bosom, opened it, and revealed a white powdered substance, which looked like lead powder.

So was he planning to use her own scheme against her?

Sang Yan felt a moment of weakness; after all, everyone has an instinct to survive, but she quickly steeled her resolve and said, “Do you expect me to just eat this?”

Qi Jiu said nothing and poured her a cup of tea.

Sang Yan had once put lead powder in his tea, and now he was doing the same.

She looked at it and, without hesitation, tipped the contents of the box into the cup.

But the tea turned into white paste!

It wasn’t lead powder at all!

“Hahaha, drink up!”

Qi Jiu’s laughter was clearly mocking her.

Sang Yan furrowed her brows, took a sip, spit it back out—it was flour!

“Are you sick?”

She threw the teacup, picked up a shard, and attempted to attack him.

Qi Jiu easily dodged and pinned her down on his lap, encircling her hands, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and said ambiguously, “Miss Sang, are you throwing yourself into my arms?”

Sang Yan was so angry she wanted to bite his ear.

Qi Jiu’s expression changed instantly, and he pushed her away, disregarding her fall to the ground, and said indifferently, “Indeed, a woman’s heart is as venomous as snakes and scorpions.”

He was frightened by Sang Yan’s biting action.

He also thought of Lv Tianrui, who had been bitten to death by Jiang Ke.

When he learned from Wu Tao that the pirates had a new leader and that Lv Tianrui died such a death, he knew that Jiang Ke must be eliminated.

Previously, he thought Jiang Ke was a reckless man, brave but tactless, but seeing how he incited Lv Tianrui to extort a million gold from Emperor Da He showed his depth of thought.

He could not leave such a dangerous person alive.

To leave the weeds without removing the roots is to let the spring breeze blow and bring them back to life.

“Did you learn that from Jiang Ke?”

He said angrily, “Instead of being a proper person, you choose to act like a dog!”

Sang Yan retorted, “You’re the dog! You’re worse than a beast!”

Qi Jiu laughed irritatedly, crouched down, pinched her chin, and threatened, “If I were as bad as a beast, I would have sent you to my men long ago. The great future Empress of Da He, reduced to a prostitute for others, I’d like to see what face He Ying would have—”

“Slap!”

Sang Yan slapped him hard. After the slap, she seemed to realize what she had done, her shoulders trembled, and placing her hands on the ground, she scooted backward.

In doing so, she pressed her hand onto the broken shards of the teacup.

Suddenly, blood diffused across the area.

Vivid and glaring.

Qi Jiu saw it, furrowed his brows, and continued, “Sang Yan, don’t mistake my goodwill for your excuse to be presumptuous. I have plenty of ways to make your life worse than death.”

Sang Yan had no words to refute.

She was too weak.

Jiang Ke loved her, would indulge her, as long as she cried a little, threw a tantrum, he would immediately compromise, smile apologetically, and please her.

She was spoiled by him.

But Qi Jiu was not him.

He killed Jiang Ke…

Hatred gathered again at the bottom of her eyes.

When he reached out his hand, presumably to pull her up, she grasped a fragment of the teacup and slashed it towards him.

That slash wounded his face.

“Hisss—”

He gasped in pain, looking at Sang Yan in disbelief, he clearly hadn’t expected to be truly injured by her.

On the left side of his face was the wound, about half a finger long, bleeding, and the blood ran down his jaw, dripping into his neck, leaving a sticky mess.

“Mr. Jiu!”

Han Chen, who was guarding outside the door, heard the commotion and rushed in.

“You’re injured!”

He exclaimed, immediately calling for Han Mo.

The two brothers hurried to help him out, returning to Qi Jiu’s temporary room to carefully treat his wound.

Han Mo had a gentle touch and took care of applying the medicine.

Han Chen watched angrily, “That woman has no respect! Mr. Jiu has tolerated her time and time again, yet she not only lacks gratitude, but dares to wound you! Mr. Jiu, should I… go kill her now?”

Qi Jiu remained silent, giving him a fleeting glance that was commanding without anger, frightening Han Chen into submissive silence, head bowed like a quail.

He felt something was very wrong with Mr. Jiu.

Keeping a woman who desired his death, how was that different from the self-destructive Jiang Ke?

But he didn’t dare to say these things, he could only pace back and forth with a face full of worry.

Han Mo was made dizzy by his pacing, “If you have nothing to do, go and tally the stuff. Those guys, probably can’t make heads or tails of it.”

He referred to the assassins clad in black.

They were only tasked with killing, asking them to tally and manage accounts was to ask the impossible.

But Han Chen was no better at it, “Forget it. I won’t. I can’t make sense of it either.”

The pirates’ long-accumulated wealth had all been harvested by them.

Thus, with so much to inventory, he’d be a fool to take on that task himself.

“I’ll do it. You go calculate.”

He wanted to take over Han Mo’s task.

But Qi Jiu refused, “If you don’t want to calculate, then watch her. If something happens to her, think about your own fate.”

Upon hearing this, Han Chen complained, “Mr. Jiu, why keep her at all? Look how she wounded you! Mr. Jiu has never suffered like this from childhood until now.”

“Enough.”

Qi Jiu waved his hand, “She cannot die just yet. I have an important use for her.”

Han Chen, puzzled, asked, “What important use?”

Qi Jiu said, “Think about it on your own. If you can’t figure it out, don’t come to see me.”

Han Chen, “…”

Clutching his head, he left the room.

Han Mo finished bandaging the wound, “The wound is quite deep. It might leave a scar.”

Qi Jiu looked at his own face in the mirror, covered with a piece of gauze, and felt quite ridiculous, “I don’t want to scar. Think of a solution.”

Han Mo, “…Alright.”

Qi Jiu, touching the unharmed half of his face, suddenly asked, “Who do you say is better-looking, me or Jiang Ke?”

Han Mo, “…”

His mouth twitched as he praised, “Of course Mr. Jiu is more handsome.”

When Jiang Ke died, he was like a beggar, unsightly.

While Qi Jiu lived in luxury, with sparse brows and clear eyes, his appearance was handsome and unparalleled.

Qi Jiu said, “Jiang Ke also only took a month’s time…”

Han Mo heard what he left unsaid and frowned, “Why should Mr. Jiu bother comparing himself to a dead man? If you want something, simply take it. But to be moved, that is a serious taboo.”