The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 67: Chapter 067: To Fulfill

He Ying figured out Sang Yan’s disdain for Jiang Ke, and his mood lifted as he chuckled, “You’re right, not everyone is like me, always respecting your thoughts.”

He was putting a feather in his own cap.

Sang Yan rolled her eyes as she listened: “The Emperor really respects my thoughts, huh? But why am I still trapped in this palace, unable to leave?”

He Ying: “…”

At a loss for words.

He could only return to the topic at hand: “Didn’t you want to know about the relationships of those four people? It’s actually like this—”

He relayed Jiang Ke’s words to her.

Sang Yan hadn’t expected the situation to be so complicated: “Now that they are back in Min State, what about Sang Jue? Suxi is still carrying his child, after all.”

He Ying, being protective of his own, decisively made his stance clear: “If you wish, I can favor connections over fairness. I can send people to capture them right now. As for Yu Pochuan, being an important associate of the rebels, by law he should be executed.”

Sang Yan: “…”

That’s not what she meant!

From a woman’s perspective, she sympathized with and respected Suxi—her happiness was in her hands, as was the right to choose.

From the original host’s perspective, she would probably stand by her brother’s side.

Ah.

Complicated.

She scratched her head in worry: “Let me tell you, matters of the heart are particularly troublesome. One should not meddle lightly.”

He Ying watched her and laughed: “I will listen to you.”

From the very beginning, the only one he truly cared about was her.

Sang Yan didn’t know whose advice to follow and decided to wait for Sang Jue’s arrival before discussing further.

He and Yu Pochuan had to make a choice, one of them had to give up.

But the child—

She didn’t want to think about it.

A pure self-inflicted vexation.

In the afternoon,

She learned that Sang Jue had entered the Imperial Palace.

Discussing state affairs with the Emperor in the main hall of Qingning Palace.

Curious about Sang Jue’s approach, she decided to go over.

Then, upon entering the main hall, she saw him kneeling on the ground, dressed in black official attire, kneeling upright, saying, “Yu Pochuan is a confidant of Lord Min, a head of the rebel army, adept at flattery, and winning over people’s hearts. Your servant wishes to go to Min State and eradicate the problem at the root for the Emperor to remove this menace.”

Great, facing his rival, he sure was decisive!

“What about Suxi?”

Sang Yan walked over to Sang Jue and suddenly met his androgynously enchanting face, a shock in her heart: With such an attractive appearance, Sang Jue didn’t move Suxi? What happened to the justice of looks? Could Yu Pochuan’s looks be even better? And if it wasn’t about looks, it must be about talent and character. This also meant Suxi’s feelings for Yu Pochuan were genuine.

“Elder sister.”

Sang Jue called out softly.

He remained kneeling.

Looking up at Sang Yan from an inferior angle.

It unintentionally conveyed a sense of vulnerability.

Coupled with that deceptively handsome face, it was an immediate trigger for one’s protective instincts.

Sang Yan sighed: Alas, I’m getting old, just a few words from this young man, and I can hardly resist.

Daring not to linger her gaze.

She slightly averted her eyes, lowering her tone: “You wear a guise of righteousness, wanting to kill Yu Pochuan, but what about Suxi? If she left with him, it means she’s attached to him. What if she chooses to die for love after his death? She’s also carrying your child in her womb!”

Sang Jue: “…”

He was a cold-hearted person.

Only when mentioning Suxi and the child did his fist clench and he forced himself to endure.

“Sister is right to reprimand me.”

He suppressed his surging murderous intent, showing vulnerability and seeking help: “It’s because my brother is too concerned and confused. Do you have any advice?”

Sang Yan had no advice.

If any existed, it would be the art of doing nothing.

“I’ve heard Suxi was originally a concubine of Lord Min. Back then, seeing her love for Yu Pochuan, Lord Min arranged their union, earning their respect and becoming a beautiful tale. Now, you could perhaps follow suit.”

She thought Sang Jue was nothing but a male homewrecker.

Clinging to power by less than glorious means, one should know when to step back and allow others to flourish.

Sang Jue never expected his sister to say such things, disbelief filling his eyes.

If he were to converse with Sang Ruoshui, he would probably agree with her few sentences—Are you really my blood sister? Are you a Sang Family’s daughter? Where has your loyalty shifted to?

But he could not speak such words in front of the Emperor.

He could only bow his head, suppressing his disappointment, with unavoidable sarcasm slipping through his words, “Sister is truly selfless. Your brother has learned his lesson.”@@novelbin@@

Sang Yan: “…”

There, as expected, I was despised.

I should not have involved myself in this matter.

He Ying had said to listen to Sang Yan, and he truly meant it.

He immediately voiced his support, “Your sister speaks sensibly. You are the future Imperial Uncle, what woman could you not have? Since Suxi’s heart belongs to another, let it be. Just let them be together. Should you fancy any woman in the future, simply seek me out to confer a marriage.”

Sang Jue: “…”

Thank you both so very much!

With a word from each, there goes my wife.

Dissatisfied in his heart, he could not afford to disrespect the Emperor and managed only to force a smile, “I thank the Emperor for his magnanimity. However, Suxi is carrying the Sang Family’s offspring, I must make a trip to Min State to bring back the child.”

The lineage was of great importance.

He Ying nodded, yet also warned, “Once in Min State, remember to sever past bonds, abide by your word, and refrain from mistakes.”

How could He Ying not know that Sang Jue was not convinced in his heart?

If he were ordered to give up Sang Yan, he would feel the urge to kill that person!

Only Sang Yan, who had never truly loved, would speak of such selflessness?

A towering man who cannot even protect the woman he loves, what dignity is left for him to live by?

“Indeed. I shall bear it in mind.”

Having agreed, Sang Jue then took his leave.

Sang Yan watched him depart, his stiff and steely frame marching with the force of a tiger, his anger clear to see.

“Will he truly let them be?”

A bad premonition surged in her heart.

He Ying’s confident response came in just two words: “He won’t.”

Tension rose unwittingly within Sang Yan, “Are we just going to let him go like this?”

He Ying said, “I will send Hidden Guards to follow. They will intervene if necessary.”

Sang Yan was satisfied, “The Emperor has considered everything thoroughly.”

He Ying raised an eyebrow with a rare nonchalance, “Again with the praise? Aside from verbal compliments, is there no substantial reward?”

His eyes were serious, “What if I want both? Would you refuse?”

“It could be arranged.”

Sang Yan did not refuse, smiling as she extended her arms, slowly adding, “I am here, the Emperor is free to take what he wishes.”

A mere hug, a single kiss—who would be afraid?

He Ying, not expecting her consent, was excited and moved to embrace her, but sometimes, once obtained, the urgency fades, “Wait a moment, I’ll apply some more Jade Frost Ointment.”

He was not fearful of her falling ill, but rather that her illness might tarnish his image!

The face of Jiang Ke still flashed in his mind.

He had to maintain perfect appearance at all times.

Sang Yan, not aware of the underlying reasons, simply felt let down.

The courage to take the initiative was like a bubble, dissolving in a moment.

Hmph, it was his lost opportunity!

So, when He Ying returned after applying the Jade Frost Ointment, the halls were empty.

He chased after her, but her figure was nowhere to be seen.

Pei Muyang stood outside the palace, seeing the Emperor emerge, and without waiting for a question, he weakly said, “Emperor, Lord Sang left a message.”

He Ying asked, “What message?”

Pei Muyang replied, “The moment is gone. Perhaps another time.”

He Ying: “…”

When would that be?