The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 68: Chapter 068 Waiting

Regarding next time, He Ying was concerned.

He had invited Sang Yan to the main hall for dinner that evening.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, he suggested a hug.

Sang Yan refused, “There’s no atmosphere.”

He Ying didn’t understand. “Atmosphere? What do you mean?”

“Figure it out yourself.”

Sang Yan teased him on purpose, “You’re so clever, you’ll probably understand what I mean soon enough.”

He Ying: “…”

So, what did she actually mean?

He was utterly confused.

Sang Yan had disappeared.

Or rather, she had fled to the Cold Palace.

By the time He Ying vaguely understood what she meant and went to the side hall to look for her, he finally learned she had gone to the Cold Palace.

This little wild rabbit was too mischievous.

“Meow meow—”

The cat leapt onto his shoulder.

He Ying then sat on the soft couch, holding the cat and stroking it.

While stroking the cat, he asked, “Snowball, when will your owner come back?”

Naturally, the cat couldn’t answer.

It snuggled comfortably in his arms, occasionally flicking its tail.

“Thud—”

The sound of the night watchman came from outside.

The first night watch had begun.

Sang Yan hadn’t come back.

“Thud—thud—”

It was now the second night watch.

Sang Yan still hadn’t returned.

“Meow meow—”

The cat jumped out of He Ying’s arms and ran away.

Heaven, this was too horrifying!

If he kept stroking it, it would go bald!

Pei Muyang observed the Emperor’s darkening face and whispered softly, “Shall we send someone to urge her?”

“No need!”

He Ying refused and coldly said, “I want to see when she’ll come back!”

He ordered someone to fetch the petitions.

He was determined to wait here until the end.

Pei Muyang didn’t dare to advise further; he immediately sent someone to bring the petitions, thinking to himself, “Why bother with this? Just send someone to fetch her, and it’s all settled.”

Two little eunuchs quickly brought the petitions.

He Ying irritably flipped through them, occasionally muttering fiercely, “Damn it! Utterly despicable!”

Eventually, he tossed the petitions to Pei Muyang, fuming, “Look at this, they even dare to draft the petitions in such a dreadful manner!”

Pei Muyang picked up the petitions, glanced at them briefly, and instantly understood the source of the Emperor’s anger—the state official’s petition likely had nothing important to report, so he had filled it with trivial personal matters, detailing how many kittens and puppies were born, how many flowers bloomed in his garden each day, how many fruits it bore, even including how many hairs he lost each day…

No wonder the Emperor was infuriated.

Petitions should report local affairs; what was he doing chatting with the Emperor?

Truly daringly seeking death!

And as for that matter of breeding and fruit bearing, wasn’t it covertly hurrying along a birth?

“Your Majesty, please calm down.”

Thinking of the official’s well-managed region where people were prosperous and crime was rare, Pei Muyang advised, “That Mr. Dong was promoted by you, surely he’s just too grateful for your kindness, showing familiarity in the petition because he feels close to you.”

He Ying took a deep breath, holding his forehead and said, “You’re right. You’re right, this man was promoted by me. Promoted by me! Just bear with it! Bear with it…”

Pei Muyang: “…”

Sigh.

Being the Emperor is not easy.

Each time he encountered such bizarre petitions, it really tested his patience.

He Ying, suppressing his anger, read a few more petitions but ultimately couldn’t hold back.

“Nothing but nonsense!”

This time, he was so angry he even swore.

The petition had been thrown down once again.

Pei Muyang numbly went to pick it up and took a glance, oh, this person he knew well, a official who greatly enjoyed flattering.

How much had he written this time?

He flipped through the pages, goodness, it was over twenty pages long.

“Count them for me!”

He Ying really meant it this time, “Count every single word clearly, how much nonsense is it this time!”

Pei Muyang: “…”

Sigh.

The Emperor is so boring.

Lord Sang, please come and save me.

He internally screamed, yet outwardly he could only count word by word.

He didn’t know how long he had been counting, but his eyes were dazzled and he finally counted clearly, “Your Majesty, a total of eighteen thousand two hundred words!”

“Absurd!”

He Ying slapped the table, his chest heaving with anger, “He’s really skilled now! Truly skilled!”

Pei Muyang’s mind was still full of numbers, and he no longer had sympathy for the official. He even agreed internally: indeed. To think he had written so many words of flattery. More exaggerated each time. This time, the flattery had even broken the ten-thousand-word record. And it deeply harmed others too!

Punishment must be severe!

He Ying indeed severely punished him, his face cold as he ordered, “State Official Luo Qishan of Langzhou neglects state affairs, his petition is mere gibberish, all talk and no substance. Sentence him to eighty strokes of the cane. Send Lu Zijin to execute it immediately!”

Pei Muyang: “…”

Bad luck, bad luck.

This person has really walked into disaster.

“Your Majesty is wise.”@@novelbin@@

He hurried to relay the order.

When he got outside the palace, he also instructed a little eunuch, “Quickly go to the Cold Palace and call Lord Sang back.”

If she doesn’t come back, who knows how many more officials will be unlucky!

Cold Palace

Sang Yan, unaware of the tensed atmosphere in a side hall of Qingning Palace, was eating French fries with Xuanrao.

The fries needed to be served with ketchup, and making ketchup was no easy task, it took her quite some effort.

It also delayed the time.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have only just started eating now.

“Your culinary skills are simply incredible.”

Xuanrao, dipping her fries into the ketchup, praised as she ate, “I have never seen someone as skillful and thoughtful as you. Being with you, surprises are at every moment. I was wrong before, this is the real reason the Emperor likes you.”

Sang Yan thought to herself: I’ve never shown off these skills in front of him. If he knew he wasn’t the first one to eat these fries, he’d probably be very jealous again.

“Tastes really good.”

After praising, Xuanrao had an idea, “If we could leave the palace, and open a restaurant or tavern, business would definitely boom, earning hundreds a day.”

Listening to her fantasizing, Sang Yan also felt enthused: yes. If they could leave the palace, open a restaurant, spread culinary arts, or even a bookshop to spread culture, especially the culture of gender equality. Although the road would be difficult, it would ultimately serve the public well.

This way, she could also shut Lord Sang up claiming she was unproductive.

“Xuanrao, it will happen for you.”

Out of nowhere, a statement.

Xuanrao was taken aback, “What? What did you say?”

Sang Yan looked into her eyes, smiling, “I said, Xuanrao, it will happen for you. I will make the Emperor willingly let you leave the palace.”

Her eyes were firm and confident, not at all joking.

And she had mentioned it many times before.

Xuanrao became serious, “Thank you. Ah Yan, I know your intentions for me, but don’t quarrel with the Emperor because of me.”

Sang Yan shook her head and smiled, “No quarrel. I will make the Emperor willing, even eager, to let you leave.”

Her tone unshakable with confidence.

Xuanrao was truly stunned now, “What idea have you thought of?”

Sang Yan was about to speak—

“Miss! Miss!”

Qiuzhi grabbed a handful of fries and rushed in, munching as she spoke, “Miss, someone from Qingning Palace has arrived.”

Upon hearing this, Xuanrao smiled knowingly, “It must be the Emperor sending someone to rush you.”

Sang Yan did not want to go, reluctantly saying, “Always rushing. So annoying. What’s the difference between sleeping here or in the side hall?”

There were currently no intimate advances between them.

Sleeping in two places didn’t affect anything.

If there was worry about Xuanrao harming her, Xuanrao’s recent behavior should have dispelled those concerns.

Xuanrao thought about it and guessed, “Perhaps the Emperor is more at ease with just a hall between us?”

She smiled faintly, though her smile contained a trace of envy and wistfulness.