The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 157 - Palace

Chapter 157 -157 Palace

Sang Yan did not reply.

The topic was rather dangerous—the more one said, the more mistakes one could make, and it was wisest to say less.

Qi Jiu continued, “Sang Yan, come to your senses, and take a good look at me, hmm?”

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan slammed down her chopsticks, losing her appetite.

She was furious, stood up swiftly, and scolded, “Are you even human? How could you say such things? You killed Jiang Ke! How dare you expect me to be with you?”

If he had used Jiang Ke to threaten her, she might have compromised.

But he had killed Jiang Ke.

She would never forget that moment.

The searing pain of his blood splashing on her face.

“In the society of lions, whenever a new Lion King emerges, to take possession of the lionesses, he would kill the lionesses’ cubs.”

His underlying message was—no matter the reason, he would kill Jiang Ke.

Sang Yan could tell, and she gritted her teeth, “So you are a beast!”

Qi Jiu held his chopsticks with a cold expression, “By provoking a beast, you are engaging in very foolish behavior.”

He acknowledged the animalistic nature in creatures and felt humans should also possess this trait, so he did not perceive Sang Yan’s words as an insult.

What angered him was her rejection.

Sang Yan felt he was threatening her, but having seen many such threats from him, she was not frightened, “Give it up. If you dare touch me, all you’ll get is a corpse. If it’s just for once, you can try.”

Qi Jiu was a man who dared to take risks.

To touch Sang Yan, and to ensure she lived after that, was a gamble.

But in his internal struggle these past days, he had still not taken action.

Falling for someone truly softened one’s heart.

“Thud thud—”

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted.

Qi Jiu looked towards the door, “Come in.”

The person who entered was Han Chen.

He had a serious expression, bowed with both hands, and said in a deep voice, “Mr. Jiu, the Puluo King has sent someone to request an audience.”

The Puluo King was a puppet king propped up by Qi Jiu.

For many years, he had been meticulously careful, showing the utmost respect for Qi Jiu, fulfilling his duties admirably.

Qi Jiu also valued him highly.

He took the request for an audience seriously.

“I’ve only just returned, and Du Shan always exercises good judgment. If it were not important, he would not have sent for me.”

As he pondered, he stood up, “Let’s go. To the palace.”

After walking a few steps, he turned back to look at Sang Yan, and without another word, dragged her along.

“What are you doing?”

Sang Yan was incredibly annoyed and tried to shake off his hand, without success.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

He led her by the hand, leaving the inn.

Outside the inn

a lavish carriage was parked,

flanked by rows of tall guards wielding weapons.

There appeared to be about twenty.

This show of force hardly seemed an invitation to “request” someone’s presence.

Sang Yan scanned the scene, evaluating the relationship between Qi Jiu and the Puluo King—if their relationship was delicate, there might be space for her to maneuver.

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As she was thinking, she was suddenly lifted lightly and carried onto the carriage by Qi Jiu.

She detested physical contact with him and once inside the carriage, she kept her distance from him.

Qi Jiu observed the distance between them and said nothing, his gaze lowered as he pondered over the reason the Puluo King had sent for him.

The sky grew dark.

Sang Yan drew the carriage curtain aside, and using the dim moonlight, she observed the foreign buildings outside. They were not the wooden structures of Da He but rather stone constructions that were thick and towering, exuding a strong and rigid presence.

Just like those tall and burly guards.

Potent with aggression.

Qi Jiu planned to use this place to kill He Ying.

The thought made her restless.

“Du Shan was once a beggar, and starvation left him a bit touched in the head,”

Qi Jiu suddenly spoke out, addressing the Puluo King by his name in a condescending tone.

“He’s portly, so don’t be too shocked when you see him,”

He sounded like he was warning her of something.

Sang Yan listened quietly, not responding.

Qi Jiu frowned. “Why aren’t you speaking? Are you still angry with me?”

With a cold, sarcastic tone, Sang Yan mocked, “What do you think? You brought me here without any explanation, completely disregarding my wishes. Why the pretense now?”

When she spoke, he didn’t listen.

When she said nothing, he urged her to speak.

How ridiculous.

Did he think of her as dough he could mold at will?

Qi Jiu chuckled upon hearing her. “Me, putting on a show? Sang Yan, you really are ungrateful. You said you didn’t want to stay in Jinxiu Garden, so I took you to an inn. I asked you to be with me, you disagreed, and even gave me a good scolding, but I didn’t force you. After all this, you still think I don’t care about your feelings?”

If he truly didn’t care, he would have already imprisoned her beneath him.

Could she be tougher than him?

Did women always need to be tamed in bed to become obedient?

“Ha. So you consider everything for my sake. How noble of you,” she said with great irony.

Sang Yan rolled her eyes at him in disgust. “Should someone you killed be grateful to you for sparing them some suffering before their death? Is there such reason in the world?”

Qi Jiu looked at her with a cold and domineering expression. “I am the reason.”

Sang Yan countered. “If you are the reason, then why bother to reason with me?”

Qi Jiu sighed, feigning innocence. “Because you won’t talk to me.”

Sang Yan: “…”

All this talk was just to make her say a few more words.

“You’re really boring.”

“Right, I’m a boring person, and you, are interesting.”

“Then I really am pitiful.”

She had no intention of being interesting to him.

In fact, she didn’t find herself interesting at all.

Apart from being more attractive, which was the original owner’s doing, she couldn’t say she had any talent or personal charm.

But the presence of He Ying and Jiang Ke made her stand out.

Occasionally, a woman might elevate her own worth based on the status of the men around her.

Especially in ancient times.

Qi Jiu’s interest in her was mostly due to this.

She was clear-headed but powerless to change it.

“Mr. Jiu, we’ve arrived.”

Han Chen’s voice came from outside the carriage.

Qi Jiu lifted the curtain and hopped out of the carriage with ease, extending his hand to help Sang Yan down.

Sang Yan didn’t let him, jumping down by herself.

Qi Jiu frowned. “Don’t do this in the future, if you twist your ankle, you’ll suffer.”

Sang Yan scoffed. “I’d rather suffer than have you touch me.”

No sooner had she spoken than her hand was taken.

She tried to shake it off as usual, but without success.

“Don’t you think you’re being clingy?”

“Clingy? I don’t think so.”

He thought her hand was soft and it was comforting to touch.

He couldn’t touch anything else for now, so touching her hand was a way to scratch the itch in his heart.

Sang Yan didn’t bother with him and looked up at the palace.

The palace was as she imagined, splendid and imposing, with patrols of guards passing by now and then.

Next thing they knew, they were inside the palace.

So, Qi Jiu had just entered the palace by carriage.

It seemed that in Puluo Country, Qi Jiu was equivalent to the Regent King.

“Mr. Jiu—”

A middle-aged man who seemed like a eunuch came running over with several Palace Attendants, smiling obsequiously. “Mr. Jiu, you’ve finally arrived. The King has been waiting for you, please—”

As he spoke, he cast a glance at Sang Yan and noticed their joined hands. There was a fleeting shock in his eyes, but he said nothing else.

Did Qi Jiu have a woman now?

Wouldn’t that mean he was planning to stay in Puluo Country indefinitely?

Heaven forbid, that was not what the King wished to see.