The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 159 - : The Discarded Piece

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Discarded Piece

Qi Jiu had only four words to say about it, “A woman’s kindness.”

He didn’t bring up killing them.

He took her to the Fengming Pavilion.

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Within the Fengming Pavilion,

elegant and beautiful, adorned with blossoming flowers.

The queen, having already received the news, had come to accompany the esteemed guest.

“Mr. Jiu—”

She bowed to Qi Jiu and then turned her gaze to Sang Yan.

Sang Yan had already been sizing her up: the queen was around twenty-three or twenty-four years old at most, had a pleasant appearance, wore luxurious clothing, had a full figure, robust and likely weighed about two hundred pounds.

It was clear that what was practiced above was followed below, as Puluo Country considered “plumpness” to signify beauty, obviously a standard emanating from within the palace.

“So this is the esteemed guest? May I ask for your honored name?”

The queen asked with a smile, curious about Sang Yan’s identity.

Sang Yan didn’t hide anything, “My name is Sang Yan, I am Empress Da He. I am now kidnapped by him and am but a prisoner at his mercy.”

The queen was taken aback; she had never seen someone introduce themselves in such a manner and paused for a good while before laughing, “The lady must be jesting. Our Mr. Jiu is known to be one who pities and cherishes beauty; how could he bear to treat you as his prisoner underfoot?”

She had watched as Qi Jiu held Sang Yan’s hand to bring her here.

Qi Jiu had been controlling Puluo Country for some time, and to please him, they had sent countless beautiful women, but he had never been close to any.

Not even pretense of an appearance.

Now, with this intimacy, it was undeniably a matter of great concern to him.

And then she thought, Empress Da He?

Not only did Qi Jiu have high standards, but his capabilities were genuinely strong, actually managing to kidnap another country’s empress!

Could Da He simply let the loss of their empress go without any fuss?

As she pondered, she heard Qi Jiu speak—

“I had thought you wouldn’t admit to being Da He’s empress; moreover, the two of you haven’t had your grand wedding, so what makes you the empress of Da He?”

His words carried a hint of jealousy.

The queen’s gaze darted between the two, speculating: was Mr. Jiu harboring an unrequited love?

Without emotion, Qi Jiu shattered her fantasy with his jealousy, “You were first kidnapped by Jiang Ke, and now you’ve fallen into the hands of this pirate. Once that gets out, can you still be considered an empress? Even if He Ying is willing, would the ministers agree? Sang Yan, you’ve already run out of options.”

Sang Yan replied coldly, “Regardless of whether I have any way out, you are not my way out.”

She rejected him once again.

Qi Jiu felt his warm enthusiasm being doused with an icy chill, “Obstinate fool!”

He clenched his fists, furiously saying, “Then stay here! Don’t even think about playing any tricks!”

With that, he looked towards the queen with an arrogant and cold tone, “Queen, please take good care of her for me.”

The queen bowed her head with a smile, “Certainly. Mr. Jiu, you must be tired from your journey; please go and rest.”

Qi Jiu strode out.

He left many people guarding outside.

Sang Yan noticed this but didn’t care; instead, she sat on the couch and started to chat casually with the queen, “I just saw the King, plump and white like a Maitreya Buddha, amiable, approachable, and fond of laughter. Now seeing the queen, it’s clear that a family’s not complete without its own kind.”

She thought the queen, robust and with a good temperament, seemed rather good-natured.

“You’ve got that right,”

The queen said with a smiling face, “The King and I have been destined for each other since childhood, a match approved by Mr. Han, fated to be husband and wife.”

Mr. Han must be Han Mo.

That man who was mysterious and could tell fortunes.

Thinking of him, Sang Yan’s heart sneered coldly: had he foreseen that she was Qi Jiu’s disaster?

“I see. Then you must truly love the King.”

She lowered her voice, passing a message to the queen, “Did you know? The King is about to become a discarded piece by Mr. Jiu.”

“What?”

The queen was shocked, her eyes hardened, “What are you talking about?”

The king showed unabashed respect and loyalty to Qi Jiu; he consulted him on every trivial matter. How could he possibly become disposable to him?

“Are you trying to sow discord between us? What do you want?”

The queen’s eyes were full of caution.

Sang Yan wasn’t afraid of her caution; she did indeed want to sow discord, so she continued, “The king is too fat. He’s eating all the time, unable to concentrate even during political discussions with Mr. Jiu, who has grown disgusted with that fact.”

She thought, if Qi Jiu wanted to kill those serving the king, didn’t that mean he was dissatisfied with the king?

Wasn’t the queen aware that the king was too fat and that Mr. Jiu found fault with this?

“The king has a heart condition, and Mr. Jiu is aware of it. He didn’t want it either.”

Her eyes clouded with sorrow, sharing in the king’s pain.

Seeing a trace of genuine concern in the queen, Sang Yan felt more confident and went on, “Mr. Jiu truly values talent, but he’s also cold-hearted and ruthless; his likes and dislikes are fickle. If he likes someone, he will draw them close and entrust them with responsibilities. If he dislikes someone, he won’t spare their life. Your Majesty should look further ahead. Mr. Jiu harbors murderous intentions toward the king. You must plan ahead.”

“No!”

The queen, agitated, covered Sang Yan’s mouth and, wary of the guards outside, hissed, “Stop talking. You have a grudge against Mr. Jiu; don’t drag us into it.”

She wouldn’t be persuaded by Sang Yan’s few words.

Sang Yan pulled her hand away and continued to tempt her: “I’m not dragging you into this; I’m trying to save you. Mr. Jiu just ordered the execution by beating of people close to the king. This is a dangerous sign. Moreover, who would allow others to sleep soundly beside their own bed? I am the Empress of Da He, and Mr. Jiu wants to use me as bait to lure Emperor Da He onto the island and assassinate him at the banquet. If you join forces with me, I will not forget your great favor.”

“You’re mad!”

The queen’s face blanched with panic, she cast off these words and hurried away.

Sang Yan was certain she would convey the message to the king.

She hoped they were both smart.

That way, He Ying might have a chance at survival.

The queen rushed to the king’s chamber.

The king was bathing.

His obesity was severe; his flesh was so bloated and swollen that it created deep folds, requiring the palace maids to pull apart the skin just to cleanse the dirt within.

It was a daunting task.

Every bath exhausted many people,

especially since he also wanted to eat during his baths, significantly hindering efficiency.

“Your Majesty, you can’t eat anymore. Mr. Jiu is within the palace; knowing you’re still eating would displease him.”

The imperial eunuch had the food taken away and helped lift the king out.

The king was seated on a soft couch as they carried him into the bathing pool.

To expect him to get into the pool by himself was impossible; he had long lost the ability to walk or balance.

“I’m eating chicken feet. There’s little meat on these, they won’t make me fat.”

He felt uncomfortable if there was nothing in his mouth to eat.

But out of respect for Mr. Jiu’s presence in the palace, he had to cut back on his food intake.

He truly wished Mr. Jiu would finish his business and leave Puluo Country soon.

“Your Majesty—”

The imperial eunuch and palace attendants all knelt down.

The queen didn’t speak, just waved her hand for them to leave.

“Nayun, you’ve come. Have some, this one is boiled till it’s tender; it’s really tasty.”

The king, spotting his wife, smiled tenderly, offering to share his food.

Guarding his food was his nature; his wife Nayun was the only one he would truly share with.

The queen didn’t care for chicken feet; she found them too bony and challenging to eat.

She didn’t take any and let him continue, sighing inwardly: To him, it seems any food is good as long as it fills his stomach. Ah, what a strange illness is this?

She watched him eat until he was drenched in sweat, then took a handkerchief to wipe it off for him before asking softly, “Your Majesty, do you think Mr. Jiu would kill you?”

Upon hearing this, the king lost his taste for the chicken feet, fear rising in his eyes: “Just now, Eunuch Fuzi said, Mr. Jiu ordered their beating to death… Mr. Jiu… Mr. Jiu resents my gluttony… but I’ve been loyal to him, without any ulterior motives…”

Fear was quickly followed by grievance, “I just love to eat… why… why won’t he let me eat?”