The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 327 - 324: Collapse

Wuya didn’t want to agree.

But faced with Sang Yan’s pleading, he couldn’t help but soften.

Damn it!

She was his disaster!

All he could do was repeatedly make harsh statements, "Listen, if you’ve decided, then endure it! Don’t let me hear the sound of you vomiting again!"

Sang Yan nodded vigorously, holding back her urge to vomit, daring not to eat any further.

She just sat opposite him, quietly watching him eat.

Wuya, being watched by her for a while, got annoyed again, "Why aren’t you eating?"

Sang Yan honestly replied, "What if I vomit after eating?"

"Then abort this misbegotten child!"

Wuya spoke in anger.

Which resulted in Sang Yan vomiting violently.

Right in front of him, she threw up all the dinner she had just eaten.

Now Sang Yan couldn’t stand the vomiting either, gently patting her belly, muttering to herself: My dear, stop making trouble. We are in a wolf’s den. If you continue like this, Mommy can’t protect you."

Such comforting seemed effective as her urge to vomit really stopped.

She felt both amazed and delighted: Is this the miracle of life? Even though he is still so small, perhaps not even fully shaped, he can already have emotional communication with her.

Such a good baby.

Mommy loves you.

You are amazing.

Don’t be afraid, mommy will definitely protect you.

As she spoke these words in her heart, her slender hands covered her belly, her expression tender, a perfect image of a loving mother.

To Wuya, it was too much to bear.

His face darkened, his gaze sharp as he stared at her, asking, "What are you telling that bastard?"

"I didn’t say—"

Sang Yan paused for a moment, then lied, "I—I told him to behave. Said you won’t hurt him. You are just tough on the outside but soft on the inside."

Wuya: "..."

He knew she was lying.

But he liked her lies.

"Sang Yan, you better deceive me for the rest of my life!"

His words were still fierce, but his face bore a smile, his eyes softened a bit, and he even tried to serve her food, but midway, he withdrew his hand.

"Eat it yourself."

He didn’t want her to vomit again.

Consequently, they managed to finish their dinner smoothly.

After dinner,

Wuya didn’t leave, saying he wanted to stay the night.

Sang Yan’s expression changed, her heart tensed up, "Wuya, I’m.. it’s not convenient for me."

When showing her vulnerability, she would always call him Wuya.

Wuya found that he quite liked her calling his name.

"You should always call me Wuya from now on."

"Hmm?"

Sang Yan frowned, struggling to keep up with his topic.

Wuya didn’t say much more, just curved his lips into a smile at her, and the next moment, he lay down on the bed.

The bed carried her scent.

He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling, feeling completely relaxed.

This is how it should be.

Wherever she was, that was his paradise.

Sang Yan, unlike him, felt uncomfortable seeing him like this—was this man a pervert? How creepy!

What to do?

She knew he wouldn’t do anything to her for the time being, but sharing a bed was already a big challenge to her mental endurance.

"Emperor, the hot water is ready."

You Ran’s voice wasn’t loud, but upon hearing it, Sang Yan’s heart skipped a beat, feeling an ominous premonition.

Indeed, her premonition was accurate.

Wuya got up from the bed, glanced at her, and arranged, "Come, go bathe with me."

Sang Yan instinctively refused, "I just bathed last night, I don’t want to tonight."

She wanted to be as disheveled as possible, ideally so smelly he’d stay far away from her.

But obviously, it wouldn’t go as she wished.

He looked at her with a smile, "Do you want me to bathe you?" freёwebnoѵel.com

Sang Yan quickly shook her head.

Wuya saw her and was not annoyed; he smiled and said, "Then obey and join me in the bath. I promise I won’t do anything. Otherwise, I also do not know what I might do."

Sang Yan: "..."

Threat!

And those words, what difference is there from deceiving a young girl with "I’ll just rub, won’t go in"?

Yet she seemed to have no choice but to believe: "Really?"

Wuya felt her naive and adorable questioning demeanor was irresistible and couldn’t help laughing, "When have I ever deceived you?"

Sang Yan immediately dredged up past grievances: "When we first met, you used the alias Qi Jiu, deceiving not just me, but many others. The Emperor really is forgetful!"

After saying this, she couldn’t help but let out her little barbs.

She really wanted to scold him to death!

Liar!

"What kind of deception is that?"

Wuya argued for himself: "Who doesn’t take extra precautions when traveling outside? You and Jiang Ke—"

"Don’t mention him! Wuya, you are not worthy to speak of him!"

Sang Yan had her limits.

Even today, Jiang Ke remained a painful topic she could not mention.

Wuya had not expected such a fierce reaction from her, and for a dead man at that. Could a dead man be more important than he was?

He was the Emperor!

Since when was he looked down upon like this?

Jealousy surged!

His face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Why can I not mention him? Such a fool you keep thinking about! You even dare to yell at me for him! Sang Yan, you really have some nerve!"

Sang Yan had no such nerve.

Ever since she had fallen into the hands of Beiqi, she had been struggling like a cornered beast.

Her pregnancy made her even more restless.

Her emotions were also unstable.

Due to the situation, she proceeded cautiously, treading on thin ice.

But this kind of pent-up frustration always had a breaking point.

Just like this moment, when she inexplicably exploded: "What nerve do I have? If I had any nerve, I wouldn’t be letting you treat me like dirt! Wuya, my patience has its limits! I might as well drag us both down!"

Her eyes screamed with determination, and the veins on her flushed neck throbbed, heralding her breakdown.

For a moment, Wuya was taken aback.

"You, don’t take this as an excuse to blame me!"

Wuya lowered his tone, "After all, you just don’t want to bathe with me, do you? Well, I refuse to comply!"

Saying this, he swept her up in his arms and strode toward the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom

Steam pervaded the air.

Colorful flowers bloomed vibrantly.

Because of the floor heating, the water vapor and heat were sufficient to make the flowers flourish, making the place resemble more of a conservatory.

However, Wuya’s attention was solely on Sang Yan.

"Put me down. I’m not feeling well. Wuya!"

Sang Yan fretted in his embrace, only daring to struggle minimally—fearing a fall and genuinely feeling unwell.

Her lower abdomen throbbed with unbearable pain.

Her face white, she clutched fiercely at his arm, trying to catch his attention: "Wuya, the child, my child—"

Blinded by jealousy, Wuya continued to ignore her pleas about the child, becoming even more resentful.

Upon seeing the bathtub with petals floating on it, he threw her into it.

In his eyes, the buoyant hot water was harmless.

But he overlooked Sang Yan’s condition.

"Ah!"

Sang Yan screamed as she was thrown into the water.

Pain spread from her lower body.

Blood flowed out, staining the water red.

"Sang Yan!"

It was only then that Wuya realized the gravity of the situation. His complexion drastically changed, and he immediately jumped in to hold her, "Someone! Call Imperial Doctor Wu! Quickly call Imperial Doctor Wu!"

He had indeed intended to eliminate that monstrous child, but he couldn’t dirty his own hands.

Otherwise, he and Sang Yan were utterly finished!

"I didn’t mean to!"

Looking at the blood-stained water, he felt fear for the first time in his life, so frightened that he even forgot to refer to himself as "I."

"I, I hate you! Wuya, you, you killed my child, I hate, hate you!"

Sang Yan, feeling the loss of her child, tearfully pulled out a pin from her hair, her eyes bloodshot with rage, and fiercely stabbed toward Wuya’s neck.

She wanted to kill him!

She should have killed him long ago!

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