The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 48 - 0 Seeking Verification
Chapter 48: Chapter 048 Seeking Verification
The little eunuch carefully held a bunch of grapes and replied, “The Imperial Physician said it is a form of summer heat that has entered the body, causing a fever. She cannot even get out of bed now. It’s a good thing the master is kind. The Imperial Physician also mentioned that if it drags on, there’s a 90% chance she won’t survive.”
Sang Yan listened and was also glad she had offered a helping hand.
After all, it was a human life.
“For the fever, have the Household Affairs send more ice. Besides, do not neglect her diet.”
“Yes.”
The little eunuch took the order and left.
Sang Yan continued eating the grapes.
An unintentional glance, and she saw Qiuzhi sitting across, her hands propped against her cheeks, looking at her with admiration.
She was puzzled and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Qiuzhi smiled and said, “Miss, you are increasingly assuming the air of the Master of the Harem.”
Sang Yan’s expression changed, and she said sternly, “Qiuzhi, watch your words.”
Qiuzhi quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head saying, “Yes.”
Sang Yan cautioned further, “The Master of the Harem is the Empress, it’s the Empress Dowager. We are merely guests here. If you speak such inconsiderate words again, you should go back to the manor.”
Frightened, Qiuzhi knelt on the ground, “My lady, please calm your anger. I was wrong.”
Seeing this, Sang Yan lost her appetite for the grapes.
She waved her hand to let her get up and lazily lay down on the bed, acting indifferently.
She took a nap for two hours.
When she woke up and saw the harsh light outside, she felt a sense of the enduring, long passage of time.
Yet, it was also tranquil.
Unfortunately, the quiet time was short.
In the evening,
He Ying invited her to have dinner together.
He also mentioned the matter of the Cold Palace Xuan Family, “Do not be soft-hearted towards her. The Xuan Family deserves their fate.”
His tone was cold and merciless.
Sang Yan felt a chill in her heart and couldn’t help saying, “Perhaps one day when the Emperor loses all interest in me, he will treat me the same way.”
Often, to see if a man is really worth committing to for life, one should look at how he treats other women.
And He Ying seemed to naturally lack compassion for women.
Like Ruishui River, like Lan, like Princess Consort Li, and now the Xuan Family, he could easily discard them.
Hearing Sang Yan say that, He Ying knew she was thinking about herself.
“You are not her. You wouldn’t do the foolish things she did. Why bother yourself unnecessarily?”
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and added, “If you are worried, I can give you an imperial decree of exemption. As long as you do not engage in rebellion, you will be safe no matter what you do.”
Sang Yan scoffed, “If the Emperor truly despises someone, what good is an imperial decree of exemption? There are many ways to make a person’s life worse than death.”
She had previously been rumored to be out of favor, and she could never forget what her life was like.
Although he was not the chief culprit, he was enabling it.
“It all comes down to the fact that you do not trust me.”
He Ying sighed, looked at her, and said, “I’m helpless with you.”
Sang Yan felt conflicted, lowered her eyes, and silently continued her meal.
With unresolved issues on her mind, naturally, the food lost its flavor.
After drinking a bowl of fish soup, her appetite was gone. She looked at him and murmured softly, “Concubines of the Cold Palace, beautiful as flowers, fleeting as leaves.”
He Ying was silent.
Those words indeed sounded desolate and pathetic.
“Enough,”
He asked, “What do you suggest?”
Sang Yan said, “Why humiliate someone in the Cold Palace? Exiling her from the palace and granting her freedom would be much better. What I cannot have, maybe someone else can.”
Hearing this, He Ying countered, “I indulge your wishes. Can you indulge mine?”
Sang Yan did not respond.
They had reached an impasse again.
He Ying also lost his appetite, put down his ivory chopsticks, and said, “No one has ever left the Cold Palace alive. The best I can do is treat her kindly.”
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Sang Yan did not insist on freeing the woman, nodded, and said, “Thank you.”
He Ying gave a bitter smile, “You see, you are soft-hearted towards everyone else, just not towards me.”
Sang Yan looked up, their eyes meeting, and said sincerely, “I’m sorry.”
Maybe she really was, as he said, taking advantage of his affection to be willful.
“The Emperor has been very kind to me, I know that.”
These words seemed to be an overture.
He Ying, feeling cheered, immediately brightened, “That’s good to know. Even the late emperor wasn’t as good to me as you.”
How could you say that with pride?
Sang Yan nodded noncommittally and smiled, “Indeed. I am honored.”
He Ying picked up the chopsticks and offered her a slice of meat, encouraging her to eat more.
Sang Yan symbolically ate a little and then took her leave.
He Ying did not stop her.
He had to go to Long Chan Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow and needed to process the petitions tonight.
“Dismiss everyone.”
At his wave of a hand, little eunuchs entered one by one and cleared the table of food.
Pei Muyang then brought him tea to rinse his mouth.
Another eunuch brought water for him to wash his hands.
After briefly washing up, He Ying sat down at his desk and picked up a petition.
He quickly reviewed it and wrote down his comments.
Suddenly, he remembered something. His pen halted, and he looked at Pei Muyang, his expression coldening, “From now on, don’t let those chaotic people come before her. I don’t want to see her paying attention to anyone else.”
Pei Muyang was completely baffled.
Was it really necessary?
The Emperor’s possessiveness was strangely intense… Somehow, he felt a bit of sympathy for Sang Yan. What was going on?
*
Sang Yan returned to her side hall.
After washing up, she went to sleep.
She had another dream at night.
It was about her close friend Xuanrao.
The surname Xuan was quite rare.
Xuanrao always said her ancestors were nobles.
During school, they were addicted to watching period dramas and enjoyed playing house together.
Xuanrao loved to dream. Wrapped in a sheet, her fingers poised, she would play the role of an Imperial Concubine.
Indeed, she was suited for the role of Imperial Concubine.
Since childhood, she was known as a beauty.
Her white skin, her haunting eyes, her slender and graceful body—when she grew up a bit more, the boys liked to hover around her.
But she forgot that beauty, without some intelligence, is a sin.
In high school, with too many boys around her, she had no interest in studying.
After the college entrance exam, she performed poorly, attended a vocational school, and then started dating a rich “school tyrant.”
But he was only playing around.
Later, she became pregnant before marriage and, too scared to go to the hospital for an abortion, tried to induce miscarriage by jumping rope in a dilapidated rental. Eventually, she lost the baby, damaged her health, and impacted her studies.
Her life, full of potential, was ruined.
But she was indeed beautiful.
At the age of eighteen or nineteen, it seemed that no matter what folly she committed, there was always a chance to correct it.
She started dating again, this time not a rich young master, but a poor, motivated high-achiever.
He truly cared for her, and right after graduating from university, he married her.
For the first few years, she was genuinely happy.
But the naive actions of her youth did not fade away; they were like a time bomb lurking in her life, which eventually exploded and shattered her life completely.
At first, there were just arguments.
Then, it escalated to cold war, infidelity, domestic violence.
In the end, they destroyed each other.
Sang Yan was back at the blood-filled crime scene.
She desperately pressed on Xuanrao’s wrist to stop the bleeding, screaming, “Hold on! Xuanrao, you still have your child! You can’t die!”
But Xuanrao died.
She lay quietly in her arms, lifeless, her face gaunt yet serene and beautiful.
“Xuanrao! Xuanrao, don’t—”
She screamed and sat up, waking from the nightmare, her body soaked in cold sweat.
Qiuzhi heard the noise, lit a lamp, and came over, rubbing her eyes, asking, “Miss, why did you call out Consort Xuan’s name?”
“What?”
Sang Yan’s eyes widened, “Consort Xuan is also called Xuanrao?”
Was it her close friend Xuanrao?
If she was here, could Xuanrao possibly…
She dared not think further, threw off the blanket, and ran out of bed.
In her haste, she even forgot to put on her shoes.
“Miss, where are you going?”
Qiuzhi, carrying her shoes, caught up.
“To the Cold Palace!”
She had to confirm something.
She was too lonely in this world!
