The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 74 - 0 Sly
Chapter 74: Chapter 074 Sly
“If this is truly what you desire, there should be no issue.”
“Thank you, Lord Sang. You are my benefactor, and I shall remember you for the rest of my life.”
Xie Jinhua immediately expressed her gratitude, fearful that she might change her mind.
Sang Yan became even more certain that she truly wished to leave the palace, smiling, “All is due to the Emperor’s kindness. Be grateful to him too.”
It was merely lip service, but from the Emperor’s side, there surely was some pressure.
Xie Jinhua nodded and responded, “Yes. Both you and the Emperor are my benefactors. After leaving the palace, I shall pray for you and the Emperor day and night.”
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Sang Yan: “…”
She was really good with words.
She smiled and changed the subject, “Once you leave the palace, what are your plans? I remember you have a brother. Perhaps you can rely on him to arrange a marriage for you. If you face difficulties, you can also send a message to Xuan Residence.”
After leaving the palace, Xuanrao returned to the Xuan family.
The Xuan family was no longer as glorious as before, but Xuanrao told her that she planned to open a tavern, raise her younger brother, and revitalize her family.
She believed she would succeed.
Xie Jinhua knew that Sang Yan was giving her a promise, a support to rely on, and was moved to her knees, “Thank you, Lord Sang. You truly are like a Bodhisattva.”
Knowing that her words were taken to heart, Sang Yan was pleased and personally helped her up, “This world is harsh for women. May we all help each other and thrive in peace.”
Xie Jinhua bowed again, earnestly saying, “I will take your teachings to heart.”
Sang Yan chatted with her a bit more before sending her out.
As the day neared dusk.
She watched her leave and saw people from various palaces bustling about, packing the belongings of the concubines who were about to depart, and couldn’t help but feel melancholy: once these concubines left, the palace would become even lonelier.
And her?
Was she really content to stay in this harem for the rest of her life?
Lost in thought—
Little Guizi called out softly twice, “Lord Sang? Lord Sang?”
Sang Yan snapped back to her senses and looked at him, “What is it?”
Little Guizi scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, speaking mysteriously, “I saw Director Wan.”
He still remembered Sang Yan’s visit to the Observatory in search of someone.
Upon hearing this, Sang Yan showed interest, “Where is he? When did he enter the palace? When did the Emperor summon him? What for?”
She was clueless, possibly a secret summoning. Was the Emperor guarding against her?
Little Guizi said, “Not sure. He might still be at the Observatory. I saw Mr. Pei head toward the Observatory alone, so I took extra notice and checked.”
“Well done.”
Sang Yan complimented and strode forward, “Come, let’s go see.”
Observatory
Wan Zhang sat haphazardly on the ground, leaning dispiritedly against a cushioned rest, drinking and flipping through an astrometry book while chuckling.
Suddenly, the door sounded.
He looked up, saw it was Sang Yan, casually brushed a stray hair from his face, smiling, “Miss Sang, long time no see.”
Sang Yan returned a smile, “Mr. Wan, it has been a long time.”
She walked over, kicked aside a wine jar on the floor, crouched in front of the desk, and got straight to the point, “Did the Emperor send for you to inquire about the Thunder Strike incident the other night?”
She had paid attention to the reason for the thunder strike, the guard’s sword carried a sharp metal object, which attracted lightning.
But that was just one factor.
There were far more profound and mysterious things in the world.
Thus, she wanted to hear Wan Zhang’s perspective.
Wan Zhang took a swig of wine, said nothing, flipped through a few pages of the book, and gestured for her to look.
Sang Yan did so; the words were all in traditional characters, very obscure, and she didn’t understand a single one.
“Sir, what does this mean?”
“If you don’t understand, then so be it.”
Wan Zhang shook his head, lamenting, “Life is sometimes better off muddled.”
Sang Yan, dissatisfied, frowned, speaking assertively, “But I don’t want to be confused. Why must you assume others’ thoughts with your own? I just want to know, including about my own face. I know you know everything. Please enlighten me.”
She lowered her head as she spoke the last sentence, sincerely pleading.
But Wan Zhang looked at her, shaking his head, his expression turning compassionate, “Miss Sang, it’s not that I refuse to speak. I simply cannot.”
Sang Yan: “…”
Day.
What a waste of sentiment.
These ancients are so backward.
Once they’ve made up their minds to keep silent, killing them wouldn’t make them talk.
Those were his principles, their way.
“Then let me change the question. I wouldn’t harm the Emperor’s interests, would I?”
“Miss Sang has a pure heart and cares for the people, why would she have such worries?”
What kind of answer is that?
What does it have to do with the people of the world?
She just didn’t want to harm the Emperor.
This Wan Zhang is too slippery!
He didn’t say a single useful word!
“The Emperor has arrived, the Emperor—”
Outside, Little Guizi’s voice came flustered.
Hearing this, Sang Yan thought, The Emperor has come so quickly, probably afraid that Wan Zhang might say something? Should I bluff?
Thinking it over, she quickly went out to intercept, hoping to prevent the two from meeting and allowing her to strategize.
“Emperor, why have you come?”
She closed the palace doors, preventing them from visually connecting, and said gravely, “You’ve come too late, Emperor. I have already finished speaking with Wan Zhang.”
He Ying, upon hearing this, clenched his heart yet feigned calmness, “Oh, what have you all discussed?”
Sang Yan bluffed, “Everything the Emperor is worried about has been discussed.”
He Ying listened but wasn’t deceived, “Oh, what am I worried about?”
“About my facial appearance, of course.”
“And what is so peculiar about your facial appearance?”
“…”
Day.
What a cunning Emperor!
She’s no match for him, unable to weave any more lies, and said irritably, “Why should I tell you?”
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Seeing this, He Ying knew she knew nothing and relaxed with a smile, “If you don’t want to say, then don’t say it. I still have matters to discuss with Director Wan.”
With that, he looked towards Pei Muyang, ordering, “Take her back.”
Sang Yan, knowing she couldn’t get anything out of them, didn’t stay longer and snorted coldly, “A den of snakes and rats, colluding together, who cares to listen!”
She turned away.
He Ying watched her leave without irritation, only smiling as he saw her off and only after she disappeared, did he push open the palace doors and enter.
Wan Zhang was still drinking. Seeing the Emperor enter, he commented, “You’re too anxious. This can’t be hidden from her for long.”
He Ying, with a stern face, blamed, “Isn’t it because I’m afraid your drinking will cause a blunder?”
Wan Zhang refused to accept this, “What blunder have I caused? It’s obviously the Emperor’s own unease.”
“Enough nonsense!”
He Ying didn’t argue further, directly asking, “What was unusual about the Thunder Strike that night, could you discern anything?”
Wan Zhang didn’t directly answer this question but said instead, “The Ziwei Star is stable. The Emperor can rest assured.”
He Ying: “…”
That wasn’t what he asked.
But knowing this also eased his mind a bit.
Only if he was safe, could he protect her.
“And her? I went to Long Chan Temple to pray for her blessing, to transcribe Buddhist scriptures for her, even willing to give her my luck. Has her appearance changed?”
This was what he desperately wanted to know.
Wan Zhang shook his head.
He Ying’s expression stiffened, “How could there be no change? Could Master Yixuan be deceiving me?”
Wan Zhang didn’t respond, only his expression grew more solemn, “Emperor, do not be obsessive. What must be relinquished, let go. Only through putting oneself in mortal peril does one find life.”
He Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, “What do you mean?”
Wan Zhang swallowed a sip of wine, laid down lazily on the cushion, and closed his eyes, “When the time comes, you will understand.”
Saying so, he burst into laughter, seeming delirious and hurt, “Well said, well said, I shall leave, I shall leave. This is also the last thing I could do for the He family.”
