The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 102 - : Unknown

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Unknown

“Why?”

He asked with a smile, his tone light and seemingly indifferent as if merely making conversation.

Sang Yan pushed his head away, her expression serious, “I’m serious.”

He Ying still appeared nonchalant, “Mmm. Serious. Serious. You speak. I’m listening.”

His tone carried a hint of perfunctory.

Sang Yan really got angry, “Do you not believe me?”

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He Ying shook his head, becoming earnest, “I believe you. Even if you point to a deer and call it a horse, I would still believe you.”

Sang Yan: “…”

The implication was that no matter what you say, I’ll believe you unconditionally.

That was very sweet.

She was appeased and said cheerfully, “You should have people search inside and outside the Capital City for large areas of algae that have red spores. If found, let me know.”

He Ying immediately understood, “You mean… the blood rain is related to these algae’s red spores?”

“Yes. Recently, the air has been too humid, which can cause algae to reproduce massively. Their red spores float into the air and, when mixed with rainwater, form blood rain that falls to the ground.”

“That makes sense. Alright, I’ll send someone to look for it right away.”

Having said that, He Ying walked toward the door.

Pei Muyang and the guards had arrived.

They stood outside together, none holding umbrellas, all drenched in red.

“Emperor, what are your orders?”

Pei Muyang stepped forward and bowed.

He Ying instructed, “Get the Ministry of Revenue and Ministry of Industry to check if there are large areas of red algae inside and outside the Capital City.”

Pei Muyang promptly replied, “Yes.”

Just then, a little monk came with a message, “Benefactor, the hot water is ready.”

He Ying then took a hot bath.

After coming out, he went to see Master Yixuan and asked for his opinion on the blood rain.

Master Yixuan was in the main hall, striking a wooden fish.

He had once been an itinerant monk and was quite experienced, so he shared an experience, “Forty years ago, during the reign of Emperor Hezu, I passed through Hai Province. At that time, there was a relentless storm for three days, causing floods and countless homes to collapse. We were as panicked as now, thinking the gods were angry. Then, suddenly, the storm stopped and fish began to fall from the sky, termed as ‘fish rain’. Countless people cheered and went out to collect fish, thinking it was a gift from the heavens. Later, locals adept at observing celestial phenomena discovered the cause. The fierce wind had picked up fish from the sea and carried them inland. As the wind weakened, the fish fell down.”

Logically, such a tale of fish rain would be long remembered.

But firstly, it had been a long time, and secondly, it was a local event that had not spread to the Capital City.

He Ying naturally hadn’t heard of it.

However, hearing it now was quite enlightening, “The world is vast with unlimited wonders. This blood rain must follow the same principle.”

Master Yixuan smiled and nodded, “Emperor, you are wise. Indeed, fortune and misfortune come hand in hand. What you should do is explore the unknown, not fear it.”

That was a wakeup call.

“Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts.”

He Ying bowed slightly, genuinely expressing his gratitude.

Master Yixuan put his hands together and returned the gesture, “Amitabha Buddha, very good, very good.”

*

He Ying returned to Sang Yan’s residence.

He recounted his conversation with Master Yixuan to her.

Sang Yan praised, “Right, we should explore the unknown, not fear it. Master Yixuan truly is a wise man.”

He Ying couldn’t stand her praising someone else.

Even if the person she praised was a monk.

He pulled her onto his lap and changed the subject, “Now we just wait for the search results from the Ministry of Revenue.”

Sang Yan didn’t like sitting on his lap; she could easily provoke a reaction from him, but her attempt to stand up was unsuccessful as he firmly held her down.

He was still clingy when alone.

When they were alone, he liked to hold her in his arms.

She didn’t know her own icy skin and cool body made her feel like a human-shaped ice pillow during summer, fragrant and soft, too comfortable for He Ying to let go.

“I heard from Yu Huai De that Qu Zhi is missing, what happened?”

“He must have accomplices, people have already been dispatched to find his whereabouts.”

He Ying bit her neck skin, his eyes slightly squinting, his face full of enjoyment.

Sang Yan felt ticklish from his kisses and pushed on his head, “Stop it.”

He Ying obediently stopped, leaving her neck alone.

It was mainly because he didn’t dare to continue.

He put aside the troublesome matter of the blood rain and filled his mind with improper thoughts.

“Fifteen days already.”

And still thirty-four days to go.

How am I supposed to get through these days!

Listening to his distressed and helpless voice, Sang Yan could almost guess the words he hadn’t said — he was about to run out of patience.

She found it amusing, “Just think about how you used to be, so detached and dispassionate. You used to dislike even me getting a few steps closer to you.”

He Ying couldn’t resist kissing her ear, panting, “I had no choice back then.”

Sweat formed faintly on his forehead.

Feeling his body heating up, Sang Yan sensed danger and tried to get up, “Let go of me first.”

He Ying reluctantly said, “No rush. Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing I can do in broad daylight.”

“I feel bad for you. Why torment yourself?”

Desiring but unable to do, craving but unable to eat, how painful must that be?

Why torment himself like this?

But He Ying would rather suffer than let go of her, “I’m not in pain. Just sit still. I want to hold you.”

It had been several days since he last held her; he had to reclaim that.

Unable to push him away, Sang Yan let him be.

“When you return, we’ll get married. You also need to be prepared, both mentally and physically.”

That statement was too blunt.

Sang Yan blushed, paused for a moment, then said, “Do the Ministers agree? With today’s blood rain, aren’t they going to oppose it again?”

He Ying spoke dismissively, “Their opposition is useless. Each one of them is so conservative and stupid; they just can’t stand seeing me happy.”

His last few words carried a tone as petulant as a child.

Sang Yan chuckled lightly, also understanding, “It’s a matter of perspective. Facing the unknown and not knowing the details, they resort to superstitions.”

As she spoke, she also remarked, “He Ying, have you ever felt like loving me is like making enemies with the whole world?”

He Ying held her tight, his words dominant, “Then let’s be enemies with the whole world. After all, you must be mine.”

Sang Yan liked the word “must,” his strong and domineering attitude was particularly charming.

Her ears felt soothed by his charm; she couldn’t help but kiss his lips.

This was their second kiss.

Compared to the first tentative one, both had some experience this time.

Yet when passion peaked, it was still suffocating.

Sang Yan felt He Ying could easily lose control in this area.

Her lips were even bitten.

“You—”

She pushed him away, angrily threatening, “If you keep this up, forget about it in the future.”

He Ying immediately apologized, “My fault. It won’t happen next time. Don’t believe me, just try—”

With that, he kissed her again.

Sang Yan was left dizzy and breathless from his kisses.

By the time it ended, she felt utterly drained.

She thought this was way too exhausting.

No wonder novels say that activities in bed could also lead to weight loss.

Wait a minute.

Better not think about that.