The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 119 - Weakness

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 Weakness

He looked at her flushed face, which didn’t seem feigned, so he went to untie the ropes binding her hands and feet.

“Ah Yan, you cannot escape.”

“This is deep in the mountains, and it’s night time. There are many jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards around. You are a smart person; don’t put yourself in danger.”

After giving her a couple of warnings, he tossed her a jar and left the room.

Sang Yan, looking at the broken jar, felt immense shame, but she had no other choice and had to make do.

After she had taken care of things, she didn’t speak to him but just numbly sat on the chair.

If possible, she would have liked to find something to defend herself with, or even to attack Jiang Ke, but how could Jiang Ke have left such things behind?

This log cabin must have been an abandoned hunter’s dwelling.

She had woken up here in the morning and Jiang Ke had already cleared away anything dangerous, not giving her a chance to strike.

“Why didn’t you call me when you were done?”

Jiang Ke, guessing it was time, pushed open the door and came in. Seeing her, he asked her a question and pulled out the ropes, ready to continue tying her up.

Sang Yan hurriedly played fragile: “I’m hungry. Didn’t you bring back some game? Prepare something to eat. I can eat by myself; don’t tie me up. Look, there are bloodstains on my wrists.”

On her snow-white wrists, several bloodstains were particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Ke saw them but said, “These bloodstains show that you’re uncooperative. Ah Yan, if you don’t care for yourself, how can you expect me to?”

His thought process was different.

At least not like He Ying’s lovesick brain.

If it were He Ying—

Thinking of He Ying’s gentleness and indulgence made her hate him even more.

But despite hating him, she still tried to persuade him: “Jiang Ke, you’re on a path to destruction. Born to a noble family and in the prime of your life, you have a bright future ahead of you. Why bother?”

Once He Ying found out he was the culprit, his family would be implicated.

“Think about your family. You’re pushing them toward death. You can’t be so selfish.”

“Selfish, me? Fine, I admit I’m selfish. You are noble, so can you nobly spare some love for me?”

He looked at her, earnestly, with an air of entitlement.

Sang Yan laughed in exasperation: “You really are shameless!”

The shameless Jiang Ke tied her up again.

Since they were deep in the mountains, far from human settlement, he wasn’t worried about her screaming, so he didn’t gag her.

Sang Yan continued to speak: “Like this, I will never like you.”

Jiang Ke carried her to the bed, paused, and his voice grew heavy: “Ah Yan, right now, whether you like me or not doesn’t matter.”

Sang Yan shot back: “Then what matters?”

Jiang Ke stroked her eyebrows and eyes with his hand, his eyes infatuated, and said with a smile: “Having you by my side is what matters most.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Mad!

He must be mad!

Her expression was one of disbelief and bewilderment.

Jiang Ke didn’t want to see it and lowered his head to kiss her eyes.

Sang Yan immediately dodged, her expression panicked: “Don’t touch me.”

She had forgotten that Jiang Ke was a man and could have desires toward her.

The belated fear finally crept into her heart.

Jiang Ke, seeing her terror, felt inexplicably irritated and stopped kissing her, turning away to prepare the game instead.

He had caught a grey rabbit, skinned it, and was now roasting it over a fire outside.

Before long, the aroma drifted in.

Sang Yan was already hungry; the smell of the meat made her stomach grumble.

As if on cue, Jiang Ke walked in and said with a smile: “Hungry? It’s ready to eat.”

He carried her outside.

His coat was spread on the grass.

He sat her down and tore off a rabbit leg.

Sang Yan eyed the tantalizing meat, her hands bound: “Hurry up and untie me.”

Jiang Ke ignored her, sat next to her, and began to tear pieces of meat from the rabbit leg, feeding her: “Open up.”

Sang Yan: “…”

She didn’t want to be hand-fed!

But if she refused to be fed, it seemed she’d go hungry.

Jiang Ke showed no intention of untying her.

Sang Yan said angrily: “I have hands; I can eat by myself. I’m not used to this.”

Jiang Ke smiled gently, his words dominant: “You’d better get used to it. You’ll have to eat like this from now on.”

He liked to feed her.

When she opened her mouth to bite.

He felt ecstatic.

She was like a young, soft, harmless animal, depending on him, pleasing him.

He wouldn’t ignore her.

Nor would he, like at the Long Chan Temple, listen to her heartless words.

As long as he wished, she would be within his reach.

He could do whatever he wanted to her.

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But he was currently on the run and afraid of provoking her into self-harm—it wouldn’t be convenient to find a doctor along the way. Better to endure for now.

Sang Yan didn’t see the lust in the man’s eyes, as she frowned and ate rabbit meat.

She felt she was too weak, which made him think she didn’t have any backbone.

That’s why he dared to be presumptuous over and over again.

But how could she be firm?

She didn’t know what to do.

Under absolute force and absolute disadvantage, she could only let it be.

“I’m thirsty.”

She felt a bit like a broken jar, given up.

Upon hearing this, he went to get a water bladder and fed her water.

Her lips were stained with oil from eating the meat, making them look especially tempting.

Jiang Ke swallowed and continued to feed her.

His fingers gradually became greasy.

The next moment

Sang Yan: “…”

She felt humiliated.

“Jiang Ke, don’t bully—”

“Mmph—”

Angry, she attempted to bite.

Unsuccessfully.

“Be good, Ah Yan, I don’t want to use violence.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Bowing to the roof.

Bowing to the roof.

This is how she consoled herself.

“I haven’t eaten enough.”

She tried to divert his thoughts.

Jiang Ke, seeing she understood, returned to a softer tone, “Alright.”

He continued to feed her and to tease her as before.

Sang Yan was both angry and wronged, later biting her lip and refusing to eat anymore.

It was then that Jiang Ke finally relented, “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you.”

Sang Yan ate the meat with tears in her eyes, and when she finished, she didn’t speak to him.

The moon shone brightly, and the stars were sparse.

The bonfire burned irritably hot.

She sweated and wanted to bathe, yet she feared that bathing might provoke his lust, so she bore the discomfort and wanted to cry.

What was He Ying doing?

When could he find her?

She longed for him.

Desperately longed for him.

Jiang Ke finished the remaining meat, washed his hands, and carried her back into the room.

Soon after, he brought over a basin of hot water, “Wash up briefly for now. Once we enter Qingzhou, I’ll find someone to groom you.”

Sang Yan nodded, reached out her hands, and asked him to untie them.

After Jiang Ke untied them, he stepped out of the room.

The night was silent.

Only the intermittent chirping of insects broke the quiet.

He guessed the time and called to her, “Ah Yan, are you done?”

Sang Yan was afraid he would barge in, so she washed quickly and was already done. Yet she ignored him and sat on the bed, contemplating how to escape.

Jiang Ke wanted to go to Qingzhou?

Where was Qingzhou located?

South or north?

West or east?

Her sense of direction was confused, and she didn’t even know where she currently was.

Oh, if she had known beforehand, she should have studied the Dahe Territory Map thoroughly!

“Creak—”

Jiang Ke pushed the door open.

Seeing her cleaned up and ignoring him, he didn’t say anything and took the water out.

When he came back, he carried paper and a writing brush, placing them on the table, “Write.”

Sang Yan frowned, “Write what?”

Jiang Ke said, “Write that you’ve already got someone in your heart, that you don’t wish to enter the palace as a consort, and beg the Emperor to release you and grant you your freedom.”

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan immediately understood his intentions and couldn’t help but respond with sarcasm, “Even if I write that, do you think he will believe it? Jiang Ke, what’s the point of deceiving yourself and others like this?”