The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 120 - Despicable

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 Despicable

“Not interesting? I find it quite interesting.”

Jiang Ke’s smile was just asking for a punch.

Sang Yan wanted to hit him, but she wasn’t a match for him, so she could only twist her face away in refusal—how could she write a letter that would harm He Ying?

Jiang Ke wasn’t angry, still smiling, “Ah Yan, if you don’t write, I can only find someone to forge it. Of course, that forger won’t want to live afterward. Thus, you don’t kill a noble, but a noble dies because of you. Pitiful, so pitiful.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Threat!

A blatant threat!

But she was still intimidated by him and could only pick up the pen and start writing.

“Despicable! Shameless!”

She cursed his actions.

Then she threw the finished letter at him harshly.

Jiang Ke was still not annoyed, he caught it, glanced at it to make sure there were no hidden poems or anything, and smiled wickedly, “I can be more despicable and more shameless, would you like to see?”

Sang Yan was at a loss for words.

She was no match for this despicable and shameless man.

Fortunately, this despicable and shameless man didn’t tie her hands and feet again, allowing her to sleep tied up.

“Awooo—”

Suddenly, the sound of wolves howling came.

Sang Yan shuddered in fear, instantly on guard, “There are wolves! Have they come out to hunt?”

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t let them come close.”

Jiang Ke turned and went out to check.

Sang Yan wanted to follow, but he stopped her with a look.

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

Jiang Ke felt she was safer inside the house.

Sang Yan explained, “I just want to go outside and see what’s happening.”

Is it wolves? How many? How to drive them away?

She didn’t want to just sit there waiting for his protection.

Jiang Ke didn’t refuse.

Both of them went out to take a look.

The situation outside was severe.

There seemed to be about twenty wolves, each with eyes glowing green, staring in their direction.

Sang Yan was scared, seeing Jiang Ke moving farther outside, she grabbed his arm and reminded him, “They are scared of fire. Don’t confront them directly. That fire is about to go out, you better add some more firewood. Keep the fire burning, and they won’t dare to come close.”

Jiang Ke took her reminder as concern, looking at her tugging at his hand, he smiled, “Ah Yan, are you worried about me?”

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The wolves were getting closer.

Howling incessantly, as if calling for more of their kind.

“Is this really the time to talk about that?”

Sang Yan was infuriated by his sudden romance-mindedness, “Can’t you be serious? That’s a pack of wolves! They can cause serious damage when they attack in groups.”

Jiang Ke, skilled and daring, wasn’t afraid. “No worries. Even more aren’t my match.”

Sang Yan laughed in frustration, “But they are my match. Are you trying to get me killed?”

Once he was trapped, she would be doomed.

Jiang Ke understood her concern and followed her advice, adding firewood, reigniting the fire.

With the fire blazing, the pack of wolves indeed didn’t dare to come closer, but they also didn’t leave, just staring in their direction.

“Wolves are a very spirited species. Once they spot prey, as long as they determine there isn’t a significant threat, they won’t easily give up on the prey.”

Sang Yan spoke more fearfully, unsure how long the fire could keep them at bay.

Moreover, the firewood was running out.

Sang Yan had to go back inside and move objects like chairs and tables out to use as firewood.

Jiang Ke found her clumsy struggle with the table endearing.

Was she protecting him?

“Ah Yan, do you like that little wolf cub? Should I catch it for you? Or would you like to try some wolf meat?”

“I don’t want to. I’m not interested. Stop talking to me.”

Sang Yan looked at the fire, occasionally stirring it to ensure the wood burned fully. At the same time, she gazed up at the moon above, her face filled with sorrow: Alas, who knows what time it is now, or how long till dawn.

Jiang Ke didn’t know what she was thinking, assuming she was admiring the moon, so he remarked, “The moon is beautiful tonight. But it pales in comparison to you.”

Sang Yan didn’t respond; she really wasn’t in the mood for poetic exchanges.

Actually, thinking about it, she had never been alone with He Ying like this.

He Ying…

What was he doing now?

*

He Ying was still in Sang Yan’s room, waiting for her return.

He had not slept, just sitting on her bed till dawn.

Sang Kun personally delivered food: “Emperor, you haven’t eaten anything all day. Your dragon’s health is paramount.”

He had originally been worried that the Emperor would disdain his daughter, but he hadn’t expected the Emperor to be so genuinely affectionate.

How could his daughter deserve such sincerity?

“Has there been any news from Jiang Ke?”

He Ying had not slept all night, and his appearance was haggard with many red veins in his eyes.

Sang Kun dared not look too long, and bowed his head to respond, “No news yet. But this official believes it will come soon. Therefore, before we hear anything, Your Majesty must take care of your health. Otherwise, if Ah Yan returns and sees you’ve lost weight, she will definitely feel heartbroken.”

Listening to him, He Ying felt heartache for Sang Yan before she could for him: “Who knows what she’s had to eat? Whether she’s slept well? If that person is treating her well. Her body is so frail, what if she becomes sick or injured?”

“Please don’t think like that, Emperor. She has your dragon energy to protect her, and she has spent so much time praying at Long Chan Temple, under the protection of the Buddha as well. Surely a blessed person will naturally encounter good fortune.”

“Is that so?”

He Ying murmured, then spaced out again.

Seeing this, Sang Kun placed the food on the table, glanced at Pei Muyang, and signaled him to persuade the Emperor before retreating.

“Father, isn’t the Emperor returning to the palace?”

Sang Jue waited outside the door and, upon seeing his father emerge, suppressed his disgust for the Emperor and approached him: “The ministers have once again requested the Emperor return to court for meetings. His continuous presence here is likely improper.”

In fact, having the Emperor visit his official’s residence was a tremendous honor.

Not to mention an overnight stay?

If possible, Sang Kun would indeed wish for the Emperor to always reside here.

Now that the ministers wished to see the Emperor, who among them wasn’t trying to curry favor?

“The Emperor himself is the protocol. Why care what those people think? The petitions that are sent in daily, His Majesty will handle them accordingly.”

Scarcely had Sang Kun’s voice faded when the door creaked open.

Pei Muyang stepped out and said, “Young Master Sang, the Emperor wishes to see you.”

Sang Jue slightly furrowed his brow: “…Yes.”

Just as he was about to step forward, Sang Kun pulled him aside and cautioned, “Mind your words and actions, do not displease the Emperor.”

Sang Jue didn’t respond verbally, merely stepping inside.

He Ying still sat on the bed, hair unkempt, face unwashed, his appearance disheveled and wan.

Catching a glimpse of him, Sang Jue inwardly rejoiced while maintaining a respectful and solemn demeanor: “Commoner Sang Jue pays his respects to the Emperor.”

He Ying, hearing the voice and giving a cursory glance, exclaimed astonishingly, “You detest Us.”

Sang Jue inwardly shivered but feigned confusion on his face: “Emperor? What do you mean by that? Why would I ever detest You?”

Had he given himself away?

That shouldn’t be.

They had barely exchanged a few words.

He Ying continued, “Sang Jue, you detest Us. Whatever you want to do, face Us directly. Your sister is innocent. You mustn’t endanger her. Tell Us, where have you taken her?”

“Emperor, what are you talking about?”

Sang Jue played dumb with an innocent face.

He Ying suddenly stood up, pointing at him and shouted angrily, “Are you still pretending? I’ve been giving you opportunities all along. Sang Jue, has it not been enough even after a day and a night?”

He had thought over it all night, and like those Hidden Guards, Sang Jue was surely involved.

Yet he and Sang Yan were siblings born of the same mother, with no apparent motive on the surface.

It thus simply must be based on the outcome—to infer the motive—he detested them.

Why did he detest them?

That started with Suxi.