The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 152 - : Bright Mirror

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Bright Mirror

He who ascends to power fears emotion most.

Today, Qi Jiu could threaten He Ying with Sang Yan because He Ying was moved, showing his weakness.

“Mr. Jiu, think about your grand ambitions, and stay away from Miss Sang.”

Han Mo’s advice was simple yet weighty.

Qi Jiu was silent for a long time before he said, “To value one person over the entire world is not heartless; it is truly being unable to afford feelings.”

Han Mo nodded, “Mr. Jiu, since you are clear about this in your heart, be sure not to repeat the same mistake.”

Qi Jiu sighed deeply and said no more.

Sometimes, people do things… even when they know they shouldn’t.

Separated by a room,

Sang Yan glared at Han Chen.

She wanted to kill Qi Jiu, and failing that, thought of killing herself.

In any case, she would not do as he wished.

But Han Chen was watching her, and several maids stood by her side, leaving her no chance.

The mess on the floor had also been cleaned up early.

When she asked to go to the restroom, the maids watched her, and it took her a long while to muster up the courage, blushing, to relieve herself.

She felt like she was living worse than a dog!

In the evening,

they brought dinner.

This meal was the most lavish she had seen since following Jiang Ke.

Chicken, duck, fish, soup, and various pastries—beautiful in color and lingering in fragrance.

As she looked, tears streamed down her face.

She thought of Jiang Ke.

When Jiang Ke had said he was hungry and was about to catch some game to fill his stomach, they had come, and they killed him; poor him, he went to the underworld hungry.

Was that considered dying from hunger?

The thought alone was excruciatingly painful for her.

The underworld?

There should be none.

But if not the underworld, where could he be?

If she could traverse this world, then could he also be reborn somewhere else?

Lost in thought, she heard the maid’s voice next to her—

“Miss, please eat your meal quickly. The food will get cold soon.”

After hearing this, knowing she shouldn’t make it difficult for them, she still waved her hand and swept all the food off the table.

Since she couldn’t find death, then she would starve.

Just starve—slowly and painfully.

“Get out!”

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“I’m not eating! I won’t eat anything! All of you, get out!”

She shrieked, driving people away.

The maids hurriedly cleaned up the mess and reported the incident to Qi Jiu.

Qi Jiu was also eating his dinner.

Because of the bandages on his face, he wasn’t planning to come over, but Sang Yan’s disobedience had irked him.

He sent Han Chen away and also dismissed the attendants.

The room was left with just the two of them.

“Still contemplating dying for him?”

“What a foolish woman!”

“He was nothing but an incapable cripple!”

He disparaged Jiang Ke at will, eliciting her hateful glare.

He met her gaze and smirked, “What, is there a problem with what I said? He couldn’t protect you. Time and again, he exposed you to danger. You could have had a better life, but his actions made you lead a life of displacement, and now, you’ve become my hostage.”

“People are already dead, what’s the point of talking about him like that?”

Sang Yan furiously cursed, “Qi Jiu, be a human being! Accumulate some virtue for yourself!”

Seeing this, Qi Jiu lost his patience, grabbed her by the neck, “Really not eating?”

Sang Yan turned her head, not wanting to look at him at all.

Qi Jiu then let go, smiling, “If you don’t eat, I have plenty of ways to make you eat. Maybe you find it boring and want someone to keep you company while you eat? Or even to feed you with their mouth?”

Sang Yan: “…”

She felt threatened, her eyes filled with disgust, “Despicable! Shameless! Disgusting!”

Qi Jiu chuckled, “My despicable, shameless, disgusting nature, haven’t you seen it all? And yet you still say these things. Sang Yan, how adorable of you, running out of fresh insults?”

Sang Yan: “…”

Her heart pounded violently; her forehead buzzed as if she were about to pass out from frustration.

She was genuinely afraid he would feed her by mouth.

She relented, “I’ll eat. Now leave. I don’t want to see you.”

Seeing her compliance, Qi Jiu smiled contently, “Isn’t that even more adorable?”

The adorable Sang Yan cursed him incessantly in her heart.

She had never so desperately wished for someone’s death!

Soon, the maid brought in fresh food.

Sang Yan ate numbly, shoveling food into her mouth without caring about the taste, her actions coarse as if she hadn’t eaten in half a month, not caring about her image at all.

“Slow down. Don’t choke. Here, drink some water.”

Qi Jiu sat across from her, softly uttering words of concern.

Sang Yan frowned at him, “Why haven’t you left? What are you looking at?”

Qi Jiu smiled faintly, “Watching you eat is also quite adorable.”

He didn’t really know what he was doing or what any of it meant.

Her eating was not that important.

She would not starve by not eating for two or three days.

Even if she became emaciated, He Ying might see her and feel sorrier for her, which would be more disadvantageous and beneficial for him.

But he still came, coercing and tempting her to eat.

He found that he liked watching her eat in a shriveled, subdued manner.

Originally, he was just curious about what kind of woman could make He Ying incessantly ponder and Jiang Ke willingly die.

Now… now…

Sang Yan rolled her eyes, full of disdain, “You’re really sick!”

Qi Jiu burst into laughter, “I indeed am sick.”

He let down the hair that had been wrapped under a headscarf, revealing it to be as white as snow.

Snowy hair, blue eyes, his face pale as jade—his appearance became particularly stunning as his hair cascaded down.

Of course, the astonishment was momentary.

After recovering, Sang Yan thought: Premature white hair? Dye? No, no! There was no such advanced hair-dyeing technology at this time! Overnight white hair belongs only in novels or to the realm of fantasy! What’s going on with him?

“Scared?”

Qi Jiu observed her stunned look, his expression becoming prouder and more indifferent, “My mother was a singer from Puluo Country. My father, the Emperor of Beiqi—well, back then it was still Da Qi—during a sea voyage, bought her for half a bag of gold coins. They were initially very affectionate. Within half a year, my mother rose from being a lowly maid to the position of Noble Consort. Everything fell apart with my birth.”

He was born with white hair and blue eyes.

The blue eyes could be explained by his mother’s Puluo bloodline.

People from Puluo Country all had blonde hair and blue eyes.

But white hair was considered ominous.

At that time, someone claimed that he was a natural-born monstrosity, an omen that he would bring disaster to Da Qi.

His father changed his attitude abruptly.

His mother fell out of favor.

Ten years later, when He Ying led troops to attack Da Qi causing the loss of numerous cities and forcing a relocation northward to what became Beiqi, his existence became an eyesore.

His father wanted to kill him to appease the public.

His mother tried to save him and struck her head dead against the walls of the Cold Palace.

Protected by his mother’s loyal servants, he fled to Puluo Country.

“You should visit Puluo Country.”

“The mountains are clear and the waters are beautiful, very beautiful, much like the heaven described by the Buddha.”

The world he had created.

His pride.

Perhaps if she saw it, she wouldn’t look at him with such loathing and hatred.

“No matter what you have experienced, it is no excuse for your wrongdoing!”

Sang Yan didn’t wish to hear his story and stated icily, “You were born in the Imperial Palace, you enjoyed the conveniences of power and wealth. You must bear its burdens as well.”

Qi Jiu nodded, “Yes. I recognize that. That’s why I never complain, nor do I show mercy. Every obstacle in my path gets kicked aside.”

“Do you see Jiang Ke as your obstacle?”

“Isn’t he? I’ve tried to recruit him multiple times, to no avail. If he cannot be of use to me, why should I keep him?”

“It’s because you lack the capacity to accommodate others and are even unfit to be his master.”

Those were harsh words.

Qi Jiu’s face changed instantly, and he exclaimed, “Sang Yan, provoking me does you no good.”