The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 335 - 332 Displaced Anger

"It mustn’t be anything nice," she thought.

Who told her to try to assassinate him?

But she had no choice.

She couldn’t control herself.

As for why she couldn’t?

She knew very well in her heart.

But let it be, let it be.

There was no need to say it anymore.

Sang Ruoshui felt she was getting closer and closer to Qingning Palace.

For some reason, the closer she got, the more timid she became.

How could she face him looking like a ghost?

He never liked her in the first place, seeing her so ugly and wretched would surely make him despise her even more.

No, perhaps he would even take pleasure in her misfortune.

Her current plight was indeed a deserved retribution.

Lost in her chaotic thoughts, Sang Ruoshui was brought into Qingning Palace.

Inside

He Ying lay propped up in bed, staring intently at the entrance.

When Sang Ruoshui was brought in—

He immediately frowned: she stank. What used to be a florid small face was now dirty and unbearable to look at. Her clothes were the same. Tarnished and shiny in patches, with a fishy stench of blood. In this half-dead state, how could he interrogate her?

Just as he was thinking, he saw Sang Ruoshui released onto the ground.

She couldn’t stand at all; as soon as her feet touched the ground, she slumped to her knees.

But even kneeling didn’t give her the strength; her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground like a boneless figure.

He Ying watched and frowned, reprimanding, "Wang Lishuo, do you realize your crime!"

When Wang Lishuo entered the palace, he was wary of the Emperor’s expression. Seeing his frown and tight face, he knew the Emperor had grown lenient.

Although the Emperor’s leniency was what he and the Sang Family wished for, at the end of the day, he would still be chastised.

"Emperor, forgive me."

He quickly knelt and explained the situation: "After Princess Consort Sang attempted to assassinate your sacred person, as soon as she entered the Prison Department, she tried to bite her own tongue to commit suicide. Fortunately, she was found in time to save her life. Later, the Empress went to the Prison Department, saying to leave her to her own fate, so this humble servant... did not dare to intrude..."

When it came to the Empress, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Emperor’s increasingly grave expression, and his voice unwittingly lowered.

Ah, bad words about the Empress are unspeakable.

He Ying did not want to listen to him shirking responsibility; his attention returned to the "corpse" on the ground: "Sang Ruoshui, if you’re still alive, make a sound for Us."

Sang Ruoshui made no sound.

She lay on the ground for a long time without any response.

Wang Lishuo, seeing this, got anxious: what if she dies right in front of the Emperor?

He mustered his courage, reached out to feel her breath, and found she was still breathing; he hurriedly spoke for her, "Emperor, Princess Consort Sang has injured her tongue; she can’t speak."

Reached this point, he thought of Sang Ruoshui’s eyes, and through gritted teeth said, "A few days ago, Princess Consort Sang’s wound was infected, she ran a high fever that damaged her eyes, and it seems... it seems she can’t see anymore."

For a nation’s princess consort to suddenly become both mute and blind was a serious matter.

Even if she wasn’t favored, she was still the Emperor’s woman after all, one must consider the Emperor’s dignity.

It indeed wasn’t right to mistreat someone so harshly.

He Ying listened to Wang Lishuo’s words and was very shocked.

In just a few days, Sang Ruoshui had ended up in a worse state than him.

Although she deserved her punishment, after all, she was the Empress’s younger sister, his wife in name!

"You put the person in your Prison Department, and this is how you look after her?"

He could have killed Sang Ruoshui justly and swiftly, but he did not wish to humiliate her like this.

A noble might be killed, but not insulted.

Let alone a nation’s princess consort!

Seeing the Emperor moved by compassion, Wang Lishuo hastily kowtowed admitting his wrong, "Emperor, forgive me. This humble servant admits his guilt. We will immediately call for the Imperial Physician to treat Princess Consort Sang."

He Ying could not wait for the Imperial Physician to arrive; he directly demanded she write down why she tried to kill him, promising, "Sang Ruoshui, if you divulge the true reason, We shall spare your life."

At once, a Palace Attendant brought paper and ink for Sang Ruoshui’s hand.

But Sang Ruoshui was too weak to write anything at all.

She tried several times, but her handwriting was weak and wavering, and she didn’t manage to write a single word.

"Useless!"

He cursed angrily and turned to Wang Lishuo, displacing his anger, "Look at the stupid thing you’ve done!"

Wang Lishuo didn’t dare to argue and kept kowtowing, "Emperor, please forgive me. Emperor, please forgive me."

In the end, He Ying did not obtain the information he desired.

He asked Luo Shan to treat Sang Ruoshui, "For now, just let her regain her strength. I’ll give you two days."

As for her tongue, her eyes?

They were ruined.

He had no sympathy.

He was just a bit worried that Sang Yan would learn of it and would feel guilty, would be pained.

Therefore, he warned, "Everyone keep your own mouth shut, and make sure your underlings do the same. Don’t let the Empress find out about Princess Consort Sang’s incident."

But how could such a matter possibly be kept secret?

A single wall couldn’t hide many secrets.

Qing Wu in the side hall had known about the Emperor summoning Sang Ruoshui as soon as she had entered the main hall.

She was no saint like Sang Yan and certainly wouldn’t sympathize with Sang Ruoshui’s plight; she only wondered: Why had the Emperor suddenly summoned Sang Ruoshui? What was he planning to do?

That sense of danger lingered in her heart again.

She looked at Qiuzhi and said impatiently, "Aren’t you going to speak? With me here, I will protect you."

She needed to know what exactly Qiuzhi had found out so as to plan accordingly.

Qiuzhi thought of the fortune-teller’s words and dared not speak.

"There’s really nothing. Empress should stop asking."

As she massaged her shoulders, she changed the subject, "Empress, your eyebrows are a bit smudged. Let this servant redo them for you."

Qing Wu was not in the mood to have her eyebrows redone.

She pushed her away, stood up abruptly, her cold eyes shooting out a chilling light, and said sternly, "It seems you no longer heed my words. Since you don’t listen, then leave the Imperial Palace!"

"Empress—"

Qiuzhi had not expected to be banished over this minor issue, and panic set in immediately. She knelt down at once, "Empress, this servant is loyal to you."

Qing Wu scoffed disdainfully, "Then where is your loyalty? I surely can’t see it."

Qiuzhi thought tearfully, "It’s precisely because I am loyal that I can’t tell her she has the face of a lowly and short-lived person!"

"Empress, this servant doesn’t want to leave you. Empress, please forgive me this time."

She looked up at her, tears falling, her eyes dewy with a pleading look.

Qing Wu looked on, her beautiful face unmoving.

She gave her a cold glance and dropped a sentence, "You’d better think carefully."

Then she quickly went to the main hall.

Inside the main hall

There was complete silence.

Chu Jun had already left.

Luo Shan was also gone.

Only He Ying was drinking medicine.

Pei Muyang stood by, waiting for him to finish the medicine before taking the bowl and handing it to a little eunuch.

Qing Wu scanned around and, sensing nothing amiss, turned to He Ying and asked softly, "I heard the Emperor just met with Sang Ruoshui?"

Seeing her inquire, He Ying did not hide it and nodded.

Realizing he couldn’t hide it, he took the initiative to state the reason, "She attempted to assassinate me, so I wanted to ask her why she wanted to kill me."

Jealousy alone could make sense, but he felt as though he was overlooking something; something wasn’t right.

Qing Wu had guessed this reason and didn’t think much further, continuing to ask, "So, did you get an answer?"

He Ying shook his head, "No. She hurt her throat and can’t speak. I thought she looked pitiful, so I let Luo Shan treat her. However, to prevent her from getting emotionally agitated and affecting her condition, you better not go see her."

He couldn’t bear the thought of her being frightened by Sang Ruoshui’s tragic state.

Qing Wu, unaware of his thoughts, the more he forbade her, the more she wanted to go.

Especially considering Luo Shan was with Sang Ruoshui.

Perhaps Luo Shan would speak the words Qiuzhi could not.

She was certainly braver than Qiuzhi.

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