The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 339 - 336 Authority

Sang Yan saw him and immediately pulled his hand out.

But once out, she couldn’t shake it off.

"Let go!"

"No!"

Qi Wuya grasped her hand back and held it in his hands.

His hand was still cold, but hers was warm and delicate, like touching a piece of soft, warm tofu.

He really couldn’t bear to let go!

"Qi Wuya!"

Sang Yan, getting impatient, tried to shake him off again.

Qi Wuya held on tight and responded with a smile, "Here. I’m here."

Sang Yan felt he was just being annoying and had to switch to a softer approach, "Cold. Very cold. Do you want me to get sick?"

She was showing weakness.

And whenever she showed weakness, Qi Wuya always appreciated it.

He watched her huddle under the blanket, which was slightly open and drafty, so he let go of her hand.

Of course, not without speaking well of himself, "Yanyan, you see, I always like to listen to you."

Sang Yan heard this and scoffed sarcastically, "Then send me back."

Qi Wuya also laughed, "Where to? Can I go to my heart?"

Sang Yan: "..."

This kind of cheesy modern pick-up line, she didn’t expect to hear in this era.

It showed, men’s sweet nothings were passed down through the ages.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qi Wuya saw her silent and asked.

Sang Yan said annoyedly, "I’m thinking when will someone like you die?"

This was a great disrespect.

If it were anyone else, Qi Wuya would have beheaded him without hesitation.

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He didn’t even get angry and laughed, "Then you might as well not think about it. Didn’t they say ’my misdeeds will continue for thousands of years’? Obviously, I’m not going to die anytime soon."

Sang Yan thought he was very slick and mocked, "You seem to take pride in ’misdeeds continuing for thousands of years.’"

Qi Wuya nodded and smiled, "Yes. Why not? Whatever you say, I take as a point of pride."

Sang Yan: "..."

She was wrong.

She shouldn’t have talked to this madman.

She decisively shut her mouth and remained silent.

Seeing this, he laughed again and asked, "What are you thinking about now?"

Sang Yan frowned, "Thinking about how annoying you are!"

She truly found Qi Wuya annoying—an emperor with nothing serious to do?

Why was he always loitering around her!

What she didn’t know was that in Beiqi, the winter was too cold, and the citizens, like snakes, coiled up at home, enjoying a bit of quiet time.

For this reason, other state affairs were few.

And even if there were state affairs, he wasn’t one to always take charge personally.

"You don’t love me, find me annoying. Wait till you love me, and you’ll want me to annoy you more."

"You’re dreaming. That day will never come."

"Don’t speak so absolutely. Isn’t there a saying, ’Sincerity moves heaven and earth’?"

"Hmph."

Sang Yan was laughed annoyed by him, "Forcing your way and calling it sincerity, you really are fitting for an emperor, always so good at distorting facts."

This was also a great disrespect.

But Qi Wuya heard it and was still not angered.

The reason was simple.

He felt they were just bickering.

And he was immersed in it: "Yanyan, you look really good when you’re sharp-tongued."

Sang Yan: "..."

She was not only wrong but also stupid.

She just shouldn’t have spoken!

Qi Wuya saw that she was really angry and went back to normal, "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Tell me, what did you just dream about? Why were you crying?"

Sang Yan thought for a moment and said, "I was thinking about He Ying. Missed him too much, so I cried. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Not satisfied.

Very unsatisfied.

No man wants to hear the woman he loves talk about missing another man.

"Yanyan, you really can hurt my heart."

He instantly lost the urge to ask further, "Yanyan, be good, don’t mention him in front of me, or he’ll be unlucky. You make me unhappy, and I’ll make him unhappy."

Sang Yan knew he would resort to schemes, so she also made a concession, "Who asked you to inquire? If you hadn’t asked, would I have mentioned him? Get out! I need to sleep some more."

As she spoke, she lay down again, turning her back to him.

He looked at her, said nothing, pulled off his cloak, lifted the blanket, and lay down beside her.

Sang Yan felt someone climbing onto the bed and quickly sat up again, glaring at him: "Qi Wuya, what exactly are you trying to do? Can you leave me in peace for a while?"

Qi Wuya looked innocent: "I don’t want to do anything, I just want to sleep beside you for a bit longer."

"I don’t need that."

"That’s another absolute statement."

"So what if it’s absolute?"

Sang Yan, finding him displeasing, just wanted to contradict him: "Qi Wuya, can you keep your distance from me?"

"I can’t."

Qi Wuya was very domineering, pulling her down to lie beside him, and when she tried to struggle, he pressed his thigh onto hers.

"Yanyan, be good. Think about the child?"

His hand rested on her lower abdomen.

Actions spoke louder than words.

Sang Yan resigned herself, closed her eyes, pretending he didn’t exist.

But his presence was too overpowering.

His young, strong body and the pure male hormones made her very uncomfortable.

Qi Wuya, noticing her discomfort, gently patted her shoulder and soothed, "Yanyan, I have no ill intentions toward you; I just want to have an open heart-to-heart chat with you."

Sang Yan could feel the sincerity in his words, which lessened her aversion slightly, so she softened her tone: "If you really want to have a conversation, shouldn’t you start by adopting the right posture?"

"What posture?"

Qi Wuya answered his own question: "Leaving your bed?"

He was too clever.

He blocked her arguments before she could respond.

Sang Yan could only remain silent.

Silence was her concession.

Qi Wuya smiled: "See, Yanyan, you don’t even have the sincerity to have a proper conversation with me."

Sang Yan disagreed loudly, retorting, "Qi Wuya, you’re turning the tables on me!"

Qi Wuya didn’t deny it: "Right. Yanyan is really smart, you figured it out."

Sang Yan: "..."

See!

When power prevails, she had no recourse.

"Qi Wuya, if you don’t want to chat, then let’s not chat."

"I think we are having a good conversation right now."

Compared to their previous tense hostility or her indifference toward him, they could now lie in the same bed.

This was significant progress.

He was satisfied with this progress.

"Yanyan, be nicer to me, I truly can give you everything."

"Freedom as well?"

Her tone was sarcastic.

"Why not?"

His tone was serious.

Of course, there were conditions: "As long as you keep me in your heart, you will naturally be free. Free to come and go, inside and outside the palace."

This freedom was not the freedom she wanted.

Sang Yan realized he was just deceiving her and decided not to say a word more.

Thus, Qi Wuya really was at a loss.

After several attempts to start a conversation yielded no response, he could only admit his mistake: "Alright. I was wrong. Forgive me, please? Yanyan?"

His voice at the end was tender and lingering, creating an atmosphere as if—they were long-romantic lovers.

But how could they be lovers?

Her lover was He Ying!

Sang Yan missed He Ying even more.

This longing eroded her nerves and heart, causing her to cry in sadness.

But with Qi Wuya right beside her, she could only endure it, letting tears drop onto the pillow.

Soon, a large part of the pillow was wet.

She made no sound.

But her shoulders trembled continuously.

Qi Wuya still noticed something was amiss and forcibly turned her over.

Then he saw—her eyes and nose were red, her wet hair clung to her cheeks, and with her suppressed, gasping sounds, she resembled a delicate flower battered by wind and rain, disheveled yet tragically beautiful.

Exceptionally tempting.

"Why are you crying?"

His voice was calm and indifferent, but his heart uncontrollably thumped: "Yanyan, I haven’t mistreated you yet."

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