The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 34 - 0 Absurdity

First, he shared a carriage with her, not considering at all whether he might fall ill. Now, he has had the palace maid switch to calling him master. His intentions are utterly unmasked.

It's frightening to think that one day, overcome by impulse, he would push through his illness just to have his way with her.

This Imperial Palace is too dangerous.

She needs to leave quickly!

"Sister, please go quickly. Don't keep the Emperor waiting."

Sang Ruoshui suppressed his envy and urged her.

Sang Yan sighed deeply, slowly got out of bed, washed up briefly, changed her clothes, and went.

Qiuzhi still wanted to apply her makeup, but she refused and went bare-faced in front of the Emperor.

The Emperor was carving jade.

Or rather, he was crafting a Jade hairpin.

Seeing her arrival, his first reaction was to hide it.

Sang Yan didn't see clearly and didn't mind; she firstly bowed and greeted, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

He Ying, with his hands behind his back, passed the Jade hairpin to Pei Muyang before raising a hand, "No need for formalities. Please, have a seat."

He rose and sat down by the dining table, softly speaking, "There's no morning court today, I just thought of dining together with you."

Sang Yan responded coolly and distantly, "I'm unworthy."

He Ying noticed her mood was off and frowned, "What's wrong? Who has upset you?"

Sang Yan bluntly said, "It's the Emperor."

He Ying smiled, "How have I upset you?"

"The Emperor puts a lot of pressure on me."

His love, fiery as a blazing inferno, suffocated her.

Unaware of her inner turmoil, He Ying chuckled, "I think pressure is a good thing. To bear the crown, one must endure its weight."

"But I don't want to."

Her saying she didn't want to was a rejection, a defiance.

Yet He Ying didn't get as angry as before and instead said earnestly, "Initially, I also didn't want to be the Emperor. Unfortunately, the late Emperor passed away too soon. I was only ten then and had to take on the responsibilities of Da He."

Speaking of the late Emperor, his playful mood subsided somewhat, his expression grievous, "When the late Emperor was dying, he was delirious, crying that he didn't want to be the Emperor at one moment, then berating himself for not being a good one at another. Actually, I know, at that time, the Regent King Pei Zhen held the real power. It was difficult being Emperor; he did all he could."

Listening to the imperial family's secrets, Sang Yan felt heavy-hearted but also vaguely thought—Is the wretched Emperor playing the sympathy card?

"... Your Majesty is doing very well."

She thought it over and complied with a statement.

Next moment, the wretched Emperor said, "You could do very well too."

See, waiting right there.

Sang Yan was inwardly vexed, "I am not Your Majesty."

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"Don't worry. You have me."

The wretched Emperor is narcissistic!

In that instant, Sang Yan had no idea what to say, only able to channel her sorrow into her appetite.

Breakfast proceeded in silence.

After a while, He Ying picked up a topic, "What is the answer to your question?"

He felt that Feng Yicheng's explanation wasn't the best solution.

But he couldn't provide a better explanation either.

Seeing his puzzled look, Sang Yan felt slightly better and scoffed, "I asked Your Majesty, how has it turned to Your Majesty asking me?"

He Ying chuckled lightly, "Am I not a flawed man, who can't humbly seek advice?"

Sang Yan sarcastically remarked, "Your Majesty always says he is the Master of the World, the Emperor, I thought Your Majesty was omnipotent."

He Ying, wanting to cheer her up, replied, "Sorry. I am not omnipotent, I must disappoint you."

Sang Yan: "..."

In the end, went soft again: "It's just a play on words. Your Majesty needn't overthink it."

He Ying nodded, sighed, and said, "Indeed, it's meant to trouble me."

Sang Yan: "..."

Wretched Emperor!

If she softened any further, she would be a fool!

After breakfast

She wanted to take her leave.

He Ying did not agree, asking her to prepare the ink and brush instead.

Having done this task before, Sang Yan mechanically ground the ink for him.

While reviewing the petitions, He Ying occasionally asked, "How should this person be dealt with?"

Sang Yan then took the petition, which detailed the Imperial Censor, Feng Ji, impeaching the Prince of Qingzhou/Du Tong for living a lavish lifestyle, not only expanding the Prince Mansion extensively but also gathering various beauties, causing the people under his rule to suffer immensely and complaints to abound.

"May I ask the Emperor, what merits has the Prince of Qingzhou achieved?"

"Thanks to ancestral fortune, he has no notable merits."

"Then, once verified as true, should it not be dealt with impartially? What is there to hesitate?"

Sang Yan did not see the case as being difficult to manage.

Was the Emperor too lazy to apply a bit of thought?

He Ying, as if seeing what she was thinking, looked at her and gently smiled, "Not at all. I merely wanted to find an opportunity to talk more with you."

Sang Yan: "..."

The Emperor was flirting with her again!

Her heart rate uncontrollably quickened.

And her face turned a bit red.

She quickly turned away, urging, "Your Majesty, it's better to focus on the government affairs."

The table was piled up with petitions like a small mountain.

Not understanding, one does not know the Emperor's hardships; this vast territory of Da He truly is immense, covering eighteen provinces, ninety-six cities, catering to a population of two hundred million.

It even surpasses the population of the illustrious Tang dynasty in history.

Ruling such a populous, the burden rests entirely on one man, the Emperor; the hardship is imaginable.

No wonder the Emperor wanted to be lazy.

He Ying did indeed want to be lazy, dipping his brush in ink while writing comments but also saying, "Whenever I see the Prince of Qingzhou, I am reminded of the late Emperor. During his reign, they were quite close. The late Emperor didn't have many friends, just Wan Zhang from the Observatory and him."

His words carried an implication of personal bias.

Sang Yan's sense of justice surged, unable to resist saying, "The Prince should be subjected to the same laws as the common people. Even if he was a friend of the late Emperor, Your Majesty cannot easily exonerate him. Otherwise, it sets a dangerous precedent."

"Alright. I'll take your advice."

He Ying agreed briskly.

At last, he added teasingly, "With your concern for the country and the people, had you been born a boy, you would indeed be a pillar of the state."

Sang Yan, hearing this, felt regret: "Isn't that the truth?"

If she had been reincarnated into a man's body, she would follow Feng Yicheng's footsteps; advancing to achieve and retreating to travel the world, how joyful that would be.

"Fortunately, you are not."

He Ying's tone was laced with relief.

Sang Yan felt the urge to punch someone.

Then she heard him continue, "Actually, over the years, I too have heard of Du Tong's absurd actions. It's said that every spring, Du Tong hosts a banquet in the Prince Mansion where he has numerous concubines wear fresh flowers and stand in the garden. Then, he captures a butterfly and releases it by hand to see on which concubine it lands. Whichever one it chooses, that concubine would serve him for the night. Ha, loving as the butterflies decide, I as the Emperor couldn't compete with his playfulness."

Sang Yan: "..."

Why did she feel a hint of envy?

Humph.

All these years, the Emperor couldn't indulge in intimate pleasures due to his strange illness. He must be frustrated.

Thinking so, she couldn't help but say grumpily, "Your Majesty, as you said, you are the Emperor of the whole country. Why focus on such frivolous matters?"

He Ying: "..."

It did not necessarily need to be that strict.

He coughed twice, softly adding, "I used to think so too, but now that I have you in my heart... it's all just part of male and female affection. Don't be like those old pedants, so prudish and dull."

Sang Yan, hearing this, said nothing aloud, but inwardly scoffed: Humph! Double standard! When the Prince of Qingzhou/Du Tong loves with the butterflies, it is absurd, but when he does, it is a refined affair.

"Your Majesty, you should focus and properly review the petitions."

She felt like she was becoming a teacher, incessantly commanding an unruly student.

This is tiring.

"You might want to look at this—"

The Emperor handed her another petition.

Great.

She was wrong; not just a teacher but also a political advisor!