The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 340 - 337: Branding

Sang Yan hadn’t yet reacted to Qi Wuya’s words when her lips were sealed by his.

She immediately tried to push him away but he only held her tighter.

"Think about the child."

He breathed heavily, acting recklessly.

Sang Yan was taken advantage of.

Afterward, her lips were swollen, and her chest and collarbone bore his teeth marks.

The bloodthirsty man was not gentle, seemingly wanting to assault her soul with pain.

"Slap!"

Sang Yan fiercely slapped him across the face.

The hall fell silent.

That slap sounded particularly loud.

All the Palace Attendants present immediately knelt down, their heads bowed even lower.

Heavens, this girl had actually slapped the Emperor!

She was incredibly bold!

The Emperor would kill her, wouldn’t he?

They thought this and also listened intently, "Huh, why is there no movement?"

The truth was that Qi Wuya was too shocked.

He was completely frozen.

He had never been slapped in the face so forcefully by anyone in his life.

Especially not by a woman.

By the time he recovered, Sang Yan had already struck him with another slap.

"Slap!"

This slap was even louder.

Everyone in the hall: "!!!"

They were shocked and drew pale, hardly daring to look, almost pressing their heads to the ground.

The Emperor was slapped twice?

Wouldn’t the people who saw this be silenced?

"Sang, Yan!"

Qi Wuya was after all a man, and his pride mattered to him.

His complexion grew cold as he bellowed, restraining his anger.

Sang Yan saw this and was unafraid, overwhelmed by anger, raising her hand to hit him again.

Of course, this time she was unsuccessful.

Qi Wuya intercepted halfway, tightly gripping her hand, restraining his rage as he said, "Not crying now? Not upset anymore?"

The reason he kissed her was partly due to lust and partly to divert her attention. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Look at her now, not able to cry, right?

Even the sorrowful emotions had disappeared.

Indeed, Sang Yan was no longer crying nor upset, her entire being controlled by anger: "Qi Wuya, I curse you to a dreadful death!"

Those words were too harsh.

Even though Qi Wuya doted on her, he was provoked.

His face turned icy as he menacingly said, "Sang Yan, rest assured, when I die, I’ll definitely make you accompany me in death!"

Sang Yan shook off his hand, telling him to get lost.

He wisely left.

As he rolled outside of the hall, a cold breeze made him sober up: he had been too hasty. Her health had just improved, and he shouldn’t have agitated her. But why did she have to cry in front of him? And cry in such a pitiful manner?

He just wanted her!

Before she arrived, he thought of her night after night.

It was hard enough that she was here, and yet he still had to restrain himself.

This restraint had been so prolonged, it was almost causing him internal injuries!

"Your Majesty—"

You Ran, holding a large cloak, hurried out, ready to drape it over him, only to see him turn around and head back into the hall.

The Palace Attendants were still kneeling, originally planning to wait for the Emperor to move further away before rising, but the Emperor had returned.

They quickly lowered their heads again, thinking: Could it be that the Emperor couldn’t swallow his anger and came back to settle scores?

The reality was completely contrary to what they thought.

Qi Wuya walked back to the bedside, seeing Sang Yan lying on the bed crying again, then admitted his fault: "I’m sorry, Yanyan, I was just...reckless. Don’t cry. It was my fault."

He took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped her tears. As he wiped, he said, "But you must also understand me. I am a man, in the prime of my life. Considering your pregnancy, I have been holding back. You can’t expect me to abstain until you give birth, can you?"

He felt he had done nothing wrong.

She was his woman; it was only right she meet his needs.

It was only a kiss, and he hadn’t even made her serve him in bed; he had already made enough concessions for her.

Sang Yan never expected Qi Wuya to come back and say these things—was he really not trying to enrage her to death?

"Get out!"

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "Go away!"

She shouted so much that her belly hurt, and she hurriedly lay down, not daring to get angry anymore.

This bastard was doing it on purpose!

He just couldn’t stand to see her well; he wanted to make her lose the baby!

She couldn’t fall for his trap!

But this was a wrongful accusation against Qi Wuya.

As soon as he saw her belly ache, he sent someone to call Wu Youzhi.

Wu Youzhi was staying in the side palace to conveniently take care of Sang Yan during her pregnancy, so he arrived quickly.

"Your humble servant greets the Emperor."

Just as he was about to kneel and salute, he saw the Emperor gesturing for him to come over.

Wu Youzhi knew the Emperor didn’t care much for protocol, especially concerning Miss Sang, so he brushed off the dust from his clothes and stepped forward.

"What happened to the young lady?"

As he asked, he saw Sang Yan stretch out her wrist, and he immediately took her pulse.

The pulse wasn’t bad.

But he intentionally said, "What has the Emperor done again? The lady’s pulse suggests she has been agitated."

He didn’t even need to check her pulse; just by looking at the young lady’s neck, he could tell the Emperor had acted shamefully not long ago.

A fine Emperor who could have countless beautiful women fixated on just one.

Even a pregnant woman was not spared.

Beast!

Feeling unjustly accused, Qi Wuya protested, "You should see what she did! Look at my face!"

He had received a slap on each cheek, perfectly symmetrical!

It was still stinging painfully!

Wu Youzhi saw the slap marks on his face, had nothing to say, but thought to himself: Serves you right! Should have slapped you more! He felt like slapping him too!

"Imperial Doctor Wu, my baby?"

Sang Yan somewhat regretted her earlier outburst.

But she couldn’t control herself.

Pregnant women’s hormones are already unstable, emotions fluctuate greatly, and yet Qi Wuya kept provoking her!

It must have been a debt from a past life!

"This child..."

He thought for a moment and chose to emphasize his words, "For now, there’s no issue, but it’s really not stable, so, miss, if you wish to keep the baby, you must maintain a good mood."

Having said that, he turned to Qi Wuya, sternly saying, "Your Majesty, as the supreme ruler, should be broad-minded, please do not quibble with a young lady. Her body cannot withstand significant emotional stress."

Qi Wuya caught the implied meaning: Just stay away from her! Don’t affect her mood!

How he wished he could do just that!

But he couldn’t.

"I understand."

He dismissed it, waving his hand, "Since she is fine, you may leave now."

Wu Youzhi: "..."

That was clearly a bridge burning after crossing.

But what could he do?

"Yes."

He could only comply, picking up his medical box, and turned to leave.

After Wu Youzhi had gone far, Qi Wuya said to Sang Yan, "Doctors tend to exaggerate minor ailments and downplay severe illnesses, don’t use his words as an excuse to refuse me."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan felt her blood boil again. She hurriedly patted her chest, reassuring herself: Don’t get angry. Don’t get angry. He’s just an idiot! Engaging with an idiot is your own fault! Your primary task now is to save the baby! Just ignore it as if bitten by a dog!

But the traces of a dog’s bite were hard to erase.

Like a brand, it throbbed quietly.

How much longer would she have to endure this pain?

Looking at the man by her bed, fixating on her, she suddenly felt suffocated and slowly closed her eyes.

Oh, He Ying...

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