The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 36 - 0 Indulgence

Chapter 36: Chapter 036 Indulgence

Sigh.

Late at night and still not sleeping, admiring what night-blooming flowers?

Sang Yan sighed, reluctantly making her way over.

Imperial Garden

A couple of dozen eunuchs formed a circle, each holding a large luminous pearl.

Those pearls shone with a clean, nourishing glow.

For a moment, it was bright as day.

When Sang Yan arrived, she saw such a scene and was stunned: My goodness, this is too beautiful.

The bright light illuminated the area, the wind blew the night-blooming flowers, branches and leaves swaying, like graceful fairies, dancing and casting their delicate shadows.

“Greetings to the Emperor—”

She gathered her skirt and curtsied.

He Ying waved his hand, pointing at the slowly blooming night-blooming flowers, gently smiling, “Although the night-blooming flower is fleeting, the moment that I am here with you is eternal.”

Sang Yan: “…”

She was certain now, this Emperor was a love words machine!

“Thank you. It’s really beautiful.”

Looking at this beautiful scene, gazing at his gentle and affectionate eyes, she truly couldn’t utter any mood-spoiling words.

With so much emotion stirred, could love blossom?

In the blink of an eye, having crossed into this place for over half a year, he was the one who had moved her so.

Why must he be the Emperor?

If he weren’t the Emperor, might she have the courage to indulge just once?

“What are you thinking about?”

His soft inquiry reached her ears.

Sang Yan turned her head to look at him and deliberately said, “I’m thinking, if the Emperor were keen on the company of women, how lively this Imperial Palace would be. With the Emperor’s skills at making women happy, he’d surely make them crazy with love and longing.”

“The last part is somewhat pleasing to hear.”

He Ying’s brow furrowed as he listened to the first part of her sentence, but on hearing the latter part, his brow relaxed and he even smiled, “So, I’ve made you happy? I’ve captivated you?”

Sang Yan: “…”

Oh no.

She had walked right into a trap.

“I am not your woman. Naturally, I’m not included.”

“You make me—”

Before He Ying could finish, something occurred to him, and with a wave of his hand, he had the eunuchs put down their items and dismissed them.

Soon, everyone around them was gone, leaving only the luminescent pearls illuminating the beauty of the entire garden.

“I’ve heard people say that having taken advantage of you, I’m unwilling to grant you a title?”

His tone was teasing.

Sang Yan blushed hearing this, quickly recalling the misunderstanding at noon.

Oh no!

She had completely forgotten that there were no secrets in the harem.

A miscalculation!

A miscalculation!

She shouldn’t have indulged Sang Ruoshui and Qiuzhi’s wild speculations!

Now what?

That wretched Emperor was obviously looking to take advantage of the situation!

Listen—

“I’ve been wronged. Clearly, you’re the one unwilling to give me a title.”

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He, the ruler of a nation, actually used such an innocent and pitiable tone.

No wonder he had everyone dismissed!

This was too shameful!

It was far too quiet all around!

With her ears burning, Sang Yan’s brain too grew hot, and she blurted out, “If I don’t give the Emperor a title, would you still be willing to have a relationship with me?”

Men who sought physical pleasure without emotional attachment would surely have no objections, would they?

He Ying didn’t understand, “What do you mean?”

“We could be lovers of the night.”

“What?”

He Ying thought he had heard incorrectly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Seeing his reaction, Sang Yan repeated herself, “It’s exactly what you’re thinking. Lovers of the night, mutually beneficial.”

“So you really don’t want to give me a title!”

He Ying’s face changed, “How can you, a woman, say such a thing? Lovers of the night, mutually beneficial? What do you think I need from you? Your body?”

He grew increasingly angry, and seeing that she didn’t argue back, he felt as though his sincere feelings were being trampled upon.

“Speak!”

He clenched his fist, containing his anger.

Compared to his outrage, Sang Yan was very calm, her gaze even carried a hint of incomprehension, “Isn’t mutually beneficial a good arrangement? I know you like me, but how long can like last? Before this like fades, wouldn’t it be nice to do all that we want to do?”

She believed in coming together when there was agreement, and parting when there wasn’t, with everyone free, not possessing or restraining each other, it would be ideal.

But she forgot, for an Emperor who liked a woman, the instinctive response was to possess! To claim ownership!

“Good! Very good!”

He Ying laughed angrily, “Sang Yan, even now, do you merely see me as a man lusting for your beauty? What beauty do I lack access to? Eh? You’re belittling me, as well as belittling yourself! You are truly… degrading yourself! You are—”

The words ‘base and vile’ he still managed to restrain.

“Someone come!”

He was too angry, and to avoid saying even more unpleasant words, he turned his head away, not even glancing at her: “Take her back!”

It was the first time Sang Yan had seen the Emperor lose his temper, and she was somewhat stunned.

Not until He Ying’s voice echoed in her ear did she come back to her senses: “Lord Sang, please return first.”

Sang Yan nodded and stepped past the Emperor.

He Ying, unable to contain his frustration, turned back and looked at her, asking, “Do you realize your mistake?”

If she admitted her fault, he would forgive her.

He reasoned that perhaps she was timid, not daring to trust his sincerity, nor daring to ask for a legitimate status from him.

He made excuses for her.

But she shook her head.

“Sang, Yan!”

He almost ground her name out between clenched teeth.

Sang Yan didn’t feel she was in the wrong.

She even felt relieved that she had finally touched the bottom line of the Emperor—look, even in the presence of the Emperor, before an Emperor who repeatedly claimed to like her, she had no right to speak.

With unequal status, love was pointless.

If they had been in the modern world, with differing opinions, she could argue, quarrel, even make a scene.

But now, she could do nothing.

Simply shaking her head had exhausted all her courage.

“I didn’t—”

“Silence!”

His face dark with anger, he glared at her, his tone cold and merciless: “You have greatly disappointed me!”

Sang Yan suddenly felt a stab of pain in her heart, as if pricked by a needle.

Fortunately, the pain soon subsided.

And she inexplicably wanted to laugh: This was enough to disappoint him? She hadn’t even done anything.

“Go back and reflect!”

“If you don’t reflect and understand, don’t come out!”

Was she being confined?

She wasn’t even his concubine yet, was she going to be sent to the Cold Palace already?

Ha.

She laughed all the way back to Yuesang Palace.

She realized just how far Yuesang Palace was from the Imperial Garden when she had to walk back, something she hadn’t noticed while riding in the sedan chair.

Her feet hurt.

Her heart hurt too.

It hurt and was cold.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto her bed and slept until dawn.

The next day

To “reflect” as per the Emperor’s command was to lie in bed and sleep like a salted fish.

Reflection was not possible.

Not in this lifetime.

Sang Yan closed her eyes, oblivious to the world outside her window.

Thus, as a salted fish for two days, the outside world still managed to drift into her ears.

“Really? The Lord asked the Emperor for a title and angered him?”

“She’s been confined; how could it not be true?”

“I’ve felt something was off for a while, the Emperor always grants a title first to those he favors.”

“Alas, I think our Lord was too impetuous. She should have waited until she was carrying the heir before asking the Emperor for a title.”

“Our Lord has a husband-killing fate, it’s normal for the Emperor to withhold a title.”

“Ah, poor Lord.”

…

Rumors always strayed far from the truth.

Sang Yan didn’t have the spirit to correct them, so she “reflected” in bed instead: Hmph, better for him to grow weary of her. It would be best if, in his anger, he drove her out of the palace; then, she could return to her estate and raise several young lads to be her one-night stand lovers!

“How brazen, to fabricate stories about the Lord. Drag them out and slap them hard!”

Sang Ruoshui’s angry voice came from outside the hall.

Then came palace maids’ pleading cries as they kowtowed: “Lady, have mercy, we dare not do it again. Lady, have mercy—”

This was followed by a series of slapping sounds.

Mixed with crying and pleading, the noise was irritating.

Unable to bear listening any longer, Sang Yan got up and went outside: “Enough. Stop hitting them. From now on, speak less.”

She didn’t believe gossiping was a sin.

She also enjoyed a gossip.

It was just that in the Imperial Palace, there were too many strict regulations.

“Thank you, Lord.”

The palace maids thanked her with their kowtows and quickly retreated.

Sang Ruoshui wasn’t there to punish the maids; she didn’t say much and walked inside, venting her frustration: “Sister, you still have the mood to sleep. I was almost laughed to death by them. You should have heard the awful things they were saying about you. You are too kind; you even asked the Empress Dowager to intercede and release them from the Cold Palace. Such an ungrateful bunch!”

Sang Yan listened without expression, then asked: “So what?”

Sang Ruoshui smiled and said: “Sister, I have an idea. Why don’t you kneel and confess your guilt? The Emperor likes you; he will surely forgive you.”

Sang Yan: “…”

Kneel and confess guilt?

That idiom is quite interesting!