《The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me》 Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Chapter 001 Strange Disease Chapter 1: Chapter 001 Strange Disease The delicate white female figure bloomed upon the Dragon Bed. It was a beauty no grown man could refuse, except for He Ying. He walked to the Dragon Couch expressionlessly and even before he approached, he felt a burning itch on his skin and at the same time, a bit of nausea¡­ ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± Called gently by Princess Consort Sang, renowned as the most beautiful woman under heaven, her soft, boneless hand slowly reached for his thigh¡­ ¡°Ugh¡ª¡± He couldn¡¯t hold it back in the end. This strange disease, whenever he was near a woman, still caused his body to itch and made him nauseate. He Ying covered his mouth and rushed out of the inner chamber, angrily shouting, ¡°Someone! Someone! Summon the Imperial Physician!¡± The Imperial Physician was already waiting outside the bedchamber. Hearing the noise inside, he stumbled in and saw the young Emperor gasping for air, collapsed on the soft couch. His black robe was open, showing his chest, neck, and hands, all covered with red bumps. A dense mass of them, particularly terrifying. ¡°Em¡ªEmperor, your servant has prepared Jade Frost Ointment, please Emperor¡ª¡± ¡°Worthless! A bunch of worthless people!¡± He Ying¡¯s face turned red, his eyes bloodshot, violent from the pain and itching, and his desire to kill almost burst forth. The Imperial Physician didn¡¯t dare to speak further and tremblingly knelt down, lying prostrate on the ground. The eunuchs and palace maids had already knelt all over the floor. At such times, only Chief Eunuch Yu Huai De dared to speak, ¡°Emperor, please calm down. The Imperial Physician had said before, that getting agitated could accelerate your blood flow and worsen your condition. Please take care of your dragon body.¡± He Ying sneered grimly, ¡°Oh, you all want me to take care of my dragon body but also want me to favor the concubines, truly a set of loyal and patriotic subjects!¡± ¡°Emperor, please forgive us.¡± Yu Huai De knew the Emperor was furious and also knelt down, but he did not stop advising, ¡°Emperor, this old servant knows you are suffering from this strange disease. Although you have been ruling for over a decade, there is still no heir, which is a significant issue concerning the state and its people. For the sake of the heir, please bear with it and continue to favor Princess Consort Sang.¡± Princess Consort Sang, Sang Ruoshui, was the daughter of the Vice Minister of Ministry of Revenue, renowned as the foremost beauty across the lands. If the Emperor remained unmoved, then they did not know what kind of outstanding beauty would be needed to incite the Emperor¡¯s favor. The Imperial Physician thought of the strict commands from the Empress Dowager¡ªensuring the Emperor favors the concubines and produces an heir. Thus, he also plucked up the courage, knocked his head, and echoed, ¡°Chief Eunuch Yu is right, Emperor, the heir concerns the state, please for the heir¡¯s sake, continue to favor Princess Consort Sang¡ª¡± ¡°Bang!¡± A fine teacup was fiercely smashed to the ground. ¡°Get out! All of you, get out!¡± He Ying yelled angrily, ¡°Dare say another word, and I will show no mercy!¡± * Yuesang Palace side chamber Sang Yan was still reading a storybook under the lamp. This boring ancient world, spending time reading storybooks was about all there was to do. Suddenly, a series of bangs and thuds of smashing things rang out. They were accompanied by faint cries. Who was crying in the middle of the night? Sang Yan focused and listened carefully, realizing the sounds came from the main hall. Princess Consort Sang, the original owner¡¯s sister Sang Ruoshui, moved into the Imperial Palace a month ago, and was titled tonight which was supposed to be an auspicious night for serving the Emperor in his chamber. Why would she be crying? Sang Yan thought of this and couldn¡¯t help but consider her current situation: the original Sang Yan was the legitimate eldest daughter of the Vice Minister from Ministry of Revenue who, four years ago, got married to the heir of Marquis Zhongyi Mansion, Jiang Ling. Unexpectedly, on their wedding night, Jiang Ling got drunk, lost his footing near the Lotus Pond, and drowned. Before Jiang Ling¡¯s death, the original owner had had three fianc¨¦s, each mysteriously dying soon after getting engaged. Jiang Ling was her fourth fianc¨¦ who even made it to their wedding, hoping to change the original owner¡¯s husband-killing fate. However, he still died prematurely. After Jiang Ling¡¯s death, the original owner completely gave up on life, indifferent to marriage, and she mourned Jiang Ling for three years at the Marquis Zhongyi Mansion, dying in depression. When she woke up again, she had become Sang Yan. Sang Yan was a modern-day office worker who died suddenly from overwork, and after transmigrating, she was more than pleased with a life where food and drink were provided and people served her. In less than half a year, she had nurtured herself back to radiant health. Beauty is the original sin. Because of this, she was entangled by Jiang Ke, Jiang Ling¡¯s younger brother. Jiang Ke was the future Princely Heir and the last scion of the Marquis Zhongyi Mansion, valued and watched over more than their own eyes would allow, naturally he would not keep the original owner. Thus, Sang Yan was sent back to her parental home. As a woman with a husband-killing fate, Sang Yan¡¯s place in her original family was also quite awkward. Especially since her younger sister was pregnant with a fragile pregnancy, there were significant concerns about her presence. Just as Sang Yan was preparing to retire to a village to live out her old age, her sister, Sang Ruoshui, entered the Imperial Palace. One month without favor, the Sang Family was frantic. So, Sang Yan, carrying the hopes of the Sang Family, entered the palace to give her sister advice. Indeed, helping her sister secure and stabilize the Emperor¡¯s favor seemed to be Sang Yan¡¯s mission. Now, it seemed Sang Ruoshui was facing some issues. Sang Yan set aside her storybook and headed to the main hall. The main hall was in disarray. Sang Ruoshui was lying on a soft couch, sobbing softly, ¡°I have become a joke throughout the Imperial Palace. How can I face anyone now?¡± Her trusted palace maid, Xiangxiu, consoled her, ¡°Lady, you mustn¡¯t speak like this. Everybody in the Imperial Palace knows that the Emperor falls ill whenever he approaches women, it¡¯s not your fault. There are so many concubines in the palace, and none have received favor; there are still many opportunities for you.¡± ¡°Do I still have opportunities? The Empress Dowager must be disappointed in me. One failure, and I¡¯m discarded.¡± ¡°Lady, you mustn¡¯t lose hope. You are considered the most beautiful woman in the realm, once the Imperial Physician cures the Emperor¡¯s illness, you will certainly be the first one he favors.¡± ¡°But he has been treated for so many years, and the Emperor is still not cured?¡± ¡°Whether the Emperor is cured or not, he must show favor to the concubines; otherwise, how will an heir be born? Even if the Emperor is not concerned, the Empress Dowager and the ministers will be.¡± Their conversation reached her ears. Sang Yan stood outside the entrance of the hall, watching Xiangxiu nearly ready to console Sang Ruoshui, momentarily hesitating, unsure whether to enter or not. ¡°The Heir¡¯s wife has arrived.¡± Xiangxiu spotted her and warmly said, ¡°You too, come and persuade the Lady, be careful not to cry your eyes out.¡± Seeing her so say, Sang Yan felt obliged to enter. But how to console someone was a bit beyond her. The original owner was twenty-four this year, with an eight-year gap between her and Sang Ruoshui. Although sharing the same mother, they were not very close. Moreover, the original owner had mourned in the Jiang Family for three years, and the sisters had hardly seen each other. Now inhabiting the body was Sang Yan, who struggled to feel close to her. ¡°What are you doing here? To dampen spirits?¡± Sang Ruoshui, who disliked her husband-killing fate sister, glared at her arrival, her red and swollen eyes full of disgust: ¡°What are you looking at? Harbinger of doom! I don¡¯t know why the family sent you. Do they think I¡¯m not unlucky enough?¡± She blamed her failure to receive favor on Sang Yan. Sang Yan, cursed for no reason, was also in a bad mood. However, thinking of her plight, she bore it: ¡°You¡¯re not calm right now, so I won¡¯t say much. Rest early. I hope you¡¯ll be more rational tomorrow.¡± With that, she turned and left. ¡°Lady, it¡¯s okay to vent your frustrations on us, why displace your anger onto the Heir¡¯s wife? You¡¯re unnecessarily hurting the bond between sisters.¡± Xiangxiu¡¯s voice reached her ears. Sang Yan listened, feeling that this Xiangxiu was a sensible and good palace maid. Unfortunately, she served Sang Ruoshui, a concubine spoiled by favor. ¡°This is the Imperial Palace. She¡¯s still wearing mourning clothes, what does that mean? Has mourning become an addiction for her? I¡¯ll expel her from the palace tomorrow!¡± Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Chapter 002 Emperor Chapter 2: Chapter 002 Emperor Sang Yan would have left the palace even if she hadn¡¯t heard Sang Ruoshui¡¯s words. Who would wish to live a life depending on others? Only Sang Ruoshui is of the Sang Family. One¡¯s honor is the honor of all, and one¡¯s loss is everyone¡¯s loss. She still had to do something. Currently, the Emperor had no heir. The previous dynasty¡¯s harem was watching the matter of the Emperor¡¯s bed closely. The Emperor suffered from a strange illness; whenever he was near a woman, he would feel itchy and nauseous all over, likely due to a psychological reaction, an allergy to women. For mental illnesses, the cure must also be psychological. Unfortunately, who could understand the Emperor¡¯s psychological troubles, or say, his childhood traumas? Sang Yan didn¡¯t have much modern medical knowledge, but she had heard of methods like hypnotherapy and desensitization therapy. Combining the two, she had an idea. The next day She packed her belongings and headed to the main hall. The main hall had returned to normal. Sang Ruoshui, after a night of readjustment, had regained her reason, or rather, had been persuaded by Xiangxiu. When she saw Sang Yan packing her bags ready to leave, she put on a smile and said warmly, ¡°Sister, what are you doing? I was confused by tears yesterday and spoke out of turn, did you take it seriously?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Great. She was still getting used to this sudden display of sisterly affection. ¡°I was wrong, Sister. I am young and ignorant, and I offended you. I hope you can forgive me. I am now walking on thin ice in the palace and hope for your support.¡± Sang Ruoshui lowered her posture significantly. Sang Yan thought that this ability to be flexible could indeed help her survive longer in the palace. If the child was teachable, perhaps she could delay leaving the palace. ¡°Naturally.¡± Sang Yan forced a smile. Sang Ruoshui invited her to dine together. The palace meals were a major reason Sang Yan stayed. Helplessly, she was a foodie, unable to resist the temptation of delicious food. For Sang Yan, good food had the power to heal the soul. Thus, having eaten and drunk her fill, she felt better and shared her idea: ¡°If you want to be favored by the Emperor and become the most favored in the harem, you must be bold and take the initiative.¡± This was indeed a topic of interest to Sang Ruoshui. She immediately dismissed everyone around and quietly asked, ¡°Please tell me more, Sister, how to be bold and take the initiative?¡± Sang Yan sipped her tea and slowly said, ¡°The Emperor feels unwell around women, which I suspect is largely due to mental illness. So, what if the Emperor does not know you are a woman? You could seek the Empress Dowager¡¯s support, disguise yourself as a man, pretend to be a eunuch, get close to the Emperor, and increase physical contact. Once the Emperor shows no signs of illness, your good days will follow.¡± ¡°Great idea.¡± Sang Ruoshui clapped her hands in delight. Indeed, as Xiangxiu said, having more allies offered more possibilities, keeping her here was the right decision. ¡°Indeed, a good idea.¡± A chilly male voice echoed. Sang Yan turned towards the voice and saw a tall figure in bright yellow standing outside the hall. Beneath him, palace maids and eunuchs knelt all over the ground. This was her, the original host¡¯s, first time seeing the Emperor. The Emperor was very young, with a pale, cold face, handsome features, a sharp nose, thin lips, almost six feet tall, robust and upright, dressed in a bright yellow imperial robe, beautiful and dignified. He ascended the throne at ten, took personal charge at sixteen, and over ten years, had grown from a brutal new Emperor into a mature and reserved sovereign. ¡°Your servant greets the Emperor.¡± ¡°I greet the Emperor.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to kneel, but under the Imperial Power, her legs went weak. ¡°The Emperor was upset last night. I have come to see her today.¡± Sang Yan heard the Emperor¡¯s voice feign gentleness, guessing his psychology¡ªundoubtedly, the Emperor had tried and failed to favor many women over the years, but visiting to console afterward must have been rare. Therefore, it was clear the Emperor was pleased with Sang Ruoshui. ¡°Everyone, rise.¡± He Ying¡¯s gaze swept past Sang Ruoshui and settled on the woman in white beside her. This woman had just suggested a ¡°good idea¡±! Sang Yan felt the burning gaze overhead and knew that her recent words, to borrow a phrase from modern clich¨¦d bosses, were¡ª¡±Woman, you have caught my attention.¡± However, being a widow cursed to bring her husbands death, and with the Emperor allergic to women, she didn¡¯t have much to worry about. Of course, it was still best to keep a low profile. With that in mind, she stood up, bowed her head, and cowered behind Sang Ruoshui. He Ying saw her sidesteeting act and thought her to be cowardly and petty. He grew annoyed but did not show it, instead he asked, ¡°Are you Sang Yan, sister to Princess Consort Sang?¡± He had heard of the woman who had defeated four fiances before meeting them but had never seen her. ¡°Lift up your head.¡± He had heard that after the curse of Sang Yan spread, no one dared to marry her, leaving her to miss her youthful years until she reached twenty, and then she was engaged to the Prize Heir Jiang Ling of Marquis Zhongyi. And it was Jiang Ling who had sought the match. What kind of beauty would make a man risk a curse to marry her? He was indeed curious. Just from a quick glance, her figure was outstanding¡ªbeneath her simple mourning attire, she was curvaceous and elegant, a stark contrast to the thin beauties of the harem, possessing an allure that was both vibrant and extravagant. Especially in that plain white mourning attire! To be attractive in mourning¡ªtruly remarkable! If he remembered correctly, she had been in mourning for Jiang Ling for three years and was still wearing mourning clothes, which showed a deep and heavy affection. Sang Yan, unaware of He Ying¡¯s thoughts, lifted her head when he asked. Their eyes met. The man¡¯s gaze was sharp and fiery, making her face flush. She timidly averted her eyes, feeling somewhat panicked¡ªcould the original beauty¡¯s looks cause trouble? She did not want to get involved in the harem¡¯s disputes. He Ying knew Sang Ruoshui was considered the most beautiful woman under the heavens. It was for her beauty that he had come over that morning. After all, if he had to favor one woman to produce an heir, he definitely wanted the most beautiful one. But the most beautiful was¡ªSang Yan. Her skin was tender; her hair black, her lips red, her makeup light and charming; but those eyes, when they looked at someone¡ªboth bewitching and enchanting. Her solemn white mourning clothes made her cold and noble like alpine snow, and her bewitching eyes threw her into the mortal coil, like a blossoming flower dripping with nectar¡­ How could someone be both ethereal and so enthralling? Like a nymph. ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui, watching the Emperor¡¯s infatuated expression, felt a jealous urge to kill. He had never looked at her like that. Even though she lay naked before him last night, he remained indifferent throughout, his breathing unchanged. Why! Sang Yan was just a widow cursed by her husbands! ¡°What is it, my concubine?¡± He Ying came back to his senses, his amazed gaze becoming flat and detached. Sang Ruoshui suppressed her bitterness and forced a smile, ¡°Please sit down and enjoy some tea.¡± He Ying nodded, sat down, and had her and Sang Yan sit as well. Then, he returned to the initial topic, ¡°It was a good idea, but unfortunately, I heard it.¡± Since he had heard it, the idea was now useless. Sang Yan heard the implication in his words and thought to say¡ªI have other ideas. But she held back. Beauty is a sin. The Emperor¡¯s look just now was too dangerous. Better to keep an even lower profile. Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Chapter 003 Jealousy Chapter 3: Chapter 003 Jealousy ¡°Any other ideas? Speak them all at once.¡± He Ying, seeing Sang Yan cowering in silence, thought she was timid and added, ¡°Even if it¡¯s offensive, I will pardon you from any crime.¡± He had never been this generous. Sang Yan didn¡¯t think so; on the contrary, she felt he had ill intentions. She knew that feudal emperors always craved novelty, so she tried her best to behave like an ordinary woman, ¡°Your Majesty, the idea I just mentioned was nothing more than a foolish thought that occurred to me by chance. Where would I have any other ideas?¡± He Ying somehow didn¡¯t believe her, ¡°Really? None?¡± Sang Yan lowered her head, weakly replying, ¡°Really none.¡± Upon seeing this, disappointment tinged He Ying¡¯s eyes, ¡°You had quite a reputation in your boudoir. Had it not been for my abstinence from women, you would have entered the palace long ago. But now it seems, that¡¯s all there is.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She felt relieved at being underestimated: that¡¯s all there is, good. Sang Ruoshui was different. When she heard the Emperor¡¯s words¡ªhad it not been for my abstinence from women, you would have entered the palace long ago. Her mood suddenly became heavy: why would the Emperor say such a thing out of the blue? Was he expressing regret that Sang Yan hadn¡¯t joined the harem? Some words are spoken without intent, but the listener may find their own meaning. Including Chief Eunuch Yu Huai De, who also found the Emperor¡¯s action unusual. With his peripheral vision, he looked at Sang Yan¡ªit was indeed the finest of appearances. Compared to her sister Sang Ruoshui¡¯s pure and vivacious charm, she had an elegance and grace that was further complemented by a cold and bewitching beauty. A contradicting beauty. So the Emperor liked this kind of woman? ¡°The Emperor has taken time out of his busy schedule to visit his concubine, which deeply touches my heart. I wish to dedicate a song to the Emperor to convey my gratitude, hoping for his gracious approval.¡± Sang Ruoshui thought of attracting the Emperor¡¯s attention by showcasing her talents. He Ying, upon hearing this, although not particularly interested, did not want to insult her pride and nodded, ¡°Then I will trouble my beloved concubine.¡± Sang Ruoshui immediately had her trusted palace maid Xiangxiu bring her zither and played the song ¡°Phoenix Seeking Phoenix.¡± She, being a lady raised with endless pampering, naturally had good skills with the zither. Listening, Sang Yan found the music flowing and natural, filled with lingering sadness. In modern times, it would be of master¡¯s level. Considering Sang Ruoshui was only sixteen or seventeen, the age of a high school girl, having such skills was indeed impressive. ¡°It seems the Heir¡¯s wife is very fond of this piece.¡± He Ying casually sipped tea, listened to the music, and unconsciously glanced over at Sang Yan¡ªa woman intently listening, eyes slightly narrowed and the corners of her lips smiling, as if immersed in it, looking innocent and cute. Sang Yan, being singled out, felt a rush of anxiety and quickly apologized with a smile, ¡°Princess Consort Sang has superb skills with the zither. Naturally, I like it.¡± He Ying also smiled, ¡°Since the Heir¡¯s wife likes it, Princess Consort Sang deserves considerable credit, and will be richly rewarded.¡± He turned to Chief Eunuch Yu Huai De at his side, instructing him, ¡°Bring over ten lychees presented by Min State.¡± Upon hearing this, Yu Huai De was astonished: those lychees had been transported over great distances to the Imperial City, many spoiling along the way, leaving no more than thirty in total. Throughout the Imperial Palace, the only ones who received such a gift were the Empress Dowager with ten, the Empress with six, and the remaining concubines none at all. Now, with just a song played by Princess Consort Sang, the Emperor was rewarding her with ten¡ªwhat great favor! ¡°Yes.¡± After a moment of stunned silence, Yu Huai De hurried to have a little eunuch fetch them. ¡°This concubine¡­ thanks the Emperor for his reward.¡± Sang Ruoshui was naturally excited and happy to be rewarded, but the Emperor¡¯s words¡ª¡±Since the Heir¡¯s wife likes it, Princess Consort Sang deserves significant credit, and will be richly rewarded.¡± It sounded as if it was only because she had pleased the Heir¡¯s wife with her playing that she was rewarded. Nonsense! While Sang Ruoshui kept a smile on her face, her hand inside her sleeve clenched into a fist, nearly breaking her nails. Sang Yan also felt the malice in the Emperor¡¯s words¡ªwas the Emperor sick? His words, overt and covert, were like roasting her on a fire! And he seemed intent on ruining the sisterly affection between them! All because she was just as mediocre? What a lunatic! She could no longer stand it, so she said, ¡°Emperor, I have drunk too much tea and would like to go¡­¡± To relieve herself or to change her clothes? Her ancient knowledge was insufficient, and facing a grown man, moreover an Emperor, she felt very embarrassed to say it out loud. Her face was burning. He Ying understood what she meant but deliberately did not let her go, even misinterpreting her intention, ¡°Would you like to take a walk in the Imperial Garden?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She needed to relieve herself, not walk around! This Emperor was really ill! She didn¡¯t want to talk more with an ill Emperor. The more one said, the more mistakes one could make, so she simply stood up and said respectfully, ¡°Emperor, I really need to use the restroom and can¡¯t hold it any longer, I hope for Your Majesty¡¯s forgiveness.¡± Having said this, she hurriedly left the main hall for the side hall. He Ying watched her escape in a panic, a smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes. This smile put Sang Ruoshui on high alert¡ªcould it be that the Emperor had taken a liking to Sang Yan? No! Absolutely not! ¡°Emperor, your unworthy concubine would like to hear Your Majesty¡¯s esteemed feedback on the music piece, in the hopes of improving.¡± She tried again to attract the Emperor¡¯s attention. Yet, the Emperor replied coldly with two words, ¡°Not bad.¡± He seemed not to want to talk to her. Sang Ruoshui¡¯s face froze, unable to force a smile. He Ying drank his tea, bored to death. After waiting a while and seeing that Sang Yan didn¡¯t return, he knew she wouldn¡¯t be coming back and stood up, ¡°My beloved consort, rest well. I shall visit you another day.¡± His voice was cold, signaling that his words were just for formality. Sang Ruoshui wanted to stop him, but facing that indifferent royal visage, she lost her courage. She saw the Emperor off, noticing that he glanced at the side hall but did not stop. The Emperor was interested in Sang Yan. This realization stung her heart painfully. Chief Eunuch Yu Huai De also realized this, but he did not show it. A widow with a husband-killing fate was absolutely unfit for the Emperor. He believed the Emperor was aware of this and would not allow himself to become the laughingstock of the Imperial Palace both inside and out. Yuesang Palace Side Hall Sang Yan paid attention to the movements in the main hall and saw the Emperor leave, then she went to the main hall. She brought up the matter of leaving the palace again. This time Sang Ruoshui did not try to retain her. ¡°Your fate is both good and bad.¡± Sang Ruoshui¡¯s words were sarcastic, with a touch of schadenfreude. In fact, she was envious that Sang Yan, despite her husband-killing fate, could still receive the marriage proposal from the Heir of Jiangling, and now the Emperor had shown interest in her after meeting her. If it weren¡¯t for her deadly fate, she might have been a femme fatale! Sang Yan could naturally hear the mockery and contempt in Sang Ruoshui¡¯s words, but she did not mind. The original owner¡¯s sister was just a girl with little complexity, who had also fallen for the Emperor. In this merciless harem where people are consumed whole, she was pitiable. Why argue with her? Still, there were some things that had to be said. ¡°I know you are young and passionate, and you adore the Emperor, harboring hostility towards me, but Sang Ruoshui, I hope you can control your heart. Do not be blindly infatuated. The Emperor is cold-hearted and indifferent. If you wish to survive in the harem, do not let emotions cloud your judgment, otherwise, you¡¯ll only bring suffering upon yourself.¡± That was all she had to say. She walked out of the palace door, looked back at her once, ¡°We are sisters in this place, take care of yourself.¡± Seeing this, Sang Ruoshui¡¯s heart was filled with regret, feeling that she had spoken wrongly again. Yet, thinking of the Emperor¡¯s gaze toward her, jealousy flared up again, ¡°Hypocrite!¡± Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Chapter 004: Infatuated Love Chapter 4: Chapter 004: Infatuated Love He Ying learned that Sang Yan had left the palace two days later. During those two days, he was pressured by the Empress Dowager to produce an heir, to the point that he couldn¡¯t be bothered to visit the harem. It wasn¡¯t until he attended court that he saw the Marquis Zhongyi. For some reason, he thought of his legitimate eldest son, who had braved the pressure of a husband-killing fate to marry Sang Yan. Young Master Jiang Ling was incomparably handsome and unique in his generation. Sadly, on his wedding night, he drowned in the lotus pond and died young. ¡°Emperor, the matter of the heir is of great importance to the nation and cannot be delayed any further,¡± said Feng Yi, the Imperial Censor. Already close to sixty with white at his temples, he was a core minister of the Fertility Party. Under his leadership, the entire assembly of civil and military officials knelt down and implored together, ¡°We beseech the Emperor to favor his concubines and sire an heir.¡± He Ying, fatigued by the daily pressures to produce an heir, responded dismissively as usual, ¡°I am aware. If there¡¯s nothing else, you are dismissed.¡± After leaving court, he headed for Yuesang Palace. Yuesang Palace With a sweet smile, Sang Ruoshui attended to him diligently, ¡°This is the daughter red my mother personally buried sixteen years ago, please, Emperor, taste it.¡± Holding the wine, she gracefully approached, stopping three steps from the Emperor. The Emperor is indisposed towards the company of women, so the ladies of the palace always stop at three steps¡¯ distance. He Ying was not there to drink. His gaze swept around, not finding the person he wished to see, he asked, ¡°Why don¡¯t I see your sister?¡± Sang Ruoshui¡¯s smile stiffened, her hand holding the wine cup wavered slightly before steadying quickly, then she forced a laugh, ¡°Thank you for your concern, Emperor. My sister mentioned that she¡¯s not accustomed to life in the palace, and she¡¯s already returned home.¡± He Ying was unsatisfied with this answer. His handsome face was expressionless, his eyebrows furrowed as he inquired, ¡°Returned where? Is she still with the Jiang Family, mourning Jiang Ling as a widow?¡± Sang Ruoshui sensed a hint of anger in the Emperor¡¯s last question as if he were jealous. She too felt jealous and envious feelings overflowed, ¡°My sister, she¡­ she¡­¡± She acted as if she had an unspeakable secret. Seeing this, He Ying¡¯s frown deepened, ¡°What¡¯s happened to her?¡± Sang Ruoshui knelt on the ground, hesitant, ¡°Forgive me, Emperor, I¡­ I cannot say.¡± The more she couldn¡¯t say, the more curious one became. He Ying, losing patience, slammed the table and demanded, ¡°Speak!¡± Sang Ruoshui then revealed, ¡°My sister is suspected to have an unclear relationship with the second son of the Jiang Family, and she was sent back home six months ago.¡± Sent back was a term filled with negative connotations. She was intent on smearing Sang Yan¡¯s reputation¡ªwho would want a woman of loose morals? But He Ying did not think of these things; instead, he felt the men of the Jiang Family were fearless indeed! Indeed, ¡°though one perishes beneath peony flowers, to die a ghost would still be amorous.¡± Just thinking of Sang Yan, like that peony, appropriated by someone else did not sit well with him. ¡°I believe in my sister¡¯s innocence. She said herself that she¡¯s deeply in love with her husband and will never remarry in this lifetime.¡± Who would want a woman with another man in her heart? To diminish the Emperor¡¯s interest in Sang Yan, Sang Ruoshui went to great lengths. He Ying was unaware of Sang Ruoshui¡¯s thoughts and malice, simply sighing, ¡°She truly is a faithful lover.¡± The constraints on women were strict in those days, but widows weren¡¯t forbidden from remarrying. Especially in cases like Sang Yan¡¯s, a widow without children. Yet she remained devoted to her deceased husband, refusing to wed again¡ªhow could her deep affection not move one¡¯s heart? ¡°Unfortunately, my sister is ill-fated, having parted from her husband by death too soon.¡± Sang Ruoshui deliberately reminded him of Sang Yan¡¯s husband-killing fate. Upon hearing this, He Ying frowned but said nothing more. After sitting for a short while, he got up and left. A mere span of time as it takes for a cup of tea to brew. He didn¡¯t even drink her daughter red. Sang Ruoshui watched the Emperor leave, and once he was far enough, out of sight, she violently smashed the wine to the ground. ¡°Bang!¡± The exquisitely crafted wine pot shattered on the floor. ¡°Slut!¡± ¡°She¡¯s always seducing men!¡± Sang Ruoshui cursed furiously. The palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, ¡°Lady, please calm your anger.¡± Xiangxiu stepped forward to persuade, ¡°Lady, you mustn¡¯t think that way, the Heir¡¯s wife left the palace early, isn¡¯t that because she was trying to avoid the Emperor? If she had any intentions, no, no, she would never dare to. With the Emperor¡¯s status? Her husband-killing fate would be inexcusable even if she came near him. The Empress Dowager and the ministers would never stand by.¡± Listening to these words, Sang Ruoshui felt a bit more comforted, but her hatred persisted, ¡°How am I inferior to her? She¡¯s already twenty-four years old, a faded flower, on top of being a remnant of willows, and the Emperor, the Emperor¡ª¡± It was infuriating, indeed, how vexing the Emperor was! ¡°Go fetch some paper and brush, I want to write a letter to my family.¡± She was determined to have her family send Sang Yan into the nunnery. Since she had a husband-killing fate, she should spend her life accompanied only by the ancient Buddha under the green lamplight. Imperial Study He Ying took a sip of the tea handed to him by Yu Huai De during a break from handling state affairs. ¡°Am I that frightening?¡± The question came out of the blue. Before Yu Huai De could speak, the Emperor said, ¡°Like a rabbit. Quite alert, though.¡± His face turned pale as he knelt to the ground, ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± He Ying glanced at him, then took another sip of his tea. Yu Huai De pleaded from the floor, ¡°Emperor, the Princely Heir¡¯s wife has a fierce destiny, cursed with the death of four fianc¨¦s and now a widow. Your involvement with her¡­ must absolutely not happen.¡± Upon hearing this, He Ying only let out a chuckle and said nothing. He was the Emperor; whatever he desired, he would obtain. Should anyone obstruct him, it would mean they wished for no good to befall them. Sang Mansion Piao Yan Pavilion The boudoir of the original mistress. Nestled against the mountain and beside the water, enveloped in twilight, it seemed like a fairyland. It was Sang Yan¡¯s third day of playing the salted fish. After leaving the Imperial Palace and returning to the Sang Mansion, she had immediately sought permission from her original mother to leave and reflect at their villa, but her mother¡ªa woman still¡ªcould not bear the thought of her daughter, lovely as a flower, suffering on the outside. So, she ended up staying. Before she knew it, three days had passed. She enjoyed grapes, read stories, and listened to her maid Chunzhi gossip about matters inside and outside the mansion, living quite a delightful life. Until Her original mother sent a maid with a message, ¡°Miss, the lady requests your presence.¡± Sang Yan had a hunch nothing good was coming, but she didn¡¯t know what it could be. For the past three days, she had secluded herself from the world, living a carefree life, never leaving Piao Yan Pavilion unless necessary¡ªsurely, she had not become an obstruction in someone else¡¯s eyes, had she? Before long, she arrived at her original mother¡¯s quarters. Ms. Lin had given birth to two daughters and a son¡ªher legitimate eldest daughter was Sang Yan, her legitimate eldest son Sang Jue, and her legitimate second daughter Sang Ruoshui. Now forty years of age and well-preserved, she still possessed a captivating charm. Yet her eyes and brows were heavy with worry. ¡°Mother¡ª¡± Sang Yan entered, bowing in salute. Ms. Lin looked at her young and beautiful daughter, her expression carrying a deep sorrow, as she sighed heavily. Seeing this, Sang Yan felt nervous but cared deeply, asking, ¡°What troubles you so, Mother? Share it with me, and let me help you think of a solution.¡± ¡°My poor daughter.¡± Ms. Lin¡¯s eyes red, she embraced Sang Yan. Such outward emotions from her came only half a year ago, when Sang Yan had returned home. Sang Yan¡¯s bad premonition grew stronger, ¡°Mother, please don¡¯t cry, what on earth has happened? Could it be Father¡ª¡± Had her father, the Vice Minister of Ministry of Revenue, made a mistake? Was he caught for corruption and bribery? While she was wildly speculating¡ª Ms. Lin released her, turned her head away with a pained expression, and said, ¡°Ah Yan, a few days ago you mentioned¡­ wanting to go to the villa. Go ahead then.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Was she being rejected? Cast out of her own home? Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: Chapter 005 Tanking Chapter 5: Chapter 005 Tanking ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll go.¡± Sang Yan readily agreed but was also curious, ¡°However, Mother didn¡¯t want me to go to the estate a few days ago. What happened today that made you change your mind?¡± Ms. Lin thought of her younger daughter Sang Ruoshui¡¯s letter¡ªthe Emperor had actually taken a liking to her elder daughter. Wasn¡¯t this husband-killing fate no joke? One careless move, and the whole family could be ruined! ¡°There¡¯s nothing in particular. I just thought that the estate is peaceful and it suits you.¡± Sang Ruoshui had written in the letter, suggesting that she send Sang Yan to the nunnery. How could she bear to do that? It would be better to send her to the estate. It was remote and peaceful there; sending more people to attend to her would be better than the nunnery. Seeing that Ms. Lin wasn¡¯t telling the truth, Sang Yan knew she wouldn¡¯t get any more out of her and decided not to ask further. ¡°Then I¡¯ll go back and pack my belongings.¡± She was not the original mistress and had little attachment to the Sang Family. As long as she had money, food and clothing, and people to serve her, she could live anywhere. Ms. Lin wanted to say something but ended up closing her mouth. Sang Yan quickly returned to Piao Yan Pavilion. She instructed her maid Qiuzhi to pack up her belongings and move to the estate. Qiuzhi was shocked: ¡°Is this madam¡¯s wish? She just called you over to move you to the estate? Why? What did the young miss do wrong to be sent to the estate?¡± In her eyes, only those young misses or concubines who had committed errors were dispatched to the estate. The young miss had always been proper and dutiful, never stepping out of line; why did she have such a fate? She felt indignant for her young mistress: ¡°What about the master? Does he know? Miss, you should plead with the master, or perhaps with the young master, they will definitely not be willing to let you go to the estate.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t think going to the estate was a matter of disgrace and said, ¡°Don¡¯t be so agitated. I actually want to live at the estate, free from constraints¡ªisn¡¯t that nice?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s not. Once the young miss goes, who will remember you?¡± ¡°I¡¯d rather hope they forget me.¡± Seeing that she couldn¡¯t convince her, Sang Yan didn¡¯t say more and told her to go pack. She also sent another maid, Chunzhi, to find out why the attitude of the original mistress¡¯s mother had changed. Half an hour later, Chunzhi came back with a report: ¡°I heard from the maids in madam¡¯s courtyard that after madam received a letter from the second young miss yesterday, she became despondent.¡± Sang Yan understood right away: it must have been something Sang Ruoshui wrote in the letter. That neurotic Emperor simply looked at her a few more times; was it worth it? The women who married into the Imperial Palace were truly frightening! * Imperial Palace Emperor¡¯s sleeping chamber, Qingning Palace Sang Ruoshui stood outside the chamber, speaking to Yu Huai De, ¡°I heard that the Emperor has been busy with state affairs these past days and sleeps late. I¡¯ve personally made some soup to nourish the Emperor¡¯s body. I hope that Grand Eunuch can pass on my request.¡± ¡°Her Ladyship is considerate.¡± Yu Huai De was very pleased that a concubine took the initiative to get close to the Emperor. Ever since Consort Xuan sought to get close to the Emperor and caused his illness, leading to her being thrown into the Cold Palace, no concubines in the harem dared to take the initiative to approach the Emperor anymore. ¡°I will go and inform him right away.¡± Yu Huai De smiled faintly and pushed the door to enter the sleeping chamber. Inside the chamber, He Ying was admiring the Da He Territory Map. It was a gift just presented by the Assistant Minister of Rites, Zhou Mao, and he was very fond of it. ¡°Zhou Mao is indeed talented.¡± Seeing Yu Huai De come in, he smiled and invited him to take a look: ¡°Come see for yourself.¡± Yu Huai De glanced at it and spoke auspicious words: ¡°After the Emperor took personal control of the government, you revitalized the administration and appointed the capable. You not only subdued the Beiping Barbarians and settled West Settling Canglun but also reclaimed the Thirteen Cities of Min State¡ªa truly great and wise ruler of an era.¡± At that point, he changed the subject: ¡°But the matter concerning the heir is a great regret indeed.¡± It was the same old routine, incessantly urging for an heir. He Ying had limited patience and bluntly scolded, ¡°Yu Huai De, have you gone senile? If you keep babbling, you can roll out once more.¡± Yu Huai De had just been chased out by the Emperor for the same reason¡ªpushing for an heir. ¡°Your Majesty, please forgive me.¡± He dared not urge further, took a step back, and shifted the topic: ¡°Your Majesty, Princess Consort Sang is worried about your health. She has personally made some soup and is waiting outside the chamber¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t let her in.¡± He Ying¡¯s mood soured, cutting off Yu Huai De¡¯s words. Yu Huai De didn¡¯t expect the Emperor to react this way, but after some thought, he still attempted to persuade, ¡°Your Majesty, Princess Consort Sang personally made the soup as a gesture of her goodwill. How can we disappoint her?¡± He Ying remained unmoved, scoffed, and said, ¡°Since it¡¯s such a heartfelt gesture, you take it then.¡± ¡°I deserve to die.¡± Yu Huai De fell to his knees, knocking his head on the floor to admit his fault. Seeing this, He Ying¡¯s face was gloomy, and he kicked Yu Huai De in the shoulder, yelling, ¡°You do deserve to die! I gave you some face, and you really think I¡¯m good-natured, continually challenging my authority!¡± Yu Huai De was kicked to the ground, quickly got up, and knelt properly: ¡°I dare not.¡± ¡°Get out!¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yu Huai De made an embarrassed exit from the palace. His shoulder had been kicked, but it didn¡¯t hurt much. He knew the Emperor had held back, otherwise he wouldn¡¯t have been able to get up at all. ¡°Princess Consort Sang, the Emperor is still busy, please return to rest.¡± He conveyed the rejection with tact and in pleasant terms. Sang Ruoshui could obviously detect that the Emperor was unwilling to see her, her beautiful, amorous eyes clouding with disappointment, ¡°Thank you, Eunuch.¡± She returned to Yuesang Palace, disheartened and despondent. She hardly slept that night. The next day, she had people keep an eye on the Emperor¡¯s whereabouts, looking for an opportunity to approach him. Unexpectedly, she heard a palace maid say that the Emperor went to Lan¡¯s Youlan Pavilion and stayed for an hour. ¡°Why did the Emperor go there?¡± Sang Ruoshui suddenly rose from her soft couch, twisting her fingers jealously. Her fingernails painted with bright red cardamom, and inadvertently, she snapped one off. Blood followed. The pain was piercing, but it paled in comparison to the ache in her heart. The palace maid stammered, ¡°This servant, this servant does not know.¡± ¡°Then what are you standing around for?¡± Sang Ruoshui lost control, staggering over to the maid, hitting and kicking, ¡°Go investigate! If you find nothing, don¡¯t bother returning! Yuesang Palace has no need for useless people!¡± The maid was beaten out of the palace. Her face was swollen, her nose bleeding, pitiful in her disarray. Xiangxiu indifferently watched all this, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness¡ªPrincess Consort Sang was beautiful but foolish, short-sighted, and heedless of advice; it seemed she could go no further. A good bird chooses the tree it nests in. Perhaps it was time for her to find a new master. * Sang Family Mansion On her third day at the mansion, Sang Yan went out with two maids and two elderly female servants, followed by four family guards, inspecting the fields surrounding the mansion with the air of a great landlord during the evening twilight. These fields were planted with various green vegetables such as tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans, and chili peppers¡ªfresh for the picking and eating. Especially free from pollution. She plucked a cucumber, thick and long, washed it in the clear stream, and crunched into it, one bite after another. Refreshingly crisp with a hint of sweetness. ¡°We¡¯ll eat smashed cucumber for dinner.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll make cold noodles for you.¡± ¡°This weather is perfect for cold noodles.¡± ¡­ She was beautiful and approachable, not treating them like subordinates, and within three days she had won their hearts. ¡°Why should Miss bother with these tasks?¡± ¡°Just give us instructions, Miss, and we¡¯ll handle it.¡± ¡°Exactly, Miss. I¡¯ve even learned that Kung Pao chicken you taught.¡± ¡°Mrs. Wang, that dessert, I think it¡¯s called sushi, let¡¯s make it together.¡± ¡­ They bustled about, preparing dinner with great fun. Sang Yan liked this atmosphere and nodded with a smile, ¡°Alright. Let¡¯s do as you suggest.¡± After a good dinner, the long night stretched ahead, sleep not on her mind. She took out the deck of playing cards she had made and taught them how to play the game of Fighting the Landlord. Fighting the Landlord was an interesting game. Once they started playing, they were hooked. Sang Yan played with them until midnight, roughly around twelve o¡¯clock by modern standards, before she yawned and went back to her room to sleep. ¡°Miss is becoming more playful. You¡¯re acting just like one of them now. If your mother saw this, or if it got out, what then?¡± Qiuzhi was cautious, even obstinate by nature, and found Sang Yan¡¯s behavior to be quite unconventional. Yet, seeing her happy, she couldn¡¯t bring herself to say anything. Miss had such misfortune; her four fianc¨¦s had all died young. Sent to the mansion at an early age, if she didn¡¯t find joy herself, how would she endure the endless years ahead? Although she understood, she couldn¡¯t help but complain afterwards. Sang Yan was tolerant, laughing, ¡°How am I not alright now? My prospective in-laws disdain me, my family doesn¡¯t care, from now on, I don¡¯t need to consider marriage, nor do I need to be dutiful to in-laws, nor raise children. One can feel full all by oneself, and have others for company. It¡¯s simply too good.¡± She truly enjoyed the original owner¡¯s situation. As a laid-back person, she harbored no lofty ambitions, only wishing to continue in this lax manner. Qiuzhi lit some mosquito-repelling incense, sighing, ¡°Miss only thinks of the present, but what about the future? With no children, how will you manage when you¡¯re old?¡± ¡°Having children will prevent me from growing old?¡± Sang Yan retorted sarcastically, her smile carrying a hint of malice: ¡°Aren¡¯t you about to say that if I have children, when I am old and ill, they will show filial piety? Have you heard this saying? If I die quickly, no one will get the chance.¡± Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Chapter 006: Evil Destiny Chapter 6: Chapter 006: Evil Destiny Qiuzhi: ¡°¡­¡± She couldn¡¯t win against the young lady. Sang Yan didn¡¯t say much more, just smiled, waved her hand, and dismissed her. The next day, a light rain had fallen. The air was even fresher after the rain. Sang Yan took people out for a stroll again. However, due to the muddy roads, they took a carriage. The carriage was an open-air one, suitable for sightseeing. The scenery was beautiful. The vast expanse was green all over, and the fragrance of flowers and plants wafted through the air. The clear stream water burbled along. From time to time, they saw pure white, delicate wild rabbits appearing in the bushes. ¡°Miss, would you like to keep a rabbit? I can catch one for you.¡± Seeing that Sang Yan had been staring at the rabbits several times and looked towards the bushes whenever there was a rustle, as if she really liked them, the family servant Dong Chuan thought it best to appease her interests. Sang Yan, who was cracking melon seeds, showed some interest when she heard this and smiled, ¡°Okay. But be careful not to hurt them.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± After answering, Dong Chuan went to catch a rabbit. An hour later, he actually brought back two little rabbits. The size of an adult¡¯s palm. They were young. One was pure white as snow, the other pitch black as ink. Both were unharmed. Sang Yan was curious upon seeing them, ¡°How did you catch them?¡± Dong Chuan smiled and said, ¡°I found a rabbit nest with several young ones inside. I picked two that looked robust and attractive and brought them here. I originally planned to bring just one, but I feared it wouldn¡¯t survive without a companion.¡± He was quite considerate. Sang Yan was very pleased and praised with a smile, ¡°Well done, well done. You¡¯ve worked hard.¡± Then she instructed Qiuzhi to reward him with two taels of silver. Dong Chuan received his reward and repeatedly thanked her, ¡°Thank you, Miss. Thank you, Miss.¡± Other family servants showed envious looks. Sang Yan continued her excursion. Soon after, a family servant saw many flowers and made a flower crown for her. And indeed, the flower crown was beautiful. Sang Yan liked it very much, and after putting it on, felt delightful. She also instructed Qiuzhi to reward with two taels of silver. She was beautiful and kind-hearted, and generous in giving. The family servants vied to please her. If only the family servants were a bit handsomer, they¡¯d be fresh young meat. And being favored by these fresh young men, hehe, she felt supremely delighted. Sang Yan liked this carefree life even more. Suddenly, a family servant taking the lead reported that there was a swordsman practicing ahead. Sang Yan had always been curious about ancient swordsmanship and immediately drove the carriage to see. She hadn¡¯t realized what she was in for until she saw it¡ª That so-called swordsman was Jiang Ke! Damn it! Trouble always comes uninvited! ¡°Turn around! Quick, turn around!¡± But it was too late. Jiang Ke had already seen her. He, clad in a black brocaded robe, leapt forward gracefully and alighted in front of her like a swift swallow. ¡°Ah Yan, does this count as fate between us?¡± He sheathed his sword and sat on the side of the carriage, his handsome face smiling, his eyes twinkling like stars. Indeed, Jiang Ke and his brother Jiang Ling were born to the same mother, both naturally good-looking. But while Jiang Ling exuded an imposing, upright aura, Jiang Ke¡¯s disposition was slightly more biased, gloomy, and subtle. ¡°Fate, yes. But a cursed one!¡± Sang Yan frowned, a look of disdain on her face, ¡°Get down!¡± But why would Jiang Ke obediently listen to her? He raised his hand, lightly pinching Sang Yan¡¯s chin, admiring her, enraptured, ¡°It¡¯s been half a year, Ah Yan, you glow more radiant than before.¡± ¡°Slap!¡± Sang Yan fiercely slapped away his hand, her voice low and stern, ¡°How audacious! I am your sister-in-law!¡± Jiang Ke detested the term, his face changed, his eyes sullen, his tone icy, ¡°Ah Yan always manages to upset me. Now that you are neither in the Marquis Mansion nor in the Sang Mansion, can you really stop what I wish to do?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Forgot. He was a bad one who yielded only to softness, not force. ¡°Don¡¯t be reckless.¡± Her tone softened, ¡°Think about your elder brother. If you get into trouble again, how could I face anyone? I would disgrace the Jiang Family, and might as well be dead.¡± As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she made a pitiful, tearful look, ¡°Jiang Ke, do you want me to die?¡± Every time this happened, Jiang Ke could only surrender, ¡°I won¡¯t let you die. What is there to fear? I¡¯ve trained in martial arts since my youth, I am physically strong and agile; nothing will happen.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not about fearing the odds but fearing the unexpected. Your brother used to say the same.¡± ¡°Can you stop mentioning him?¡± Jiang Ke truly hated it when Sang Yan always mentioned his brother. He had once respected this brother, but after falling for Sang Yan, just the thought of him filled him with jealousy. Seeing this, Sang Yan didn¡¯t bring it up again, changing the subject, ¡°If you really like me, then let me go. I have no intentions of marrying in this life.¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Jiang Ke lost his patience, kicked the coachman down, grabbed the horse reins, ¡°Sit tight. I¡¯ll take you back.¡± Then, pulling on the reins, he drove the horse away. ¡°You go out, and you don¡¯t even wear a veil hat. It¡¯s fortunate you ran into me today, but what if it were someone else?¡± His possessiveness was strong, dissatisfied with her exposing herself publicly. Listening to his arrogant and autocratic words, Sang Yan just wanted to roll her eyes¡ªhence why these ancient men were not worth marrying. Each one bound women tighter than the last. She must have been mad to have shackled herself. ¡°Why are you not speaking?¡± Jiang Ke rarely saw her and wanted to talk more. Sang Yan sounded disinterested, and sighed, ¡°I don¡¯t know what to say.¡± Jiang Ke hearing this, became dissatisfied again, ¡°Is it that you don¡¯t know what to say to me?¡± It was a pointed question. Sang Yan thought this internally, but casually picked another topic, ¡°Why are you here?¡± ¡°I came here to practice swordplay.¡± Jiang Ke felt that Sang Yan finally cared about him. Being a young man easily pleased, he immediately brightened up, his eyes shining as he rambled excitedly, ¡°I¡¯ve decided, next year at the martial arts examination, I will become the Martial Arts Top Scholar. Then, I¡¯ll ask the Emperor to grant us marriage.¡± In this dynasty, where martial prowess was esteemed over scholarship, an annual martial arts examination took place. The champion won many rewards from the Emperor. Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Thank you very much. Ask the Emperor to grant a marriage? The Emperor must be insane! Thinking of the Emperor brought to mind those brief, awkward encounters, as well as Sang Ruoshui¡¯s hostility, her mood inexplicably melancholic, ¡°Jiang Ke, why bother? I am six years older than you. I may still have some looks now, but time is ruthless, and soon I¡¯ll be old and faded. Why do this for me¡ª¡± ¡°Do you think I¡¯m only after your beauty?¡± Jiang Ke¡¯s cold voice cut her off, his eyes filled with both love and hate, ¡°Sang Yan, it has to be you. Forget it, since you can¡¯t say what I want to hear, better not to speak at all.¡± After that, no one spoke, and the journey continued in silence. Jiang Ke thought Sang Yan had gone out for a leisure trip and so drove toward the Sang Mansion. Sang Yan didn¡¯t want him to know she lived in the villa, to avoid his constant disturbances. She didn¡¯t explain. As they neared the Sang Mansion, she finally said, ¡°You should go back now. The servants here can take me the rest of the way.¡± Jiang Ke, aware that his status made lingering inappropriate, did not insist and alighted from the carriage, watching as the coachman took over and drove away. Sang Yan looked back at him several times, hoping he would leave quickly so she could turn back to her villa. Jiang Ke, unaware of her intentions, thought she was reluctant to part with him, which made him ecstatic and thrilled. Fortunately, he still had some sense, knowing they were on Capital City Main Street, crowded and not a place for outbursts, he could only suppress his joy and whispered, ¡°Wait for me. I will marry you.¡± Sang Yan had seen enough. The young man¡¯s gaze was fervent, his intentions sincere. If this were modern times, she wouldn¡¯t mind considering a relationship. After all, she was an adult woman with her own needs. Regrettably, this was the ancient world where men were revered over women, without equality. Better not. ¡°Miss!¡± Someone was riding a horse toward her. ¡°You¡¯ve returned just in time, miss!¡± The man on the horse was a guard from Sang Mansion. He pulled on the horse reins, dismounted, and within a few strides, knelt in front of the carriage, ¡°Miss, your mother requests your presence.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Sigh. That bad premonition was surfacing again. Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: Chapter 007: Beautiful Dream Chapter 7: Chapter 007: Beautiful Dream Yuesang Palace The Sang Ruoshui had fallen ill. She lay on her bed, her beautiful face pale, lips cracked and dry, coughing as she looked outside the palace and asked sadly, ¡°Has the Emperor come?¡± The palace maids and eunuchs knelt throughout the hall, none daring to speak. The Emperor had not come. Since that day he left, he had not returned. In the past, it wouldn¡¯t have mattered much if the Emperor did not visit the harem. But times had changed, and he went to Youlan Pavilion every night. Even though Xiangxiu had sent someone to inquire and heard that the Emperor had not truly favored Lan, the fact that she was promoted without favor, from Lan to Noble Princess Consort Lan, and risen two ranks, still filled her with unbearable envy. Sang Ruoshui and Zhou Jinglan had entered the palace together. They had been at odds even in their boudoir days, so how could she bear to see the other rise step by step? Moreover, it was only a matter of time before Lan received genuine favor, and by then, everything would be too late. ¡°I can¡¯t.¡± ¡°I cannot lose.¡± ¡°No matter the cost, I cannot lose.¡± She closed her eyes, tears streaming down, fingers tightly clutching the bedsheet, muttering resentfully. * Sang Mansion Sang Yan visited the courtyard of her original mother again. This time, she unexpectedly saw her original father, Sang Kun. Sang Kun was past his fortieth year, handsome ¨C clearly, the Sang sisters¡¯ good looks came from him. It was said that he had entered Ms. Lin¡¯s eye with his good looks and then earned Mr. Lin¡¯s favor. However, with a finely grown beard, things were more complicated. ¡°Father, Mother¡ª¡± Sang Yan looked away and with a graceful bow, paid her respects. Sang Kun sat in the main seat, looking at his daughter, beautiful as a flower, smiling warmly, ¡°Sang Yan, please sit.¡± Sang Yan sat down. Quietly, she waited, ready to respond to whatever came her way. Sang Kun did not make her wait long before he spoke, ¡°Sang Yan, your mother, in her foolishness, sent you to the estate. Do you bear her any resentment?¡± He did not think that Sang Yan catching the Emperor¡¯s eye was a bad thing. Since ancient times, fortunes have been sought amidst dangers. If Sang Yan could be the first to bear the heir, it would be a great achievement for the country, the people, and especially a change of fortunes for the Sang Family! The maternal family of the future Crown Prince! Wasn¡¯t the whole court urging this, all for this great fortune? Sang Yan, unaware of her original father¡¯s thoughts, responded with a faint smile and courteous words, ¡°How could I? Whatever Mother does, she has her reasons. As children, if we cannot share our parents¡¯ worries and add to their glory, it would already be a great disloyalty, how could I hold any grievance against my parents?¡± Hearing her say this, Sang Kun stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction, ¡°Good child. I know your filial piety. There is indeed something now for which we need your devotion.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This was bad. She seemed to have taken the wrong path. Excessive obedience was foolish piety. ¡°You should have never left the palace.¡± Sang Kun¡¯s words made her heart sink bit by bit. ¡°Your sister has fallen ill; you should return to the Imperial Palace once more.¡± It was still about Sang Ruoshui. ¡°How could she suddenly fall ill, completely out of the blue?¡± Sang Yan did not want to enter the Imperial Palace nor did she fully trust his words. Was it possible that Sang Ruoshui had encountered trouble? Given her temperament, any small trouble would be too simple for her. Sang Kun did not hide the facts and sighed, ¡°Your sister has been spoiled by us, sensitive and frail, hard to make it big. You have always been intelligent; go to the palace and comfort her.¡± As for the Emperor taking an interest in her, it was only a possibility, better left unspoken and allowed to take its natural course. ¡°Can I not go?¡± Sang Yan thought it over and still did not want to go. Sang Kun, puzzled, asked, ¡°Why not?¡± Sang Yan explained, ¡°She doesn¡¯t like me. When I was in the palace before, she had issues with me. She won¡¯t listen to me.¡± Sang Kun, having read Sang Ruoshui¡¯s letters, knew of the sisters¡¯ disagreements and replied, ¡°This time will be different. She personally wrote the letter asking for you to come to the palace. You¡¯ll understand once you¡¯re there. Sang Yan, we are a family. She¡¯s your own sister.¡± This was emotional blackmail. Sang Yan knew it clearly yet also knew she could not refuse. In this patriarchal society, she was a mere salted fish, unlike the all-powerful female leads in novels who could do anything, and she could only strive to accept the rotten hand dealt to her. ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Good child.¡± Sang Kun laughed heartily as he stood up, walked over to Sang Yan, and patted her shoulder with solemn words, ¡°I believe that you and your sister will certainly make something of yourselves in the palace.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Thank you. Her heart was resistant. Sang Kun started calling people to pack things up. Ms. Lin was meek and did not dare speak against Sang Kun while he was present, only daring to whisper a reminder after he left, ¡°This time you enter the Imperial Palace, remember to stay away from the Emperor. He is not someone we can aspire to. Your father is blinded by power and influence, but you must not follow in his footsteps.¡± ¡°I understand, Mother.¡± Sang Yan was relieved that there were still people in her family who genuinely cared about the original host. For the sake of the original host¡¯s mother, she too would make a trip to the Imperial Palace to help Sang Ruoshui. * Imperial Palace Youlan Pavilion He Ying sat by the window at the tea table, savoring the flower tea brewed by Noble Princess Consort Lan, praising, ¡°Excellent tea. A sweet taste upon the palate, with a lingering rich fragrance. My consort indeed has the grace of a gentle orchid, truly capturing my heart.¡± ¡°The Emperor is too kind.¡± Noble Princess Consort Lan blushed slightly with a shy smile, saying softly, ¡°This flower comes from Min State, all thanks to the Emperor for reclaiming the lost territory, allowing this consort the opportunity to brew this tea and share its taste with the Emperor.¡± She was the daughter of the Assistant Minister of Rites, Zhou Mao. A few days before, her father had presented the Dahe Territory Map, which provided her with an opportunity to catch the Emperor¡¯s eye. Noble Princess Consort Lan, Zhou Jinglan, true to her name, was serene and beautiful, with a heart as pure as an orchid. ¡°My consort, your way with words¡ª¡± He Ying picked up his teacup and emptied it in one gulp. Then, smiling, he ordered rewards to be distributed. All the palace maids and eunuchs in the hall were delighted, kneeling in gratitude. Zhou Jinglan did the same. No one noticed that there was no real smile in the Emperor¡¯s eyes. A moment later. The imperial eunuch Pei Muyang entered, kneeling before the Emperor and whispering a low message, ¡°Emperor, the Heir¡¯s wife has entered the palace.¡± He had recently been promoted. Young and handsome, with a sweet-tongued flattery that almost usurped the power of the Chief Eunuch, Yu Huai De. Upon hearing this, He Ying truly smiled. His brows relaxed, and his usually cold eyes were like a gentle spring breeze, with tender smiles twinkling within them. His whole presence seemed to glow. ¡°What has made the Emperor so happy?¡± Zhou Jinglan had never seen He Ying smile like that and couldn¡¯t help but ask. He Ying, upon hearing her voice, dampened his smile, saying indifferently, ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± It was just his hare returning. ¡°I just remembered I have matters to attend to, I¡¯ll take my leave.¡± He stood up and left abruptly. He hadn¡¯t even stayed long enough for a cup of tea. It was very sudden. In the past, he would stay for half a day at a time. Zhou Jinglan didn¡¯t know what she did wrong and was very nervous, subconsciously reaching to grab at his sleeve, ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± ¡°How dare you!¡± He Ying looked at the hand that almost touched his sleeve, his expression icy, his eyes filled with severe coldness, no sign of the warmth from moments ago. Zhou Jinglan paled with fear, ¡°Forgive me, Emperor.¡± He Ying¡¯s face remained cold, saying nothing, and strode out of Youlan Pavilion. Seeing the Emperor turn his face so heartlessly, Zhou Jinglan¡¯s body weakened, and she fell into Mingtao¡¯s arms, murmuring, ¡°Ming¡­ Mingtao, I feel¡­ I¡¯m done for.¡± Mingtao was Zhou Jinglan¡¯s trusted palace maid, who now helped her sit on the silken couch, softly consoling, ¡°Lady, you must not speak such words. Who in the palace does not know that aside from the Empress in name only, you have the highest position and are the most favored? Just now¡­ perhaps the Emperor snapped at my lady because he was afraid of getting ill.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Zhou Jinglan thought of the Emperor¡¯s icy gaze, her heart dropped cold, and she felt that the recent favor was nothing more than a beautiful dream. Now, the dream was over. Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Chapter 008 Eye-catching Chapter 8: Chapter 008 Eye-catching He Ying left Youlan Pavilion and did not go to Yuesang Palace but to the martial arts field. He rode his horse at full gallop and drew his bow to shoot arrows. ¡°Snap!¡± ¡°Snap!¡± Each arrow hit the bullseye. ¡°The Emperor is mighty!¡± ¡°Long live the Emperor!¡± Surrounding Imperial Army soldiers cheered and waved their arms. Having heard this for a while, He Ying lost interest. Strictly speaking, he wasn¡¯t an emperor who liked to hear flattery. ¡°Where is Rong Ye?¡± He Ying dismounted and scanned the neatly arranged ranks of the Imperial Army. Rong Ye immediately stepped forward: ¡°At your service.¡± He had dark skin, a rough appearance, and was tall and robust, standing at nearly two meters tall by modern measurements. Like a giant. He Ying glanced at him, picked up a weapon from the side¡ªa long sword adorned with dragon patterns on the tassels, his exclusive and frequently used weapon. Since recapturing thirteen cities of Min State four years ago, he had rarely engaged in combat. ¡°Spar with me for a bit.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Rong Ye picked up a long spear and jumped onto the stage. He Ying followed, gathering his energy to make a move. He excelled in close combat, repeatedly appearing behind Rong Ye like a nimble cheetah, cleverly evading his long spear. Rong Ye had infinite strength and excelled in prolonged combat; he had once fought at Mongyang Pass for three days, drenched in blood yet still energized. ¡°Bam!¡± ¡°Sizzle¡ª¡± Clashing sword and spear sparked a long chain of sparks. The two fought for an hour with no clear victor. ¡°Enough.¡± He Ying tossed the sword back to its place and jumped down from the stage. He was tired, slightly out of breath, his forehead slick with sweat. Pei Muyang hurried forward with a moist handkerchief: ¡°Emperor, please wipe your face¡ª¡± After He Ying wiped his face, he took the handkerchief and handed him some tea. The tea was fragrant, light, and rippling. He Ying glanced at it and waved his hand: ¡°No more tea. I¡¯ve been drinking it for three days straight, grown tired of it. Bring some liquor, strong liquor.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang, meticulous as ever, had also prepared liquor and immediately picked up a jar of strong liquor, poured two bowls, and brought them over. He Ying awarded Rong Ye a bowl. They clinked their cups and drank them down. The strong liquor burned their throats. But also ignited fierce ardor. ¡°It¡¯s been two years. It¡¯s time for some bloodshed in this world.¡± He Ying was belligerent by nature. After conserving energy for four years, it was time to do something. The Imperial Palace was too stifling. Rong Ye understood the Emperor¡¯s ambition and immediately knelt down to express his loyalty: ¡°I am willing to conquer lands for the Emperor and achieve everlasting greatness.¡± Seeing him kneel, other soldiers also knelt and echoed: ¡°We are willing to conquer lands for the Emperor and achieve everlasting greatness.¡± Soldiers afraid of fighting were not good soldiers. True men should fight on battlefields, spill blood, and carve out achievements. He Ying returned satisfied. He boarded his sedan chair and ordered to return to Qingning Palace. Pei Muyang, puzzled yet trying to be agreeable, asked with a smile, ¡°Emperor, the Heir¡¯s wife has come. Aren¡¯t you going to Yuesang Palace?¡± He Ying frowned: ¡°She has already returned home; she is no longer any Heir¡¯s wife.¡± The Heir¡¯s wife belonged to someone else. Sang Yan was only free for the Emperor to pursue when she was unattached. Realizing his mistake, Pei Muyang immediately slapped his own mouth and chuckled: ¡°The Emperor is wise. It was this servant¡¯s mistake. That lady had returned home as Miss Sang.¡± Pleased, He Ying laughed and scolded: ¡°Fool!¡± Getting scolded, Pei Muyang smiled even broader as if rewarded: ¡°It¡¯s this servant¡¯s foolishness. May I ask, why is the Emperor not visiting Yuesang Palace? Miss Sang must be eagerly waiting.¡± He, trying to align with the Emperor¡¯s heart, spoke against his conscience claiming Sang Yan was fond of the Emperor. Chief Eunuch Yu Huai De was too honest, repeatedly advising the Emperor not to pursue Sang Yan, and suffered for it; Pei Muyang would not act so foolishly. Although He Ying knew Sang Yan was like a timid rabbit and didn¡¯t fancy him, it didn¡¯t dampen his spirits. ¡°Why the hurry? There are others more anxious than us.¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± Pei Muyang was intelligent; a quick thought revealed the Emperor¡¯s cunning plan¡ªfeigning favor towards Noble Princess Consort Lan to coerce Ruishui River into urging Sang Yan to enter the palace and compete for favor. Now that Sang Yan had entered the palace, she surely couldn¡¯t wait to push her toward the Emperor. They triumphantly returned to Qingning Palace. Indeed, at Qingning Palace stood Xiangxiu, a palace maid from Yuesang Palace. ¡°Emperor, my lady is severely ill and misses you deeply. She begs the Emperor to visit her.¡± Xiangxiu rushed forward in a few steps, kneeling before the sedan chair, tears streaming down her face like a pear blossom bathed in rain. Sitting high in his sedan chair, He Ying looked down with a face of compassion: ¡°Pitiful creature. Then let¡¯s go see her then.¡± Pei Muyang: ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor really was too ¡°cunning.¡± Yuesang Palace Sang Yan comforted Sang Ruoshui with a few words and was about to head back to the side hall. Sang Ruoshui, sickly lying on the bed, grasped her sleeve and said in a hoarse voice, ¡°Sister, haven¡¯t you forgiven me yet?¡± Sang Yan, seeing her genuine misery, shook her head, ¡°I am your sister. As long as you truly treat me as a sister, I will naturally treat you as my sister. It is ridiculous for sisters to become enemies over a man.¡± As she spoke, she pulled her hand away and explained, ¡°I brought you a gift. Go get it.¡± Coincidentally, just as she was about to leave the palace, she saw the Emperor¡¯s sedan chair from afar. Sigh. It was time to kneel again. ¡°His Majesty has arrived¡ª¡ª¡± Pei Muyang¡¯s voice was shrill, deliberately drawn out. Sang Yan could not pretend not to see and had to step forward and kneel to greet him, ¡°This servant greets Your Majesty.¡± He Ying looked down at the delicate figure kneeling before him, still dressed in simple white mourning clothes, making her black hair shine brightly. She didn¡¯t look up, her black hair cascading down, swaying lightly in the wind. Her face wasn¡¯t visible. He wasn¡¯t pleased. He raised his hand, ¡°Rise.¡± After Sang Yan thanked him, she stood up, somewhat eager to slip away, when she saw the Emperor getting down from the sedan chair, heading straight towards her. Her heart inexplicably raced, and she hurriedly stepped aside to make way for him. ¡°I heard Princess Consort Sang is sick. Since you are here, come with me to see her,¡± he said as he passed by her. His breath was moist and cold. His hair still damp. He must have come after bathing. Sang Yan didn¡¯t think much of it, only regretting that she couldn¡¯t slip away, and responded with a ¡°Yes,¡± following behind him. Intentionally lagging a few steps. He seemed to sense it, turned around to look at her, his steps halting as if waiting for her. Under his gaze, Sang Yan felt immense pressure, heart lamenting, but smiled bitterly and quickened her pace. ¡°Three steps will do.¡± He measured the distance between them, offering a reminder. Hearing this, Sang Yan immediately thought of his aversion to women and came up with an idea to lower her favorability, ¡°I am clumsy and rash, if by accident¡ª¡± As she spoke, she deliberately reached out to touch his sleeve. He Ying did not dodge, gazed down at her eyes, and slowly smiled, ¡°The last woman who made me sick, I ordered to be beaten with a stick for two hours, beaten into a pulp, yet still gasping for breath. Would you like to experience that?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± No. Was the Emperor trying to scare her? She was frightened, decisively withdrew her hand, even placing it behind her back. At the same time, she understood: she had thought too highly of herself. He Ying, the mighty Emperor, what beauty hadn¡¯t he seen? Especially since he couldn¡¯t be near women, even if he wanted to do something, he couldn¡¯t. Thus, the significance of beauty was diminished, and to him, she served merely as a novelty. Realizing this, she felt incredibly relieved. She grew bolder: ¡°Your Majesty is the True Dragon Emperor. Your presence to visit Princess Consort Sang, with your Dragon Energy protecting her, will surely chase away the illness swiftly.¡± See, she was just good at flattering. No different from anyone else. But she forgot, the Emperor was a madman. ¡°Miss Sang is quite eloquent, then speak a bit more,¡± He looked at her, his smile playful. Wait, what was Miss Sang? Shouldn¡¯t she be the Heir¡¯s wife? Sigh. The Emperor truly was a madman. Sang Yan, under his dangerous gaze, lowered her head, feeling it safer to keep her mouth shut. He Ying, holding back a laugh, thought to himself: Timid rabbit. Then he turned and continued into the palace. Inside the palace Palace maids and eunuchs knelt on both sides, shouting in unison, ¡°We greet Your Majesty¡ª¡± He ignored them and walked straight ahead, sitting in the main seat, asking coldly, ¡°How did Princess Consort Sang get sick? How have you been taking care of her?¡± There was an accusing tone in his voice. Hearing this, the palace maids and eunuchs showed terrified expressions, trembling as they kowtowed, ¡°Your Majesty, forgive us.¡± The atmosphere in the palace turned heavy and oppressive. ¡°It¡¯s not their fault. I am weak,¡± Sang Ruoshui, with Xiangxiu¡¯s assistance, weakly rose from the bed, her voice hoarse and feeble. Frail and pitiful. He Ying, upon seeing her, felt no emotion, waved his hand indifferently, ¡°You are weak, there¡¯s no need to come over, just lie down.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡± Sang Ruoshui thanked him but didn¡¯t lie back down, instead continuing forward, ¡°I¡¯ve been lying down for so long, I¡¯m tired of it. It¡¯s rare for Your Majesty to visit, I would like to sit and talk with you.¡± She wanted to see him. After many days apart, the longing was overwhelming. Her longing gnawed at her bones, and tears fell again. He Ying, seeing her cry, felt no compassion, only annoyance, ¡°You are sick, just rest well. I don¡¯t need you to keep me company.¡± He generally didn¡¯t like talking to women. Except for one. He looked towards Sang Yan, whom the simple white mourning clothes once stunned him, but now seemed unbearable, ¡°I heard you have returned home, so no need to wear mourning¡ª¡± At that, he turned to Pei Muyang, issuing an order, ¡°Go have the Clothing Bureau make clothes for Miss Sang.¡± Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: Chapter 009: Gratitude Chapter 9: Chapter 009: Gratitude Miss Sang! A single title, different implications. ¡°Lady!¡± Xiangxiu exclaimed in alarm. It turned out that when Sang Ruoshui heard this title, she stumbled and fell. Let the Clothing Bureau make the clothes! That¡¯s a treatment only Ladies have! What does the Emperor want to do? Does he consider Sang Yan his woman? Sang Ruoshui fell into Xiangxiu¡¯s arms, leveraged her strength to stand up, lay back on the bed, and dared not look in the Emperor¡¯s direction again. She would go mad. Sang Yan was also shocked, feeling the Emperor was a lunatic, deliberately tormenting people¡ªhe knew well how much Sang Ruoshui liked him, yet he was still stirring up their sisterly affection! ¡°Emperor, this is unreasonable.¡± She knelt down and solemnly said, ¡°I, of lowly status, cannot bear it.¡± He Ying did not like these words, nor did he scold her, but instead looked to Pei Muyang, ¡°Teach her how to speak.¡± Pei Muyang, adept at reading the Emperor¡¯s Heart, immediately said, ¡°Thunder and dew are all God¡¯s grace. Miss Sang, you should thank Him quickly.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor is using his power to oppress people! This vile feudal society! She, annoyed, suppressed her anger and said, ¡°Emperor, though Princess Consort Sang is merely your concubine, in her heart, you are her husband, and should inquire about her illness. Isn¡¯t such indifference disheartening?¡± This Emperor has no heart! Whoever falls in love with him is unlucky! ¡°Are you teaching me how to conduct affairs?¡± He Ying frowned, his cold voice carrying a slight warning. Sang Yan kowtowed, but did not yield, instead saying, ¡°I dare not. I only empathize, for if I were ill, and my husband at my sickbed cared for another woman, I would be heartbroken¡ª¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± He Ying slammed the table and shouted angrily, ¡°Remove that ¡®I¡¯ from your speech!¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Initially scared to death by his anger, she then became confused¡ªwas the ¡®I¡¯ the focal point? Why did it feel like the Emperor was angry because she mentioned another man? ¡°Emperor, calm your anger.¡± Pei Muyang knelt down, speaking for Sang Yan, ¡°Miss Sang surely misspoke.¡± He felt the Emperor liked Sang Yan more than he had imagined. A person like him, besides serving the Emperor well and winning his favor, also sought to win the favor of the lady in the Emperor¡¯s heart. Sang Yan had not misspoken, yet could not say it again. The Emperor, with his profound thoughts and unconventional actions, it would be bad if she pushed him to assert his authority. For some reason, she always felt the Emperor capable of such actions! He Ying, seeing her bow her head in silence and seemingly rebellious, frowned and asked, ¡°Do you admit your mistake?¡± Sang Yan did not feel she was wrong, and modern civilization¡¯s education wouldn¡¯t allow her to blindly submit to the powerful, so she said, ¡°Emperor, esteemed as the Emperor, if you say I, a subject, am wrong, then I am wrong.¡± ¡°Are you implying I am abusing my power?¡± ¡°I dare not.¡± ¡°I see you are not afraid at all.¡± ¡°I am dull-witted, should I speak wrongly, I hope the Emperor will forgive me.¡± ¡°I think you are quite clever! Deliberately using your cleverness to irritate me!¡± His words instantly made their conversation ambiguous. Sang Yan sensed trouble, weakly said, ¡°I dare not.¡± He Ying, recalling her timidity of a rabbit, waved his hand, ¡°Enough. Rise. Think before you speak next time.¡± ¡°Yes. I shall heed Your Majesty¡¯s instructions,¡± Sang Yan stood up, ready to leave service, ¡°I will now go to the side hall to reflect.¡± Having said that, she left. ¡°Stop!¡± He Ying frowned and called out. ¡°Sister¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui, who had gotten out of bed, staggered to her, clutching her sleeve, tears welling up as she pleaded, ¡°Sister, the Emperor seldom visits, please entertain him well on my behalf.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Damn. What is this? A sister entertaining her brother-in-law? Forget it. Looking at Sang Ruoshui¡¯s haggard face, she convinced herself: The most important concern is the patient. She helped Sang Ruoshui back to bed, turned around, and gave the Emperor a slight smile, trying to display a flattering demeanor. ¡°From my family home, I brought some snacks. Would the Emperor like to try some?¡± ¡°Granted.¡± His tone was like bestowing a favor. Sang Yan endured it, went to the side hall, and leisurely brought some sushi, smiling as she presented it, ¡°Please, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°What is this?¡± He Ying had not seen such food before. Sang Yan simply explained, ¡°Sushi.¡± ¡°Why is it called that?¡± ¡°Because¡ª¡± Sang Yan, unsure of how to explain, casually replied, ¡°Because the first person who made it was called Sushi.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± He looked somewhat appetized. He reached out to take some¡ª Suddenly, Pei Muyang knelt down, grinning, ¡°I see this delicacy is rare, please grant this humble servant one.¡± He was ostensibly seeking a reward, but covertly testing for poison on behalf of the Emperor. He Ying understood his meaning and responded with a smile, ¡°I had almost forgotten your gluttony. Granted.¡± Pei Muyang immediately picked up a sushi and popped it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and praised it, ¡°Delicious. Delicious. Truly a delicacy of the mortal world.¡± Sang Yan pretended not to see through the unconvincing performance of the master and servant. As soon as the Emperor took a piece, she brought one over to Sang Ruoshui. Sang Ruoshui took one, and as she ate, said, ¡°Thank you, sister.¡± Despite her jealousy of Sang Yan having won the Emperor¡¯s favor, she was grateful that Sang Yan had risked the Emperor¡¯s anger to speak on her behalf numerous times. Seeing her eyes red-rimmed, seemingly on the verge of tears, Sang Yan smiled resignedly, ¡°We¡¯re family, what¡¯s there to thank? If you truly wish to thank me, just take good care of yourself. That would be thanks enough.¡± Upon hearing this, Sang Ruoshui¡¯s tears suddenly fell. Perhaps illness made one fragile. At that moment, she felt a motherly affection emanating from her sister. ¡°Want more?¡± ¡°Mm.¡± Sang Ruoshui, while crying, took another sushi¡ªrice sticking to the corners of her mouth. Sang Yan saw this and reached out to wipe it away. The warmth between the sisters was touching. But it suddenly stopped. ¡°Clothing Bureau female officer Sun Cai Rong pays respect to the Emperor.¡± ¡°Arise.¡± He Ying glanced at Sang Yan by the bed and ordered, ¡°Go measure Miss Sang.¡± Measurements should not be taken in front of the Emperor. Sang Yan then said, ¡°Could we go to the side hall?¡± He Ying nodded. Sang Yan led the female officer to the side hall. About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, she returned with the female officer. He Ying had finished the last piece of sushi, took the handkerchief Pei Muyang handed him, wiped his hands, and asked, ¡°All measured?¡± The female officer, Sun Cai Rong, bowed and replied, ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s done.¡± She thought of those enticing measurements, recalling the accidental touches of her skin¡ªlike cooling jade, no sign of sweat. Truly a natural beauty! No wonder she caught the Emperor¡¯s eye. He Ying tossed the handkerchief back to Pei Muyang, took a sip of tea with a nonchalant tone, ¡°Make ten sets. Use the finest materials. Three days.¡± He didn¡¯t consider three days to be tight at all. Sun Cai Rong did not mention the tight schedule either, respectfully responding, ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°You may leave.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± As Sun Cai Rong was leaving, she couldn¡¯t help but glance at Sang Yan. During the measurement, they had engaged in brief small talk. Thus, she was also shocked¡ªa widow with a husband-killing fate caught the Emperor¡¯s eye! Was this fortune or disaster? She was truly curious. She had a premonition¡ªthe harem was going to be unsettled. ¡°Your servant thanks Your Majesty.¡± At this point, Sang Yan could only accept and let things be. Whatever will be, will be. ¡°Since you¡¯re giving thanks, why not join me for a game of chess?¡± ¡°¡­¡± As a chess novice, Sang Yan couldn¡¯t refuse and could only weakly suggest, ¡°How about Connect Five?¡± He Ying, unaware of the circumstances, asked, ¡°Do you like this game?¡± With an embarrassed smile, Sang Yan replied, ¡°It¡¯s the only one I know how to play.¡± He Ying nodded with a smile, ¡°Granted.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± That ¡®granted¡¯ is really annoying! Everything in the Imperial Palace had to be permitted by him, utterly demeaning! Alas. Really want to get away. Soon, a palace attendant prepared the chess set. Sang Yan, preferring white, quickly chose the white pieces. The pieces seemed to be made of white jade¡ªclear and translucent in appearance, cold and smooth to the touch, very comforting. Indeed, everything in the Imperial Palace was a treasure. Sang Yan, getting a bit greedy, suggested, ¡°Your Majesty, how about a little wager?¡± He Ying, hearing her ask for something for the first time, found it quite novel and asked, ¡°What kind of prize do you have in mind?¡± ¡°If I win, may I keep this chess set?¡± ¡°That¡¯s possible, but what if you lose?¡± ¡°If I lose¡­¡± Sang Yan thought for a moment and said, ¡°I¡¯ll make sushi for the Emperor.¡± She noticed the Emperor was a gourmet too. Just now, aside from one sushi for the eunuch and two for Sang Ruoshui, he had eaten all four remaining pieces. He seemed to be quite the food lover. The reality was He Ying was bored waiting for the measurements, and had inadvertently eaten too much. Though he enjoyed it, he didn¡¯t need her to cook. ¡°I have sixty top chefs in my Imperial Kitchen; what is there they can¡¯t make?¡± He certainly didn¡¯t want food as a wager. Sang Yan saw his intention and felt troubled, ¡°Then what would Your Majesty like for a wager? I should state, I can only offer so much. If Your Majesty asks for something I cannot give, then let us forget this wager.¡± ¡°You¡¯re only prepared to win, not to lose?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already said, I can only give so much.¡± ¡°How do you know what you can give is limited?¡± He Ying laughed, his gaze intensely fixed on her, almost demanding, ¡°Or is it that, you know what I want? And you¡¯re unwilling to give it to me?¡± Chapter 10 - Chapter 10: Chapter 010 Trap Chapter 10: Chapter 010 Trap Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor¡¯s words were full of traps! Detestable! More than that, regret! Why on earth bring up incentives? The Emperor must be insane! Is it so easy to take his belongings? ¡°Your Majesty jests. As the king of this nation, rich with all under heaven, I am but a feeble woman, how could I have anything rare to offer Your Majesty?¡± She could only play dumb and then change the subject, ¡°Ladies first. Your Majesty, I shall make my move now.¡± He Ying watched her move, his gaze involuntarily falling on her hands. They were the hands of a beauty. The fingers were pale and slender, bonelessly soft, the tips whiter than the chess pieces. He watched for a long time, for the first time in his life, he felt an impulse to touch. However, thinking of his strange illness, he refrained in the end. Actually, he wasn¡¯t afraid of getting sick, but he didn¡¯t want her to see the horrifying sight of his illness. She was already scared of him, he couldn¡¯t let his strange illness make her fear him more. He Ying pinched a black chess piece and followed with his move. Sang Yan seized the initiative, initially holding the advantage, but gradually, she fell into a disadvantage. ¡°Wait, I moved wrong, let¡¯s go here.¡± She started to regret her moves. She had forgotten she was playing chess with the Emperor. Seeing this, He Ying indulged her and smiled, ¡°One wrong move leads to another, Miss Sang, be careful.¡± Sang Yan carefully made her move, ¡°Right here.¡± He Ying moved one piece, foreseeing three steps, and easily placed his piece. Sang Yan started scratching her head, hesitating several times, uncertain where to move next. ¡°You can concede.¡± ¡°Alright. I concede.¡± Sang Yan did not want to play chess with the Emperor and decisively conceded. Seeing this, He Ying felt it lackluster and said, ¡°Never mind, I¡¯ll give you another piece.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She could only clutch the chess pieces and move two in succession. The situation briefly turned around. But this position did not last long before she was at a disadvantage again. Had she known earlier, the ancients were indeed intelligent, truly living up to their reputation. ¡°I am slow-witted.¡± She did not want to play chess anymore. Her intelligence was severely bruised. Indeed, she was better suited to being idle and ineffectual. Seeing her discouraged, He Ying laughed, ¡°I find playing chess with you rather interesting. Would you be willing to be a Chess Maid in the palace?¡± He had no physical desires towards Sang Yan for the time being, feeling it was enough to see her when he wished. Sang Yan, unaware of the inner workings, suddenly felt this was He Ying¡¯s purpose¡ªto keep her in the palace under the guise of playing chess. Cunning Emperor! Such deep scheming! Since ancient times, the palace has been a place of loneliness. She must be mad to consider staying. But her refusal had to be tactful: ¡°Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty, but I am unworthy.¡± ¡°Unworthy in what way?¡± ¡°I¡­ have a fierce fate; if by chance I doom Your Majesty, I could not escape grave culpability.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. As you said, I am the True Dragon Emperor, protected by dragon energy.¡± ¡°¡­¡± She was at a loss for words. The Emperor¡¯s mind moves too quickly. ¡°Don¡¯t you agree?¡± The Emperor knew but asked anyway. Sang Yan, so frustrated she wanted to curse, still had to force a smile, ¡°Not at all.¡± Seeing her frustration, He Ying felt a peculiar joy, holding back a laugh, ¡°Since that¡¯s the case, you should accept the grace.¡± Truly accepting his grace would mean being trapped in the harem forever. The cost was too great. Sang Yan felt that she could struggle for her freedom, so she knelt down and said, ¡°Your Majesty, please reconsider. This is unreasonable.¡± He Ying frowned, ¡°What¡¯s unreasonable about it?¡± Sang Yan responded, ¡°I am already a married woman.¡± ¡°Woman, and what of it?¡± ¡°How could a woman stay long in the palace?¡± In fact, aristocratic women have also been female officers in the palace. Ye Mingling from the Etiquette Bureau, who is the Minister of Rites Cui Shao¡¯s wife. But He Ying did not bring this up. Instead, he said, ¡°So you are asking me for a title?¡± ¡°¡­¡± This man must be mad! What is he babbling about? She dared not look at the expressions of the palace maids and eunuchs; they must all be thinking she was crafty and seducing the Emperor. ¡°The Emperor has misunderstood.¡± She was truly annoyed and cooled her voice to show her stance, ¡°I have already vowed to remain faithful to my deceased husband, never to remarry in this life.¡± Actually, she wasn¡¯t the original host and held no feelings for the host¡¯s husband. But at this moment, she could only use him as a shield. Surely, the Emperor of a nation wouldn¡¯t go so far as to forcibly marry a subject¡¯s wife? He Ying, unaware of the true situation, took it that she was deeply in love with her deceased husband. He had admired her in the past, but now, this sounded truly harsh, ¡°Very well. Then stay in the palace.¡± He left with a gloomy face, sleeves flung angrily. All the palace maids and eunuchs had knelt down when Sang Yan did, only daring to get up after the Emperor was out of sight. Sang Yan also got up, her face a mask of worry as she sat on the chair, unsure of what to do. ¡°The Emperor holds you dear, sister.¡± Assisted by Xiangxiu, Sang Ruoshui approached and took the seat the Emperor had occupied. Thereby feeling his residual warmth. With a heart both envious and jealous, she said, ¡°Sister, why must you speak so? You have needlessly hurt the Emperor¡¯s heart.¡± Sang Yan coldly scoffed in disdain, ¡°Your Emperor has no heart at all. Only naive girls like you would be easily deceived by him.¡± Emperors have always been heartless. He Ying was no exception. He couldn¡¯t touch women yet still sought to entice them. Ironically. ¡°The Emperor, supreme in his power, skilled both in letters and arms, revered by all, is a unique ruler of all ages, how could he deceive me?¡± Listen to this brainwashed fan¡¯s rhetoric. Sang Yan immediately lost any urge to argue further: to them, just the title ¡®Emperor¡¯ was enough to earn their adoration. ¡°Alas, everyone¡¯s drunk but I¡¯m awake¡­¡± * Qingning Palace He Ying sat on the couch, cursing several times, ¡°Ignorant woman! Ignorant woman!¡± ¡°Please calm your anger, Your Majesty.¡± Pei Muyang, holding tea, softly advised, ¡°Miss Sang truly mistook mothballs for pearls, genuinely ignorant; your Enlightenment and Valour, Your Majesty, could not possibly concern itself with a foolish young girl¡ª¡± ¡°Who did you say was ignorant?¡± He Ying¡¯s eyes narrowed, displeased with anyone calling Sang Yan ignorant. Pei Muyang, as though just realizing, immediately smacked his mouth, ¡°Oh, I misspoke, I am the ignorant one, please forgive me, Your Majesty.¡± As an imperial eunuch, no matter how clever, it was necessary to feign a bit of stupidity, making small mistakes now and then, lest he arouse the Emperor¡¯s suspicion and see his career end. ¡°Enough.¡± Pei Muyang¡¯s words had somewhat pleased the Emperor. Indeed. That little rabbit, so timid, with such superficial judgment, mistaking mothballs for pearls, and her lingering thoughts on her deceased husband because she did not yet know his worth. How could he, the Emperor of the nation, be inferior to a Princely Heir? He Ying¡¯s mood somewhat improved, and his rationality returned, he ordered, ¡°Princess Consort Sang is ill, you go to the storeroom and pick some items to send over. Also, send two Imperial Physicians over for treatment.¡± Pei Muyang bowed in response, ¡°Yes. With the Grace of Your Majesty. Princess Consort Sang upon feeling Your intent will surely recover quickly.¡± ¡°What intent?¡± He Ying felt that Pei Muyang¡¯s mind was occasionally foolish but said nothing, merely murmured to himself, ¡°She¡¯s somewhat clever. I hope she doesn¡¯t disappoint me.¡± He still needed Princess Consort Sang to push Sang Yan towards him. Truly, whatever he desired, he could simply take, but concerning Sang Yan, he did not mind taking his time. Pei Muyang accepted his orders and left. The hall quieted down. Soon, Yu Huai De came to report, ¡°Imperial Concubine has arrived.¡± ¡°See her not.¡± He answered crisply. ¡°Yes.¡± This time, Yu Huai De did not persuade further and turned to leave¡ª ¡°Wait¡ª¡± He Ying changed his mind, ¡°Never mind. Let her come in.¡± It was still necessary to add fuel to the fire concerning Sang Ruoshui. Chapter 11 - Chapter 11: Chapter 011 Instigation Chapter 11: Chapter 011 Instigation Noble Princess Consort Lan spent the night at Qingning Palace. This news reached Sang Ruoshui at Yuesang Palace early the next morning. Sang Ruoshui had almost recovered from her illness the previous night after the Emperor¡¯s grace, but upon hearing this news, she became so angry that she couldn¡¯t get out of bed. Sang Yan was summoned by Xiangxiu to console her, ¡°Don¡¯t lose your composure. The Emperor abides by abstinence, even if he stays overnight, nothing can happen. You¡¯ve also heard that the Jingshi Palace did not record her receiving favor.¡± Sang Ruoshui cried, ¡°But she spent the night. No concubine has ever spent the night in Qingning Palace. Sister, do you think the Emperor likes her? He didn¡¯t favor her this time, but what about next time?¡± Who knew what the Emperor was thinking? He had just been insisting on keeping Sang Yan at the palace moments ago, and the next moment, he was spending the night with that woman. Could it have been Sang Yan¡¯s disobedience that angered him? Thinking this, she grabbed Sang Yan¡¯s hand, crying and begging, ¡°Sister, I have just received the Emperor¡¯s grace and haven¡¯t given thanks yet. Can you go for me, please?¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± She was pushing her towards that despicable Emperor! ¡°No.¡± She firmly refused and made her stance clear, ¡°That is your man. You¡¯re my sister, and in the civilian world, he would be my brother-in-law. I must maintain a distance from him.¡± Otherwise, how ridiculous it would be for a brother-in-law and sister-in-law to get involved. Though in ancient times, it was common for sisters to share a husband, she had a physiological disgust and couldn¡¯t accept it. Sang Ruoshui, unaware of Sang Yan¡¯s inner conflict, continued to cry and said, ¡°Sister, are you still upset with me? I was ignorant before and jealous of you, but now I understand, our common enemy is Zhou Jinglan. Sister, I was wrong. Forgive me and help me, please?¡± Sang Yan¡¯s head ached from her crying, so she nodded, but said, ¡°I can help you, but not in the way you¡¯re thinking.¡± ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± inquired Sang Ruoshui. ¡°You¡¯re worried about Noble Princess Consort Lan being the first to receive favor, right? I can help you with that.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± Sang Yan hesitated. In reality, she did not want to suggest this method, but there seemed to be no other way at the moment. Seeing Sang Yan hesitate, Sang Ruoshui urged, ¡°Sister, just say it.¡± Biting her lip, Sang Yan finally spoke up, ¡°You should quickly recuperate, give thanks in person, then find an excuse to get the Emperor drunk. Once he¡¯s intoxicated and his awareness dimmed, sleep with him.¡± ¡°Bang!¡± Xiangxiu, who had just entered carrying medicine, was so startled that she dropped the medicine bowl. The bowl shattered on the ground, spilling black medicine all over. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean to. Lady, please spare my life.¡± Xiangxiu quickly knelt and pleaded for mercy, first for breaking the bowl and second for overhearing such treacherous words. Sang Ruoshui had no mind to care about her. ¡°Sister, be careful with your words. This is an offense against the dragon¡¯s body, punishable by death.¡± She hadn¡¯t expected Sang Yan to dare say something like that and was nearly scared to death. Sang Yan was also aware of the danger of her suggestion but had her reasons, ¡°Your Emperor abstains from intimate relations, probably because he¡¯s unaware of the pleasures of women. Once he ventures into the flesh, and finds sweetness in bed, why would he fuss over the details? Perhaps he will develop a taste for it and return to normal sexual attitudes. Moreover, in such a situation, it¡¯s just a case of drunken disorderly behavior. As for whether you sleep with him or he sleeps with you, between a man and a woman, it¡¯s all the same in the end. In any case, this matter could be minor or severe; severe is offending the dragon¡¯s body, minor is simply marital affection.¡± Hearing all this, Sang Ruoshui felt tempted but was also scared, ¡°What if the Emperor falls ill? You¡¯re new to the palace and don¡¯t know how his disposition changes drastically when he¡¯s ill; he becomes violent and murderous, truly frightening.¡± That palace maid had accidentally touched the Emperor, causing him to have an episode, and was beaten to death alive! ¡°If you¡¯re scared, then just stay put in the palace comfortably.¡± Sang Yan was losing her patience, as she found the women in the palace to be naive and greedy, ¡°You want to win both the Emperor¡¯s affection and be the first to bear an heir, yet fear the cost. Where on earth can you find such a good deal?¡± Sang Ruoshui also understood this logic and grew solemn, ¡°Allow me¡­ to think about it.¡± * Imperial Study The silence was chilling to the bone. Pei Muyang knelt at the Emperor¡¯s feet, trembling hands wiping the sweat from his forehead. For a moment. He Ying closed the petition and looked at him, his eyes seeming to laugh but not really laughing, ¡°Did she really say that?¡± ¡°Absolutely true.¡± Pei Muyang kowtowed, continuing, ¡°It was Sister Xiangxiu from Yuesang Palace who said this. This servant didn¡¯t dare omit a single word.¡± He Ying withdrew his gaze, tapping his chin with his fingers, and chuckled softly, ¡°I was mistaken. She¡¯s just a wild rabbit after all.¡± Pei Muyang: ¡°¡­¡± He dared not speak. He had really not realized that Miss Sang had such courage! ¡°She wants to sleep with me, huh. And she says I don¡¯t know the benefits of the fairer sex?¡± He Ying pulled up the corner of his lips and laughed softly, ¡°Good. You go and pass the message to Xiangxiu; let her persuade Princess Consort Sang to do just that.¡± He wanted to see how these two sisters planned to intoxicate him. How they planned to tempt him when he was drunk and disorderly? And¡­ the benefits of the fairer sex? He hoped she wouldn¡¯t regret hatching this plan. Pei Muyang watched the Emperor¡¯s enigmatic smile and quavered, ¡°¡­Yes.¡± * The night was heavily shrouded. It had started to rain again. Rain beat against the banana leaves, ticking and pattering. Every so often, a thunderous roar was heard. Sang Ruoshui was already irritated; the noise kept her from sleeping, so she sat up and had a Palace Attendant light a lamp. The palace maid on night duty was none other than Xiangxiu. She lit the lamp and poured tea, then, carrying it to Sang Ruoshui, she asked with caution, ¡°Does Lady have worries on her mind? I see you¡¯ve been tossing and turning, unable to sleep.¡± Sang Ruoshui took the tea, sipped it, but said nothing, her gaze lost in a distant place. The words of Sang Yan from the morning still echoed in her ears. She had thought it over all day and still couldn¡¯t make up her mind. ¡°Lady, the Imperial Physician said that it¡¯s excessive worry, pent up in your heart, that has made you ill. To recover, you need to let go of certain things,¡± Xiangxiu pulled Sang Ruoshui back from her drifting thoughts. Sang Ruoshui considered Xiangxiu a confidante and, after a moment of thought, still asked, ¡°You heard what Sang Yan said too, do you think it¡¯s feasible?¡± Xiangxiu had been waiting for Sang Ruoshui to ask this. She had her response ready, speaking slowly, ¡°In answer to Lady, this servant thinks it¡¯s feasible.¡± Sang Ruoshui was surprised; she hadn¡¯t expected a servant to dare say such a thing. Could it be that she was really too timid? ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Lady, if one does not enter the tiger¡¯s den, how can one get the tiger¡¯s cub?¡± Her words hit the nail on the head. Sang Ruoshui¡¯s expression turned serious, she put down her teacup and had her sit on the bed, ¡°Continue.¡± Xiangxiu nodded, sat on the bed, and lowered her voice to say, ¡°Currently, the other concubines have yet to react, all waiting for the Imperial Physician to cure the Emperor¡¯s illness. But if the Imperial Physician hasn¡¯t cured it in ten years, do you think it can be cured in the next two or three years? How many sets of two or three years do the concubines have in their youth? To put it bluntly, by the time the Emperor is cured, the concubines¡¯ bloom will have passed, and they can only watch others enjoy his favor¡­¡± Some things are better left unsaid at their climactic point. Sang Ruoshui immediately made a decision, ¡°You¡¯re right. We can¡¯t wait any longer. Those concubines the Emperor took in after he assumed personal rule, who even remembers them now?¡± Seeing her determination, Xiangxiu added the final push, ¡°Moreover, the idea was Miss Sang¡¯s. When the time comes, Lady can ask her to get the Emperor drunk with you. If something happens, given her face, the Emperor might not blame Lady.¡± At this, Sang Ruoshui clutched Xiangxiu¡¯s arm tightly, her eyes filled with both jealousy and hate, ¡°Right. You¡¯re right. Sang Yan is a talisman; if I do something wrong, it was her incitement.¡± Chapter 12 - Chapter 12: Chapter 012 Assassination Chapter 12: Chapter 012 Assassination ¡°` The sky after the rain was particularly blue. Sang Yan got up, had breakfast, and as usual, went to the main hall to visit Sang Ruoshui. Overnight, her spirits had tremendously improved. She dressed herself in a pink palace skirt, applied the finest rouge, and added the most beautiful pearl hairpin, resembling the grass after the rain¡ªbursting with life and tender and juicy. A beauty dressed to the nines, with skin like snow and a face like a flower, outshining all others. ¡°Are you going out?¡± Sang Yan thought she had cheered up and guessed, ¡°Are you going to thank the Emperor for his kindness?¡± Sang Ruoshui shook her head with a smile, ¡°No. I¡¯m going to pay respects to the Empress Dowager. Sister, would you like to join me?¡± ¡°No, I¡­ I¡¯ll stay behind.¡± It was better for the original character with her awkward status to stay away from the powerful. After Sang Yan waved her hand to decline, she returned to her side hall. In reality, both times the original character entered the palace, it was with the Empress Dowager¡¯s permission. Only the Empress Dowager was devoted to Buddhism and had exempted the concubines from greeting her, disliking disturbances, so she simply feigned death. However, why was Sang Ruoshui suddenly going to pay respects to the Empress Dowager? Could it be that before taking action, she wanted to find herself a protector? That was somewhat clever. Sang Yan sat back on the couch, listlessly flipping through the unfinished storybook. It seemed that the tales in the storybook, with their repetitive scholar and delicate lady characters and highly similar plot lines, fit the modern phrase¡ªtimeless tropes capture the heart. ¡°Miss, Sun Shanggong from the Clothing Bureau is here.¡± Qiuzhi whispered softly. Sang Yan put down the storybook and looked over. It turned out that Sun Shanggong had brought some clothes with her. Sang Yan, being a woman, naturally liked beautiful dresses, but thinking that they were gifts from the dog Emperor made her less enthusiastic. ¡°Miss Sang, the Clothing Bureau has worked through the night to prepare five sets of clothes. By the Emperor¡¯s order, we are here to have Miss Sang review them.¡± Sun Shanggong respectfully bowed and stated her purpose. Sang Yan, knowing she was simply following orders and had no intention of making things difficult, cooperated and tried on each outfit. Trying them on took half an hour because ancient clothing was so intricate. Putting them on and taking them off was quite the ordeal. She was left panting slightly from the effort. ¡°It was hard work for Sun Shanggong and the Clothing Bureau.¡± ¡°Miss, you jest. It is our honor,¡± Sun Shanggong replied. Sun Shanggong was a female officer of the fifth rank and was being exceedingly polite to Sang Yan, who no longer held the title of Heir¡¯s wife. Sang Yan, feeling unexpectedly flattered, didn¡¯t quite know what to say for a moment. She was still unaware that the Emperor kept his distance from women, that the Empress failed to capture the Emperor¡¯s Heart, and that they were virtually non-existent¡ªeveryone in the harem was seeking a true mistress. The Clothing Bureau was merely betting on her. ¡°We¡¯ve also drafted several design sketches for clothes. Would Miss Sang care to take a look?¡± ¡°No, thank you. I trust your judgment.¡± Sang Yan was too tired and collapsed onto the couch, barely able to maintain her composure. Seeing her like this, Sun Shanggong said no more and promptly led her people in taking their leave. As soon as Sang Yan saw them turn away, she collapsed onto the couch, losing all semblance of poise. It wasn¡¯t easy being a noble in the palace. She lay there with her eyes closed for a while before Qiuzhi said, ¡°Miss, the Emperor has summoned you to play chess.¡± Liar! Chess was definitely a pretext! Sang Yan knew this all too well but couldn¡¯t defy the Emperor¡¯s decree and could only reluctantly get up and head out. Seeing her still in mourning attire, Qiuzhi hurriedly stopped her, ¡°Miss, your clothes have been delivered, perhaps you shouldn¡¯t wear mourning attire. The Emperor has already expressed his dislike for it.¡± ¡°His dislikes are his problem.¡± Sang Yan frowned, thinking: The Clothing Bureau had just finished making the clothes, and the dog Emperor summons her¡ªwearing the clothes he ordered would look like she was trying to entice him. God knows she had no interest in him whatsoever. ¡°` Sang Yan thought so and went her own way. Then she soon regretted it. Qingxin Hall The place where the Emperor used for leisure and relaxation. When Sang Yan arrived, a beautiful singer was playing the pipa and singing, while scantily-clad dancers twirled their skirts, blooming like vast patches of colorful flowers on the ground. Such a scene of peace and prosperity through music and dance. This Emperor, who was said to abstain from sexual pleasures, in fact, couldn¡¯t live without women, could he? While Sang Yan was criticizing inwardly, she saw a Red-Clothed Dancer¡¯s water sleeve, like a flexible snake, attempting to coil around the Emperor¡¯s neck. But the Emperor reacted quickly, grabbed the sleeve in time, secretly exerted force, and shattered the water sleeve. The Red-Clothed Dancer did not give up, drawing a Soft Sword from her waist and stabbing forward. ¡°Come, protect His Majesty! Someone wants to kill the dog¡ª¡± Sang Yan almost blurted out what was in her heart, swiftly covered her mouth, and hurriedly hid behind a large stone pillar. ¡°Tyrant! Give back my sister¡¯s life¡ª¡± The Red-Clothed Dancer, clearly cannon fodder, hadn¡¯t finished speaking when the Emperor seized the tip of her sword and flicked it, hitting her back in an instant, cutting a bloody slash across her pretty face. At that moment, the guards rushed in, and within a few moves, they captured her. ¡°Tyrant! Emperor! You will not die a good death!¡± The Red-Clothed Dancer was pressed to kneel on the ground by the guards, struggling violently and cursing nonstop. Sang Yan hid behind the pillar, watching all this and sighing: The Emperor turned out to be a martial artist. This was nothing but child¡¯s play¡ªthis assassination attempt. ¡°Come out.¡± He Ying looked toward the person peeking out from behind the pillar¡ªso it turned out that being shy was just a facade, she was more like a lively rabbit. Incredibly cute. He wanted to laugh but held back, deliberately keeping a stern face and said, ¡°You shout to protect me but hide far away, Sang Yan, do you realize your hypocrisy?¡± ¡°I know my sins.¡± Sang Yan knew that an assassination attempt on the Emperor was a serious matter, and everyone should rush to shield him; she had hidden far away, and she was lucky to be a woman, otherwise, if the Emperor took it seriously, she most definitely would incur his displeasure. Wait, the Emperor had been on the throne for over a decade and had been called a tyrant for just as long, so why did he face an assassination as soon as she arrived? Thinking of the original owner¡¯s husband-killing fate, Sang Yan felt the assassination was even more suspicious, letting her conspiracy theories run wild: Could someone be plotting against her? Thinking this, she kneeled to admit her wrongdoing: ¡°Emperor, I truly acknowledge my crime. Knowing I have a treacherous fate, yet I still approached You, I truly deserve death. Thankfully, it did not lead to a great disaster. Please, Your Majesty, immediately expel me¡ª¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± The more He Ying listened, the more he sensed something was off¡ªdid this woman want to use this as a chance to leave the Imperial Palace? But she did speak one truth¡ªthis assassination must have a mastermind behind it! With this thought, he stood up, walked over, and looking down at the Red-Clothed Dancer, demanded, ¡°Speak, who instructed you, and I will spare your lowly life!¡± ¡°Ha ha ha¡ª¡± The Red-Clothed Dancer burst into insane laughter, tears streaming down her face: ¡°No one instructed me! Your cruelty and bloodthirst are known to all, and everyone wants you dead! Emperor, you killed my sister, even as a ghost¡ª¡± ¡°Careful! She¡¯s going to kill herself!¡± Sang Yan saw the resolve for death in the eyes of the weeping Red-Clothed Dancer, but it was too late to stop her. Blood suddenly spurted. The Red-Clothed Dancer snatched the guard¡¯s sword and slashed her own throat. ¡°¡­none shall forgive you¡­¡± Her body fell to the ground. Eyes wide open. Dying with her eyes unshut. The blood flowed in meandering streams on the ground. A glaring red. Sang Yan, who was born in a civilized and wonderful modern society, witnessed such a scene for the first time, was so frightened she forgot how to breathe. A person had died! A young girl! Right in front of her! This horrible feudal society! Sang Yan¡¯s face turned ashen, and as her vision darkened, she felt weak and collapsed. Chapter 13 - Chapter 13: Chapter 013 Honor and Disgrace Chapter 13: Chapter 013 Honor and Disgrace He Ying looked at the woman who had fainted in fright and slightly frowned his thin lips, then he uttered three words with a slight movement, ¡°No backbone!¡± If you listened carefully, you would find that his tone was not purely one of disdain, but also carried a hint of pampering affection. When the faint-hearted Sang Yan woke, she was still in the palace. However, she wasn¡¯t on the ground, but on a soft couch. She glanced at the spot where the dancer had died, and it had been cleaned up so thoroughly that not a trace of blood could be seen, though a faint bloodstain still hung in the air. It made one want to vomit. ¡°Scared silly?¡± That familiar male voice carried a mocking undertone. Sang Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Emperor sitting on a chair not far away, staring unblinkingly at her. ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± She called out softly, showing weakness, ¡°I was truly frightened.¡± It was a living, breathing life after all. And now it was gone. Such a waste. He Ying did not know her thoughts and repeated those three words, ¡°No backbone.¡± However, this time it was clearly affectionate. Because right after saying this, he turned to Pei Muyang. Pei Muyang immediately picked up a bowl of medicine from the table and handed it over, ¡°Miss, it¡¯s just the right temperature. Please drink it.¡± Sang Yan looked at the black and red medicinal juice, frowned, and asked, ¡°What is this?¡± ¡°Soothing Soul Soup.¡± He Ying responded. ¡°Drink all of it.¡± His tone was gentle yet commanding. Sang Yan, feeling intimidated, hurriedly said, ¡°I feel much better now. There¡¯s no need to drink it.¡± ¡°You must drink it.¡± He Ying frowned, and his voice turned into a firm command. ¡°Miss, you should drink it.¡± Pei Muyang smiled appropriately and explained on He Ying¡¯s behalf, ¡°The Imperial Physician said that after being frightened, Miss must drink a bowl of Soothing Soul Soup upon waking; otherwise, you¡¯re likely to suffer from soul-loss later on.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± What the hell is soul-loss? It sounds pretty frightening. Looking at the master and servant, both stern and gentle, she obediently drank it. It was both bitter and sweet. An oddly unpleasant taste. ¡°Thank you.¡± She casually expressed her gratitude. But it seemed more like she was thanking Pei Muyang. He Ying scolded discontentedly, ¡°Ungrateful thing.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She sighed inwardly, got up, got out of bed, walked over, knelt down, and obediently said, ¡°I thank Your Majesty for the Soup.¡± He Ying was pleased but did not let her rise; instead, he decided to settle scores after the fact, ¡°I had someone make clothes for you, and I hear five outfits have already been delivered. Why haven¡¯t you worn them? Don¡¯t you like them?¡± As he asked, he didn¡¯t wait for her to reply, and his tone suddenly turned cold: ¡°If you don¡¯t like them, then there¡¯s no need for the Clothing Bureau to exist.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This tyrant! He¡¯d just been the target of an assassination¡ªcouldn¡¯t he be a bit more restrained? She didn¡¯t dare say she didn¡¯t like them and so she lied, ¡°I forgot. As soon as I heard Your Majesty¡¯s summons, I didn¡¯t dare delay and so I came right away.¡± ¡°Really?¡± He could guess somewhat at her thoughts, ¡°It¡¯s not that you don¡¯t want to wear them?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± I¡¯m exhausted. Talking to this despicable Emperor always has me on edge, it¡¯s just so exhausting. ¡°How could that be?¡± She gave a hypocritical smile, ¡°I haven¡¯t even seen such beautiful clothes before, I could hardly bear to wear them.¡± He Ying was pleased by her words and laughed, ¡°Why hesitate? You could wear a new set every day, and I would be more than able to supply them.¡± Saying this, he looked at Pei Muyang and gave a command, ¡°Go, bring them all here. I want to see if the Clothing Bureau has been neglecting their duties.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Is this really about inspecting the Clothing Bureau for negligence? It¡¯s clear he just wants to see her change into them! It¡¯s confirmed. This despicable Emperor is just like the overbearing CEOs in those novels; he enjoys watching women change clothes. Sigh. I can¡¯t change here! Randomly changing clothes¡ª if word got out, my reputation would be ruined. ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± She spoke up to stop him, ¡°There¡¯s no need for someone to fetch it. I shall wear it tomorrow. I¡¯ll wear it for you to see, alright?¡± The last sentence, soft and coquettish in tone. He Ying¡¯s heart stirred, and he nodded, ¡°Rise.¡± Seeing this, Sang Yan stood up hastily and changed the subject, ¡°Emperor, about the female assassin¡­ could it possibly affect my fate?¡± ¡°What¡¯s there to fear? I am protecting you. Whoever dares to slander will regret ever opening their mouth.¡± His words were truly domineering. For the first time, Sang Yan felt the exhilarating power of imperial authority. ¡°I thank the Emperor for his protection.¡± This time, she truly meant her thanks. He Ying sensed her sincerity and was pleased; he became more amiable, ¡°You were startled today; you need not keep me company for chess. Go back and rest.¡± Sang Yan couldn¡¯t wait to leave and quickly said, ¡°I thank the Emperor for his concern. I take my leave.¡± Seeing her eagerness to leave, He Ying didn¡¯t want her to go after all. In truth, letting her stay to rest here wouldn¡¯t affect anything. It¡¯s just that the interrogation would inevitably be bloody. And she was timid. Well then. He¡¯d train her courage later. ¡°Summon the Prison Department officers in.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± * Sang Yan returned to the side chamber of Yuesang Palace. She learned from Qiuzhi that Sang Ruoshui had received many rewards from the Empress Dowager. It seemed the Empress Dowager was still quite fond of her. She believed that action would soon follow. Indeed, it did. That afternoon, Sang Ruoshui came to have a detailed discussion, ¡°I heard the Emperor has a good capacity for liquor. It would be difficult for me to get him drunk alone. Sister, you must help me.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to get involved in their affairs and tactfully declined, ¡°I can¡¯t drink either. How can I help you? Besides, I¡¯m ill-fated, and it¡¯s not suitable for me to be close to the Emperor. Today, the Emperor was almost assassinated. Do you know that? If someone with an agenda uses me¡ª¡± To this moment, she was still shaken by the morning¡¯s incident. Sang Ruoshui listened and didn¡¯t take it to heart, ¡°Sister, you don¡¯t have to be afraid. The Emperor has ordered the Prison Department to conduct a thorough investigation. Who in the palace doesn¡¯t know its methods? I believe it will soon be found out who is playing tricks. Besides, the Emperor is the True Dragon Emperor; how could he be afraid of your fate? Moreover, the Emperor also said, if anyone dares to criticize Sister, they will be shown no mercy. With the Emperor supporting you, what¡¯s there to fear?¡± Sang Yan was silent. What a dangerous mindset to put all hope in the Emperor¡¯s favor! She warned herself internally and deliberately said on the surface, ¡°I¡¯m afraid I might fall in love with the Emperor and fight with you for him. What if, after getting him drunk, I also want to climb into his bed? What then?¡± Sang Ruoshui shockingly said, ¡°Then, let¡¯s do it together.¡± Sang Yan was speechless. Madness! Such audacity! She was scared, really scared, ¡°You should leave. I need some quiet.¡± ¡°Then Sister, think carefully.¡± Sang Ruoshui said nothing more, but before leaving, she played the card of kinship, ¡°We are sisters; we should share honor and disgrace.¡± Sang Yan was silent. Thank you. But inside, she was rejecting it. * Youlan Pavilion The lingering glow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting its light on Noble Princess Consort Lan Zhou Jinglan. She knelt, deeply engrossed in practicing her calligraphy on fine paper. ¡°He¡­ Ying¡­¡± Every stroke, filled with deep emotion, she poured her heart into the tip of her brush. Suddenly, Mingtao whisked aside the beaded curtain and hurried in, whispering a few words into her ear. ¡°They really said that?¡± Zhou Jinglan was so shocked that she dropped her brush. It fell onto the paper. Leaving a large, black blotch. Ruining the carefully written characters. She couldn¡¯t care less at that moment, her face white with shock as she exclaimed, ¡°How shameless! How dare they! That¡¯s the Emperor!¡± Mingtao fervently agreed, ¡°Yes! Those sisters have no shame, conspiring with intent, arrogant from favor. They plan to defile the harem. My Lady, we must report them to the Emperor!¡± ¡°No!¡± Zhou Jinglan patted her startled heart, speaking slowly, ¡°You also said it; they are arrogant from favor¡­ We are¡­ not their match. Moreover, the Emperor has just decreed that that woman is not to be criticized.¡± Mingtao was sweating with urgency, ¡°So what do we do? Do we just watch them gain favor?¡± Zhou Jinglan lowered her head, eyes fixed on the name on the paper, remaining silent. After a long while. A crazy idea popped into her head, ¡°What if¡­ we do the same as her? Get ahead of them¡­¡± Chapter 14 - Chapter 14: Chapter 014: Panic Chapter 14: Chapter 014: Panic Sang Yan still remembered the matter of putting on new clothes for the Emperor to see. Due to her internal resistance, she dragged her feet until dusk before she went to Qingxin Hall. In the hall the sound of silk and bamboo was pleasing to the ear. The Emperor was looking at petitions. ¡°Paying respects to the Emperor¡ª¡± Sang Yan knelt down and knocked her head on the floor, uttering flattering words, ¡°May the Emperor live a peaceful life.¡± There was no response. The Emperor appeared as if he hadn¡¯t heard her, leisurely reviewing the petition with a relaxed posture. The sound of silk and bamboo instruments suddenly stopped. The palace attendants left under Pei Muyang¡¯s orders. The hall became eerily quiet. Sang Yan felt that the Emperor was doing it on purpose, so she quietly knelt down and said no more. Mainly because she didn¡¯t know what to say. The Emperor¡¯s thoughts were deep and unfathomable, and given her absolute position of disadvantage, she could only go with the flow and act according to the circumstances. She believed he wouldn¡¯t make her wait too long. Indeed, just as she thought, He Ying soon spoke with a weird tone, ¡°I thought you had forgotten due to being overwhelmed with favors. We were about to send someone to invite you.¡± As he spoke, he did not lift his eyes to look at her. Sang Yan caught a glimpse of his actions, listened to his sarcastic tone, and couldn¡¯t help but feel nervous, forcing a smile, ¡°The Emperor misunderstands. I was thinking that the Emperor is busy with state affairs and did not dare to rashly come over and disturb you.¡± How could He Ying not hear that these were words meant to placate him? He lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at her with a feigned smile, ¡°You are quite considerate. Should I reward you for it? But what would be a suitable reward, I wonder?¡± His index finger tapped his forehead, pretending to be deep in thought. Sang Yan sensed that this was not going to be anything good and hastily said, ¡°No merit deserves no reward; I haven¡¯t done anything, how dare I accept any reward?¡± ¡°Then do something,¡± He Ying seemed to have been waiting for those exact words and laughed, ¡°Come here. Grind some ink for me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± A misstep. The Emperor¡¯s mind was too quick, she was no match for him. She could only resign herself to grinding ink. Right next to his right hand. A little too close. Fortunately, the desk was long, so she took the materials and went to the other end of the table to grind the ink for him. ¡°What are you doing?¡± He Ying frowned, confused by her actions. Sang Yan explained, ¡°Three steps away. Have you forgotten, Your Majesty?¡± He Ying remembered his own secret ailment, indeed having to keep a distance of three steps from her, and was at a loss for words for a moment. After a while, he smirked sarcastically, ¡°You do have a good memory.¡± He had forgotten that he needed to maintain a distance from women. This woman remembered so clearly, how much did she not want to be close to him? Sang Yan heard the displeasure in his voice and hastily tried to please, smiling, ¡°How dare I be negligent in matters concerning the Emperor?¡± She was too cautious in front of him. In fact, everyone acted this way when they saw him. But He Ying found that he didn¡¯t like that she acted the same, so he said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Even if you are negligent, I will not punish you.¡± Since the first time he saw her, he had made many exceptions for her. If Sang Yan were really a woman from ancient times, she likely would have taken the opportunity to climb up the social ladder by now. Unfortunately, she came from modern society and was deeply ¡°poisoned¡± by palace drama TV shows, avoiding the Emperor and the Imperial Palace like the plague. ¡°The Emperor is merciful. I am terrified.¡± Her attitude remained utterly respectful. Seeing this, He Ying knew that raising her courage would take time and could not be rushed, so he changed the subject, ¡°Take a look at this petition.¡± He pushed the petition in front of her. Without waiting for her refusal, he added, ¡°I absolve you of any wrongdoing. You cannot refuse.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She had no choice but to read it. The content was Imperial Censor Feng Yi accusing the Jizhou Governor Xie Sui of abusing torture, acting unjustly as a parental official, and calling for his immediate dismissal and investigation. [¡­Xie Sui is cruel and tyrannical by nature, addicted to killing, and half a month ago, mentioning that the execution scene was not grand enough, he consequently had all the prisoners in custody in various counties under his jurisdiction executed, resulting in a blood flow that did not stop for ten miles¡­] Sang Yan looked at the text and couldn¡¯t bring herself to imagine that scene. Too gory and brutal. ¡°What is your opinion?¡± He Ying looked at her, his gaze had softened somewhat, and encouraged her a bit, ¡°I absolve you of any wrongdoing.¡± Hearing him say that, Sang Yan was still very cautious, ¡°Your Majesty, my insights are shallow and I truly have no opinion.¡± Even if she had some opinions, she didn¡¯t want to say them out loud. In ancient times, women discussing politics was a very serious matter. Especially since she didn¡¯t want to stand out and attract the Emperor¡¯s attention. He Ying, unaware of the situation, was also dissatisfied with her response and asked with a frown, ¡°Nothing at all? He was recommended for his position by your father.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± What¡¯s the meaning of this? Is he implying that she could speak on his behalf? But such an official really deserved to be punished! The bloodshed extended for miles¡ªhow many prisoners had been killed? And among them, how many truly deserved death? In this world where people were treated as nothing, coupled with harsh penal laws, life was truly unbearable! ¡°The Emperor is wise and sagacious¡ªI believe Your Majesty already has a judgment in mind.¡± Sang Yan said this, clearly aware that the official words were meaningless. But she had no choice. In her view, she wasn¡¯t the ambitious protagonist of a time-traveling novel; all she could do was to keep to herself and quietly be a passerby in this world. ¡°And what judgment do you think I have come to?¡± He Ying looked at her with a smile that contained a hint of purpose. He knew she was playing dumb, but he wouldn¡¯t allow it. Sang Yan, unaware of his thoughts, lowered her eyes and spoke with a hint of helplessness, ¡°I dare not speculate on the divine will.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve said it before, you are forgiven of any wrongdoing.¡± He found himself repeating this often, his patience waning and tone intensifying: ¡°Sang Yan, you cannot shirk this.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She realized that unless she said something, the dog Emperor would never let it end. Fine then. Speak, if he insists. Whatever happens, happens. ¡°The Emperor is a wise ruler and must surely understand the principle of ¡®combining grace with severity.¡¯ While the state official¡¯s slaughter of prisoners might have the power to deter others as a warning, when it comes to the people, they still need to be taught and guided.¡± She voiced her opinion, also hinting at the ¡°judgment¡± of the Emperor¡ªthat he should be dissatisfied with the state official. ¡°Not bad,¡± said He Ying. He wasn¡¯t asking for much from Sang Yan; he was satisfied as long as she dared to speak up. As for her response, it was as he had expected¡ªreasonable and showing that she had potential. He was happy to have unearthed a gem and encouraged her, ¡°Then how should the punishment be administered?¡± Sang Yan knew it was necessary to speak carefully since her words could affect a person¡¯s life and future. After a moment of consideration, she cautiously asked, ¡°May I inquire why Your Majesty sent this man to govern Jizhou? Or rather, what is the security situation like in Jizhou?¡± There¡¯s a reason for every effect. She needed more information. Otherwise, without knowing the full picture, she withheld her judgment. He Ying hadn¡¯t expected her to be so thorough and was pleasantly surprised, revealing overt admiration, ¡°Well asked. You are more responsible than those ministers.¡± After praising her, he also clarified the details, ¡°Jizhou borders Beiqi Country. There, interactions between the two countries are frequent, cultures are muddled, customs are not ancient, and bandits roam freely. There are often spies from the enemy country stealing domestic intel. The last two governors both died under mysterious circumstances. Xie Sui came from a poor background, loathed evil as if it were an enemy, and had an iron hand¡ªa bit like me in my earlier days. That¡¯s why I appointed him to Jizhou.¡± So that¡¯s how it was. Sang Yan¡¯s attitude shifted, ¡°It seems, according to Your Majesty, Mr. Xie has served with merit in his governance.¡± He Ying shook his head, ¡°Although he has merit in governance, in a land of barbarians, education is also essential. To rule by brutality might be effective instantly, but it is not a sustainable strategy.¡± Sang Yan offered a timely compliment, ¡°Your Majesty is wise.¡± He Ying was writing the handling measures on the petition when he heard her. He looked up at her and said with a smile, ¡°You are also clever. From now on, there¡¯s no need to hide anything in front of me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It felt like everything was seen through by the dog Emperor. She numbly said, ¡°Your servant is terrified.¡± He Ying laughed lightly, ¡°Why are you terrified? Speak up, so I can provide a remedy.¡± Sang Yan feared this feudal autocratic era and his identity as the ruler of a country. But such things could not be plainly stated. All she could do was lower her eyes, ¡°Your Majesty asks knowing the answer.¡± He Ying¡¯s gaze became sharp as he looked at her, ¡°If I¡¯m knowingly asking, then you are knowingly committing the offense.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She was always left speechless by the dog Emperor. ¡°Your servant is terrified.¡± ¡°That¡¯s becoming your catchphrase.¡± He Ying mocked, then abruptly changed the subject, ¡°Since you¡¯ve put on new clothes, why do you still dress so plainly?¡± Sang Yan was clad in a simple pinkish-white palace gown, her long hair reaching her waist, tied only with a white silk ribbon, wearing not a single piece of jewelry, her makeup also understated. Thankfully, her natural beauty added a cool, ethereal charm. He Ying was initially captivated by this cold beauty, but now he felt a sense of untouchable distance which he did not like. Thus, not waiting for Sang Yan to say anything, he had a sudden realization and answered his own question, ¡°Oh, it¡¯s my oversight for forgetting to have a few headpieces made for you.¡± Sang Yan felt undeserving of such imperial favor and tactfully declined, ¡°Your servant prefers simplicity.¡± He Ying frowned upon hearing this, his tone suddenly turning cold, ¡°And what if I don¡¯t like it?¡± Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Chapter 015 Opportunity Chapter 15: Chapter 015 Opportunity His gaze weighed heavily upon her. Sang Yan knew the Emperor was not pleased, yet she did not seek to flatter him. Instead, she responded with a dignity that was neither servile nor overbearing, ¡°If the Emperor does not like it, then choose what he likes. The Imperial Palace is full of vibrant colors; there must be something to the Emperor¡¯s liking.¡± She was rejecting him. He Ying could tell, his face stern, he spoke in an annoyed tone, ¡°You seem more confident than I am.¡± If there really were suitable heirs in the Imperial Palace, would he still be without one to this day? Sang Yan felt this topic should not be pursued further, and so she changed the subject, ¡°Your Majesty, I came here today also bringing words from Princess Consort Sang. With your protection, her illness has significantly improved. She wishes to hold a banquet tonight and invites the Emperor to bestow his presence.¡± He Ying knew the purpose behind the banquet invitation. Initially, he had intended to indulge it, but hearing it from her now annoyed him. She was scheming with Princess Consort Sang against him. She was pushing him toward another woman. All of these indicated one thing¡ªshe had no interest in him. Perhaps her heart still held onto that dead man. How preposterous! Was he, the Emperor of the realm, inferior to a dead man? ¡°Princess Consort Sang is considerate.¡± He suppressed his jealousy, his smile more a grimace than a sign of happiness, ¡°However, as you have just mentioned, I am occupied with state affairs. There is no need for the banquet.¡± Sang Yan, unaware of the Emperor¡¯s true feelings, still urged him, ¡°Even if the Emperor is busy, he must look after his health. Rest is necessary for more effective work.¡± ¡°That does make some sense.¡± ¡°Your Majesty is wise.¡± ¡°Since you made such a gracious invitation, for your sake, I shall attend.¡± ¡°¡­I shall thank the Emperor on behalf of Princess Consort Sang.¡± Seeing her goal accomplished, Sang Yan stood up, bid her farewell, ¡°I shall return now to convey this good news to Princess Consort Sang.¡± He Ying nodded, his gaze following her graceful exit. Before long. Pei Muyang entered, ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± He Ying glanced at him, ¡°What is it?¡± Pei Muyang replied, ¡°A messenger from Youlan Pavilion has come with an invitation; Noble Princess Consort Lan has acquired a piece of Master Xiu Ming¡¯s calligraphy and requests your presence to admire it.¡± Master Xiu Ming was a calligrapher famed in his day. He was a man whose life revolved around alcohol, never writing unless inebriated, thus his reputation for drunken calligraphy. His drunken writing, wild and unrestrained like a galloping steed, ethereal like clouds and flowing water, had set the trend of the times. He Ying had a fondness for collecting his works. Noble Princess Consort Lan, catering to his interests, made it hard for him to decline. Of course, his main reason for not declining was to see what the Noble Consort was planning. Sang Yan had just invited him to a banquet, and now Noble Princess Consort Lan was inviting him to appreciate a treasure. How amusing. ¡°Your Majesty, will you attend?¡± Pei Muyang, seeing the Emperor silent, inquired once more. Upon hearing this, He Ying nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s make a stop along the way.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang turned to arrange for the sedan chair. * The sun dipped low in the west. Darkness fell. Lamps were lit in Youlan Pavilion. The lamplight was soft and dim. It was a very gentle and comfortable atmosphere. When He Ying arrived, the palace attendants were busy serving dishes and wine. ¡°Greetings to the Emperor¡ª¡± They knelt down one after another to pay their respects. He Ying waved his hand, ¡°I am not dining here. You all may leave.¡± Noble Princess Consort Lan, Zhou Jinglan, with a beaming smile, approached, ¡°Even if Your Majesty does not dine, please have some wine. To be slightly tipsy while admiring the drunken calligraphy, isn¡¯t that the best way to appreciate its beauty?¡± She made a good point. He Ying found himself unable to refuse at the moment. Zhou Jinglan, seeing that he had nothing more to say, personally poured the wine. The wine was not a strong liquor but a fruit wine. Rich and fragrant. Poured into a crystal cup, its orange-yellow hue was very pretty. ¡°This is lychee wine.¡± Zhou Jinglan picked up a cup, smiled deeply, and said softly, ¡°I heard that many of the lychees sent from Min State were damaged on the way, and the Emperor probably didn¡¯t get to taste many. Hence, I had someone make this lychee wine, hoping the Emperor would enjoy tasting it.¡± ¡°You are thoughtful, my consort,¡± he said. He Ying looked at the wine, staring at it for a long while, but did not take it. Zhou Jinglan felt guilty, her hand holding the wine cup trembled faintly under his seemingly all-perceiving gaze. Seeing this, He Ying was certain she was up to something, and his smile grew gentler, ¡°My consort, why do you seem so afraid of me today?¡± Zhou Jinglan, her face paling, took two steps back, lowered her head, and said, ¡°Your Majesty, forgive me. Seeing you, I was overly excited, I lost my composure for a moment and forgot that you should not be close to feminine charm.¡± She placed the cup on the table and looked to Pei Muyang, ¡°Would Mr. Pei please present it to the Emperor.¡± Pei Muyang took the wine cup and offered it before the Emperor. He Ying looked at the wine before him but still just looked, not taking it. Zhou Jinglan watched anxiously and swallowed hard, ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± Hearing her voice, He Ying finally took it. He held the wine, wafted it under his nose, and sniffed lightly. He did not drink it but said to her instead, ¡°My consort, are you so eager for me to drink this?¡± He was still giving her a chance. For a moment, Zhou Jinglan thought of backing down, but facing his kindly gaze and thinking of the imminent favor, of being his first woman, of bearing his heirs, she mustered her courage again, ¡°On such a beautiful night, with fine wine and the company of a beautiful woman, doesn¡¯t it please Your Majesty?¡± Seeing her persist, He Ying said no more, his face immediately turned cold, and he slammed the wine cup onto the table, barking, ¡°Call the Imperial Physician!¡± Hearing this, Zhou Jinglan¡¯s eyes were full of disbelief, ¡°Your Majesty!¡± She knelt down, tears falling, ¡°What wrong has your servant done?¡± ¡°Are you sure you want me to spell it out?¡± He Ying¡¯s voice was icy, and disgust was apparent in his eyes. He recognized the scent of the aphrodisiac at once. The former Emperor, his brother, had been ruined by such despicable things. ¡°Zhou Jinglan, your father is the Assistant Minister of Rites, a man who values propriety above all. Is this the kind of daughter he brought up?¡± His words were like a death sentence. Zhou Jinglan cried out in agony, ¡°Is it wrong for your servant to adore Your Majesty? Is it wrong for your servant to desire to bear Your Majesty¡¯s sons and daughters?¡± ¡°Your heart is not wrong, but your actions are a grave mistake. Zhou Jinglan, I have already given you a chance.¡± He Ying did not wish to say too much, turned his head away from her, and said indifferently, ¡°Issue the decree, for misconduct after drinking, for insubordination, Noble Consort Lan is demoted to Lan, confined to Youlan Pavilion, never to leave again.¡± This was nearly as severe as being sent to the Cold Palace. Noble Consort Lan, now demoted to Lan, never expected that her brief favor was merely a fleeting dream. It was over. Everything was over. She collapsed to the ground, her hairpin from her head and her long dark hair spread out. ¡°Your Majesty, please reconsider¡ª¡± Her closest palace maid, Mingtao, rushed in, knelt down, and started kowtowing desperately, ¡°Your Majesty, the consort did this out of desperation. It is the Sang sisters! Yes, it¡¯s their doing¡ª¡± ¡°Silence!¡± He Ying barked angrily, not wishing to involve Sang Yan in this matter. But Mingtao, for the sake of her mistress, disregarded everything else and continued, ¡°They intended to intoxicate Your Majesty to commit indecent acts. The consort, upon hearing this, acted impulsively in a moment of indignation¡ª¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± He Ying was utterly furious, grabbing the wine cup and smashing it to the ground, he commanded, ¡°You vile slave, stirring up trouble! Guards, drag her away, beat her to death!¡± When an Emperor is enraged, death is sure to follow. The eunuchs immediately obeyed, dragging her out. Mingtao, knowing there would be no good end after what she had said, prepared to face death, so she did not beg for mercy. As she was being dragged away, she still shouted loudly, ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s the Sang sisters who are the real culprits! Should anyone be punished, it should be them! Your Majesty, your consort is innocent, your consort is innocent¡ª¡± In no time. The sound of the execution could be heard outside. The dull thuds of the sticks on flesh, each hit grating. Zhou Jinglan was as if awakened by the blows, seeing the Emperor about to leave, she burst forward in a rush of urgency, threw herself at him, grabbed his legs, pleading, ¡°Your Majesty, stop! Please stop!¡± He Ying hadn¡¯t expected Zhou Jinglan to dare touch him, caught off guard, she held him firmly, and he immediately began to itch and hurt. Burning sensations rapidly crept up his legs to his torso, arms, and neck¡ª Large patches of red welts made him feel disgusted and irritable, ¡°Let go! Zhou Jinglan, if you do not let go, I will have the entire Youlan Pavilion buried with you for your foolishness! Guards!¡± Chapter 16 - Chapter 16: Chapter 016 Protection Chapter 16: Chapter 016 Protection The eunuch had already tried to pull Zhou Jinglan away. But Zhou Jinglan struggled desperately, clinging tightly: ¡°Emperor, every mistake is my fault! Mingtao was just following orders! Please, spare her!¡± But pleading at such a time was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire! He Ying was in unbearable pain and frustration, sweat beading on his forehead, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot, and he kicked her away with one foot. The kick was powerful. Zhou Jinglan spat out a mouthful of blood from the force. She lay on the ground, looking up at the man she deeply loved, her swollen eyes filled with despair and resentment: ¡°Would you have treated the Sang sisters this way, turning your face away so heartlessly?¡± At that moment, it seemed that nothing was more sorrowful than a heart that had died, and she wanted to know¡ªif the Sang sisters, or Sang Yan, had done so, what would the Emperor¡¯s attitude have been? Would he have been on his guard from the moment he entered Yuesang Palace? ¡°Emperor, do you know that if you go to Yuesang Palace, you will encounter even more outrageous things?¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± He Ying¡¯s face was cold, and he harshly commanded: ¡°You have made a grave mistake, have not repented, and even dare to drag others down with you! Your crime is unforgivable!¡± ¡°Am I the one dragging others down, or is the Emperor protecting someone!¡± Zhou Jinglan screamed, driven mad with jealousy: ¡°The Emperor is the Master of the World, with eyes and ears everywhere. As soon as you came here, your guard was up. You must have already known about the plots in Yuesang Palace!¡± He Ying, seeing her mad and terrifying state, despised her even more and no longer hid his feelings: ¡°You are clever. But unfortunately, cleverness has led you astray and ruined my plans.¡± He had intended to get drunk and favor Sang Yan. After all, he had to favor a woman to have an heir, and he was very willing for that woman to be Sang Yan. He believed that his fondness for her could help him bear the pain of his strange illness to complete the favor. Unfortunately, everything was ruined! ¡°Ha ha ha¡ª¡± He admitted it. He actually admitted it. Zhou Jinglan laughed, tilting her head back, her laughter tragic and pitiful: ¡°Ha ha, in the end, it turns out I am the fool.¡± She gave up hope, lost the face of her family, and implicated everyone at Youlan Pavilion, leaving herself no way out. ¡°This lowly concubine knows her sins are heavy¡ª¡± Her hair disheveled, she closed her eyes, no longer shedding tears, her voice calm: ¡°But the people of Youlan Pavilion are innocent. I am willing to die to atone¡ª¡± Saying this, she suddenly got up and slammed her head against the wall. Blood gushed out instantly. It covered half of her face. ¡°Please, Emperor¡­ be merciful¡­ forgive¡­ them¡­¡± Her voice grew softer and softer. Her body slumped to the floor like soft mud. He Ying looked on indifferently, saying nothing. The Imperial Physician happened to run in at that moment. He was a round, pudgy man, panting heavily and sweating profusely from his run from the Imperial Hospital. If not for the little eunuch holding him, he would have almost fallen. ¡°This humble servant greets the Emperor¡ª¡± The Imperial Physician bowed and then, looking up at the Emperor¡¯s seizure, immediately opened his medical box and took out the Jade Frost Ointment: ¡°Quick, apply this to the Emperor.¡± The little eunuch took the Jade Frost Ointment and presented it to imperial eunuch Pei Muyang. Pei Muyang then presented it to the Emperor. He Ying didn¡¯t accept it, and pointing towards Zhou Jinglan, commanded irritably in a low growl: ¡°Over there! Someone is dying! Don¡¯t you see?¡± Only then did the Imperial Physician notice Zhou Jinglan lying in a pool of blood. He trembled in fear: ¡°What has happened to the Lady¡ª¡± He Ying, enduring the itching and pain, kicked the man over: ¡°Shut up! Save her!¡± * The disaster at Youlan Pavilion quickly spread to the ears of the entire palace. Some rejoiced, others grieved. Sang Ruoshui was among those who grieved! She had planned to intoxicate the Emperor to win his favors, but Zhou Jinglan beat her to it and did not end well. Although it served as a warning to her and even spared her from disaster, it ruined her plans. What to do next? She looked at the disheartened Sang Yan and asked, ¡°Sister, the Emperor probably won¡¯t come now, this plan is no longer feasible, what should we do?¡± Sang Yan was still troubled by the disturbing news¡ªConcubine Lan, with an aphrodisiac, intended to commit an indiscretion and was severely punished by the Emperor, and her personal palace maid Mingtao was executed. If it weren¡¯t for Concubine Lan¡¯s suicide in apology, the others would hardly escape death. The tyrant had killed again. If Concubine Lan had not taken the step earlier, would their fate have been the same? Although she didn¡¯t plan to drug the wine with an aphrodisiac, the intent was the same, and it probably wouldn¡¯t have ended well, right? Sang Yan felt fortunate, yet more than that, she was fearful¡ªshe had underestimated the situation! That was the Emperor! Holding the power of life and death over everyone! ¡°Sister, don¡¯t be frightened away.¡± Sang Ruoshui still needed Sang Yan to lead the charge for her and did not permit her to retreat, persuading her: ¡°Zhou Jinglan brought death upon herself by being reckless. The Emperor did not intend to take her life. Her drugging of the wine, furthermore causing the Emperor to fall ill, is indeed a crime deserving death. The Emperor allowing the Imperial Physician to save her is already exceedingly generous.¡± She had no sympathy for Zhou Jinglan. Rather, she felt that Zhou Jinglan, by taking the Emperor first, had overestimated her capabilities and sought her own death. How could the Emperor be seduced by someone like her? She received a bit of favor and forgot who she was, to end up like this was indeed her just desserts! ¡°If it weren¡¯t for Lan, the ones crying now might be us.¡± Sang Yan could not agree with her views. Lan was indeed at fault, but in the end, it was this cruel feudal society that devoured people. Lan¡¯s crimes did not merit death! Yet she was forced to die to apologize! ¡°How could that be? The Emperor would never treat my sister that way.¡± Sang Ruoshui, thinking of the Emperor, had an idea, ¡°Sister, the Emperor is ill, shall we go visit him?¡± Previously, when the Emperor was sick, it was considered a beautiful tale for the concubines to attend to him. Unfortunately, the Emperor suffered from a strange illness that made him unable to be near women. Sang Yan laughed, ¡°He¡¯s already sick, and you still want to visit? Do you want his condition to worsen?¡± She did not have much in common with Sang Ruoshui, so she did not say much and simply stated, ¡°I¡¯m tired.¡± Then she went back to her side palace to rest. She needed to think about how to leave this place of trouble! Side Palace Qiuzhi was making the bed and, seeing her come in, hurried over to greet her, concerned, ¡°Miss, what happened? You look terrible.¡± Sang Yan waved her hands, not wanting to elaborate, and after a brief wash, she lay down on the bed. Ever since she entered the Imperial Palace, there had not been a day she wasn¡¯t tense. She thought about leaving the palace. But how could she leave? Request the Empress Dowager to let her go? But if the matter was not settled, upon her return, would her real parents easily give up? Would the Emperor allow her to leave? Thinking over and over, she grew more tired. Gradually, Sang Yan fell asleep. Perhaps it was as they say, daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams. In the dream She ended up becoming the Emperor¡¯s concubine, but because she accidentally touched him, causing him to fall ill, he ordered her to be beaten to death with clubs! Bang! Bang! The heavy clubs repeatedly struck her back. It was too painful. She felt her spine was about to break. Crying, she pleaded for mercy, but the Emperor was unmoved and even wielded the club himself. Bang! He broke her leg bones with a strike. The excruciating pain made her sweat profusely and bite till her mouth bled. She felt like she was going to die from the pain. Yet he seemed heartbroken, squatting down, gently touching her face, and softly saying, ¡°Would you dare to leave me again?¡± She was in so much pain she couldn¡¯t speak. She could only look at him and cry. Crying turned his face into Lan¡¯s. Lan, covered in blood, reached out her hands, also covered in blood, and then, with those blood-soaked hands, she strangled Sang Yan¡¯s neck, crying bitterly, ¡°You killed me! Sang Yan, if you hadn¡¯t advised Sang Ruoshui, how would I have been driven to desperation? Bitch! You killed me! Give me my life back!¡± The feeling of suffocation made her struggle in discomfort. ¡°No!¡± She sat up in shock, staring wide-eyed, gasping for air. Qiuzhi was sleeping on a small cot next to the bed. Hearing her, she immediately got up to light a lamp and softly asked, ¡°Miss, what¡¯s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?¡± Sang Yan, breathing heavily, hoarse, couldn¡¯t speak. Seeing this, Qiuzhi hurried to pour her some tea. The tea was still on the stove. It was still hot. Sang Yan took a sip, and her throat felt a bit better. Outside, it was still dark. She asked, ¡°What time is it?¡± Qiuzhi replied, ¡°I just heard the watchman; it should be around three to five in the morning.¡± Sang Yan calculated the time, knowing dawn was near. She finished her tea and tried to sleep again, but she couldn¡¯t. The nightmare still tugged at her heart. Especially Zhou Jinglan¡¯s fate¡ªhad she¡­ died? As soon as it was light, she couldn¡¯t wait to instruct Qiuzhi, ¡°Go find out how Lan is doing?¡± Chapter 17 - Chapter 17: Chapter 017: Benefiting from Association Chapter 17: Chapter 017: Benefiting from Association An hour later, Qiuzhi returned. She had been in the side hall all of yesterday and had just learned about the incident at Youlan Pavilion. She was clearly frightened, her voice trembling as she spoke, ¡°Miss, it¡¯s good¡­ it wasn¡¯t you and her majesty¡­¡± She was relieved, but also full of palpitations, ¡°That Lan¡­ I heard she is still unconscious. The Imperial Physician said her condition is not very good.¡± Sang Yan listened without speaking for a long time. Actually, she had expected this. In this era of backward medical conditions, it was very likely that Lan, who had hit her head, could not be saved. ¡°Alas.¡± She sighed deeply, lying on her bed, feeling a stifling heaviness in her heart. Seeing her like this, Qiuzhi tried to comfort her, ¡°Miss, don¡¯t think too much, Lan¡­ she made a mistake herself. It¡¯s not the fault of others.¡± Sang Yan shook her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, worried and anxious, ¡°I always feel¡­ she knew about my plan with Sang Ruoshui, which is why she took such a risk. If it wasn¡¯t for me, perhaps she wouldn¡¯t have¡­¡± ¡°Miss, please don¡¯t say that¡ª¡± Qiuzhi interrupted her self-blame, continuing, ¡°Miss didn¡¯t force her to do that with a knife, it was her own greed and recklessness. Besides, Miss only intended to get the Emperor drunk, not to poison his drink. Intentionally harming the Dragon¡¯s body is a crime punishable by the extermination of one¡¯s entire family.¡± Did Sang Yan not know this? However, being kind-hearted and gentle, she always felt it was she who had disturbed the peace of the harem. ¡°Alas.¡± She sighed again, lethargic and spiritless. Just then, a lot of people rushed in. It was Sang Ruoshui. She wore a pink palace dress, her makeup was stunning and her hair was adorned with tinkling pearl hairpins. She looked dazzling and imposing. ¡°Why is sister still in bed?¡± Her smile was as lovely as flowers, her tone affectionate as she walked over and sat by the bed, reaching for her hand. Sang Yan felt she was more and more like a man-eating flower and did not want to get close to her. She withdrew her hand, asking coldly, ¡°Why have you come?¡± One does not go to the Temple of the Three Treasures without a purpose. Sang Ruoshui had definitely come to ask for something. As expected. Sang Ruoshui indeed had a request. But before asking, she knew to say some pleasing words, ¡°I heard sister did not sleep well last night, so I came to see you. Sister, were you frightened last night? I didn¡¯t expect sister to be so timid.¡± As she spoke, her language revealed a hint of contempt. She had once seen her as a rival, but now it seemed she only had a bit of cleverness and was hardly fit for great things. Listening to her disdain, Sang Yan barely smiled on the surface, but inwardly she sneered: misfortune had not befallen herself, of course, it was easy for others to speak indifferently. If she were Lan, she doubted she would have the courage to atone with death. ¡°Sister, don¡¯t be afraid. We have the Empress Dowager backing us. For the sake of the heir, she would also pardon our occasional transgressions.¡± Oh, so the Empress Dowager had given her confidence. It seemed that her recent visit to pay respect to the Empress Dowager indeed bore fruitful results. Sang Yan understood the implications and smiled as she saw her out, ¡°Thank you for your concern. I understand. If there¡¯s nothing else, you should go back first.¡± ¡°I also have a small matter.¡± Sang Ruoshui smiled, explaining her intention, ¡°Little sister heard that the Emperor has canceled the morning court; it seems he has not recovered from illness, and I am quite worried. What about you, sister? The Emperor treats you with genuine affection and thorough care, aren¡¯t you worried?¡± Sang Yan remained silent. She truly did not know how Sang Ruoshui could tell that the Emperor treated her with genuine affection and thorough care! Wait a minute¡ª Wasn¡¯t this the legendary ¡®hate-flattery¡¯? If she weren¡¯t clear-headed, such instigation might indeed make her foolishly believe that the Emperor held deep feelings for her and thus become arrogant! Was this Sang Ruoshui¡¯s unintentional behavior, or was she always pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger? Thinking, she feigned sadness, managing a bitter smile, ¡°Sister is joking. I am a married woman; how can I worry about another man?¡± No matter what, she couldn¡¯t let the persona of a lovelorn widow collapse. ¡°Since little sister is worried, you should go ahead. I am devoted to my late husband and should not be going.¡± She was now more afraid of the Emperor, how could she actively seek him out? ¡°Sister should speak less of these words in the future; the Emperor may know and be angry again.¡± Sang Ruoshui was emotionally complex: both sympathetic to her tragic fate and envious of her having caught the Emperor¡¯s eye. She did not insist on them going together, only saying, ¡°Then you rest well, sister.¡± And she left. She went to visit the Emperor. Only when she arrived at Qingning Palace did she realize that many concubines had come already. There were beauties of all sorts, each with her own charm. They were like colorful flowers, vibrantly blooming in front of Qingning Palace. She was neither the first nor the last. ¡°The Emperor said he will see no one today. All of you Ladies should return,¡± Pei Muyang came out to convey the Emperor¡¯s words. He saw Sang Ruoshui among the concubines and subconsciously looked beside her, but not seeing Miss Sang, he withdrew his gaze. Sang Ruoshui caught the slight movement of Pei Muyang, immediately stepped forward, and whispered, ¡°Mr. Pei, my sister is ill and could not come. She asked me to relay a few words to the Emperor.¡± She didn¡¯t want to return without achieving anything, so she lied under the pretense of using Sang Yan¡¯s name. Unaware of the truth, Pei Muyang¡¯s expression changed upon hearing Miss Sang was ill and solemnly said, ¡°Lady, wait here; I will inform the Emperor immediately.¡± ¡°Thank you, Mr. Pei.¡± Sang Ruoshui thanked him graciously, her face filled with gratitude, but her heart was stifled. She still had to rely on Sang Yan¡¯s influence! How detestable! Some of the concubines hadn¡¯t left yet. Seeing this scene, they felt envious and resentful: ¡°Look, she¡¯s using her widowed sister again to catch the Emperor¡¯s attention!¡± ¡°Shameless creature! Already a widow and still can¡¯t stay put!¡± ¡°A widow daring to dream of becoming the Emperor¡¯s concubine!¡± ¡°Even if she has a husband-killing fate!¡± ¡­ Indignant voices rose and fell. Sang Ruoshui felt both ashamed and enraged. Her tactics for seeking favor were indeed disgraceful, which is why she especially feared being talked about. ¡°How dare you!¡± Enraged and humiliated, she rushed to Princess Consort Li, who had started the provocation, and slapped her across the face. ¡°Slap.¡± It was very loud. Princess Consort Li, Qu Xueli, covered her face, eyes wide with disbelief, ¡°You dare to hit me!¡± She and Sang Ruoshui held the same rank, neither inferior nor superior to each other. In terms of family status, her father was the Minister of Revenue, a position that actually exceeded Sang Ruoshui. ¡°I hit you precisely!¡± Sang Ruoshui, feeling confident and arrogant, retaliated, ¡°Have you forgotten? The Emperor said not to criticize my sister. You all knowingly violate this, showing contempt for imperial authority, what should be your punishment?¡± Her words had a daunting effect. The gossiping concubines¡¯ faces changed, and none dared to speak anymore. Qu Xueli was scared too, but being humiliated and slapped in front of so many people, if she let it go easily, she might as well cease to exist. People live on breath. She brazenly retorted, ¡°I was talking about Miss Sang? Who heard it?¡± Those involved immediately shook their heads and collectively said, ¡°Not us! We didn¡¯t say anything! We know nothing!¡± Those not involved watched the fight between the two tigresses in silence. But as the glares of the two tigresses fell on them, they felt a hint of being forced to pick sides. At this time, the Empress was in name only, without real power, Imperial Concubine Xuan had been thrown into the Cold Palace by the Emperor, and the newly promoted Noble Princess Consort Lan had faded away as quickly as she had appeared, reduced to Lan. Looking around, Princess Consort Li, who had been in the palace the longest and was the first to be honored, was actually standing out. As for Princess Consort Sang? Everyone knew she was a rising star. Just as they hesitated, Pei Muyang reappeared, flicked his horsetail whisk, and said, ¡°Princess Consort Sang, the Emperor summons you.¡± This statement felt like a hard slap on Princess Consort Li¡¯s face. Those concubines who had been undecided immediately aligned themselves behind Sang Ruoshui. Sang Ruoshui, watching Princess Consort Li¡¯s almost twisted face, smiled triumphantly, ¡°Princess Consort Li, you just wait!¡± Qu Xueli stomped her foot in anger, glancing at the panicking concubines and trying to compose herself, ¡°What¡¯s there to fear? The recent misfortunes of the Emperor are caused by that husband-killing widow, we are just cleansing the Emperor¡¯s side!¡± ¡°Lady!¡± Her close friend, Jinpin Xie Jinhua, cried out in alarm and hurriedly covered her mouth, ¡°Lady, be careful with your words. ¡®Cleansing the Emperor¡¯s side¡¯ is not something to be said lightly!¡± Qu Xueli then realized her slip of the tongue and turned pale with panic. Above the steps, Pei Muyang watched all this silently, saying nothing. Sang Ruoshui, holding up her skirt, walked up the steps and asked with a smile, ¡°Mr. Pei, did you hear Princess Consort Li disrespecting the Emperor?¡± Pei Muyang nodded with a smile, his glance toward Princess Consort Li already filled with a trace of sympathy. Knowing Pei Muyang was the Emperor¡¯s new favorite, Qu Xueli completely panicked, ¡°What should I do? Sister Jinhua, what should I do? That wretch will surely tattle!¡± Chapter 18 - Chapter 18: Chapter 018 Pleading Chapter 18: Chapter 018 Pleading Sang Ruoshui entered Qingning Palace. Inside the fragrance of Jade Frost Ointment lingered. Through the fluttering gauze curtains, one could see the Emperor¡¯s blurry figure. He was clad in a loose black silk robe, his hair disheveled, clearly still tormented by the strange illness. ¡°Your servant pays respects to the Emperor¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui greeted, bowing gracefully through the gauze curtains. A beauty blooming before one¡¯s eyes. He Ying was lacking in interest, and without even a glance, he simply asked, ¡°You said your sister is ill? How did she fall ill? Has she seen the Imperial Physician? What did the Imperial Physician say? What illness? Is it serious?¡± His every sentence was about her. Sang Ruoshui thought about her own recent illness, which he had not asked about at all. Is this the vast difference simply for catching his eye? She was filled with jealousy, fiercely suppressing it, while also thinking of Princess Consort Li¡¯s matter, she took the opportunity to assert, ¡°Your Majesty, it seems my sister fell ill after hearing those ridiculous rumors, weighing heavily on her heart.¡± ¡°What ridiculous rumors?¡± ¡°I dare not speak of them.¡± ¡°You are forgiven.¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui knelt down, embellishing the story of how Princess Consort Li and a group of concubines had spoken ill of Sang Yan: ¡°¡­ they said my sister was promiscuous and despised herself, the so-called ¡®husband-killer¡¯; that my sister¡¯s scandal was exposed, plotting harm against them, they also called my sister a calamity for men, pleading for a pure side for the Emperor. Your Majesty, you must uphold justice for my sister!¡± ¡°Really?¡± He Ying drew back the gauze curtain, casting a chilly gaze toward Pei Muyang, his eyes tinged with a hint of murderous intent. With the Emperor¡¯s imperial pressure bearing down, Pei Muyang lowered his head and said, ¡°¡­ Your Majesty, it is indeed so.¡± ¡°How dare they!¡± An enraged He Ying stormed out, his face reddened and still dotted with unsubsided hives. Last night had been his worst bout of the illness. Now was his most irritable: ¡°What are you waiting for? Issue the order, all the concubines involved are to be sent to the Cold Palace. Any further slander will be met with death!¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang hurried to carry out the command. He Ying turned his head, staring at Sang Ruoshui, and continued asking: ¡°How is your sister now? Has she seen the Imperial Physician? Is it serious?¡± Sang Ruoshui felt guilty, and dared not meet He Ying¡¯s gaze, murmuring with lowered eyes: ¡°My sister says she is well. She did not let the Imperial Physician examine her.¡± ¡°How can she not see the Imperial Physician when she is ill? And you let her be?¡± He Ying frowned deeply, dissatisfied with Sang Ruoshui¡¯s behavior. Sang Ruoshui¡¯s heart ached from his reproach, and though tears rolled down her cheeks in grievance, she responded: ¡°It was your servant¡¯s lack of thought, I beg the Emperor for forgiveness.¡± He Ying heard this but said no more, instead summoning an Imperial Physician to Yuesang Palace. Sang Ruoshui waited until he had finished giving orders before she spoke up again: ¡°How is your body, Your Majesty? You are also ill, and it deeply concerns me.¡± The beauty¡¯s tender concern. He Ying was unmoved, his face showing indifference: ¡°I am well. You may go back. Take good care of your sister. You are intelligent; if your sister is well, you will be well, and your Sang Family will be well.¡± He was temporarily unable to meet with Sang Yan, fearing she might not be treated well, so he simply put everything on the table. Sang Ruoshui had long understood this, yet still hearing it firsthand pierced her heart. ¡°I understand.¡± She forced a bright smile, respectfully bowed, and left the hall. Outside the hall At the foot of the stairs Only Qu Xueli was kneeling and wailing loudly: ¡°Your Majesty, I am wronged. Your Majesty, I am wronged.¡± Upon seeing this, Sang Ruoshui¡¯s previously subdued mood instantly vanished. She could not let Princess Consort Li meet with the Emperor. ¡°How dare you!¡± Sang Ruoshui rushed down the steps, struck Princess Consort Li with a slap, wearing a triumphant smile: ¡°Outside the Emperor¡¯s resting chambers, how dare a lowly woman like you wail and scream!¡± With that, she turned to the two guards escorting the prisoner and shouted angrily: ¡°She is nothing but an abandoned concubine now, what are you waiting for? Hurry and drag her to the Cold Palace!¡± The two guards had been bribed with Princess Consort Li¡¯s jewelry to allow her a moment of outcry outside the hall. Now, seeing Princess Consort Sang¡¯s displeasure and knowing she was the Emperor¡¯s favored concubine, they did not dare linger and immediately dragged Princess Consort Li away. Poor Qu Xueli was sobbing, her mouth gagged, unable to make a sound any longer. Sang Ruoshui watched with satisfaction. Although the victory of the situation was solely due to Sang Yan¡¯s influence. But what of it? Sang Yan was her best bargaining chip! In Yuesang Palace In a side chamber Sang Yan lay in bed, trying to catch some sleep. She didn¡¯t fall asleep, but she figured out how to leave the Imperial Palace. The key was to help Sang Ruoshui conceive an heir. As long as Sang Ruoshui got pregnant, the Sang Family would no longer think of sending her to the palace. But how could they obtain an heir? Even under the premise that the Emperor could not consort with women? It¡¯s not to say that Sang Yan hadn¡¯t thought of a method¡ªartificial insemination. However, medical conditions in ancient times certainly couldn¡¯t meet the necessary standards. But during a woman¡¯s ovulation period, if they could obtain the Emperor¡¯s¡­ and somehow get it into the woman¡¯s body, there was a chance it could succeed. Just like the news stories that say a woman became mysteriously pregnant while swimming in a swimming pool. It showed that in this vast world, nothing was impossible. As long as the Emperor himself was willing to cooperate. But given the Emperor¡¯s proud and domineering personality, the probability of his cooperation was very low. Sang Yan felt it might be possible to pressure the Empress Dowager to intervene. Perhaps after presenting this idea, she could retire successfully. ¡°Miss, Miss¡ª¡± Lost in her thoughts, Qiuzhi¡¯s voice broke through. Sang Yan came back to her senses and looked up, meeting Qiuzhi¡¯s anxious eyes. She asked, puzzled, ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°The Imperial Physician has arrived.¡± There were two Imperial Physicians. One old, one plump. Upon entering, they said they were ordered by the Emperor to treat her and asked her to extend her arm. Sang Yan was confused: ¡°I¡¯m perfectly fine. I¡¯m not sick. Why would the Emperor send you to treat me?¡± Could it be an excuse to examine her body? Did he want her to bear his child? As she entertained these conspiratorial thoughts¡ª The older Imperial Physician explained the reason: ¡°It was Princess Consort Sang who said Miss was ill. It¡¯s because of her that the Emperor commanded us to come here.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It was that Sang Ruoshui again! Why did she mention her illness when visiting the Emperor? Could it be that the Emperor didn¡¯t see her, so she used her name instead? ¡°Please extend your arm¡ª¡± The old Imperial Physician arranged his instruments and spread a clean handkerchief: ¡°Miss, please don¡¯t make this difficult for us. After our examination, we still need to report back to the Emperor.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± In the end, she was too kind-hearted to make things difficult for them, so she extended her arm. While being examined, a commotion arose outside. Qiuzhi went out to see and soon came back, pointing outside the palace, alarmed, ¡°There are many concubines outside, all kneeling down. Miss, you should take a look¡ª¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t fully understand the situation, but after the Imperial Physicians finished their examination, she got out of bed to take a look. And then she saw the space outside the palace filled with kneeling figures¡ªone, two, three, four concubines. The leading concubine wore a goose-yellow palace dress, her fair and beautiful face radiating with a pearl-like luster. ¡°Miss Sang, I am Xie Jinhua. I beg you for your magnanimity to spare Princess Consort Li and the others. Although they disrespected and offended you with their words, their crimes do not warrant this punishment.¡± ¡°What do you mean? What are you talking about?¡± Sang Yan couldn¡¯t understand her words. However, she vaguely guessed it must be something the Emperor had done. ¡°Stand up first.¡± She disliked seeing people kneel. Xie Jinhua and the others did not rise. Seeing this, Sang Yan sighed, ¡°Stand up, please. Explain clearly what happened, and then I can address your request.¡± Upon hearing this, Xie Jinhua and the others began to rise¡ª ¡°Stay kneeling. Why get up? Aren¡¯t you betting on my sister¡¯s soft heart?¡± It was Sang Ruoshui who had arrived. She sat arrogantly on the palanquin, looking down as if viewing a group of ants. When Sang Yan saw her, she asked, ¡°What exactly happened?¡± Sang Ruoshui instructed the Palace Attendants to lower the palanquin and began explaining as she stepped down, ¡°Princess Consort Li and the others criticized your husband-killing fate. The Emperor simply administered a minor punishment as a major warning.¡± ¡°Miss Sang, although Princess Consort Li and the others spoke disrespectfully, being sent to the Cold Palace is too pitiful.¡± Xie Jinhua knelt closer to Sang Yan, pleading earnestly, ¡°Please extend your mercy and persuade the Emperor to retract his decree. We would be immensely grateful and never forget your kindness.¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Sang Ruoshui glared at Xie Jinhua, warning her, ¡°Jinpin, you are quite loyal to Princess Consort Li! But don¡¯t forget, by speaking for Princess Consort Li, you¡¯re opposing the Emperor, questioning his decision! Your brother in Jizhou is currently detested by the Emperor for slaughtering tens of thousands of prisoners! Do you wish to doom your brother?¡± Xie Jinhua, concerned about her brother, showed a flicker of worry, but then resolutely said, ¡°Princess Consort Sang, the crimes of Princess Consort Li and the others aren¡¯t so grave!¡± The other concubines also chimed in, ¡°Please, Princess Consort Sang, Miss Sang, show us mercy.¡± ¡°Idiots!¡± Sang Ruoshui, unable to scare them off, commanded the Palace Attendants, ¡°What are you looking at? Disperse them! Just looking at them is irritating!¡± The Palace Attendants, hearing her order, dared not forcefully remove anyone, only whispering, ¡°Ladies, please don¡¯t make it hard for us. You should go back. The Emperor has said, anyone who slanders Miss Sang deserves death¡­¡± Sang Ruoshui, hearing this, spoke high and mighty, ¡°Did you hear that? Even the Palace Attendants know this, and yet you shamelessly come begging my sister to intercede for you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough! Stop!¡± Sang Yan, having understood the situation, intervened, ¡°I know what to do now.¡± Chapter 19 - Chapter 19: Chapter 019 Offering a Strategy Chapter 19: Chapter 019 Offering a Strategy Sang Yan went to Yongshou Palace. Yongshou Palace was where Empress Dowager Pei Yiqing resided. From afar, the floating scent of Buddha Beads could be detected. ¡°I am Sang Yan, wife of the Marquis Zhongyi Mansion¡¯s Princely Heir, I have a very important matter and seek an audience with the Empress Dowager.¡± Sang Yan stated her identity and purpose to the eunuch guarding outside the palace. The gatekeeping eunuch promptly went to announce her within. Shortly after, she was allowed to enter. Sang Yan expressed her thanks. Once inside, she kept her gaze straight, displaying a solemn demeanor. ¡°I, your servant Jiang Sang, pay my respects to the Empress Dowager¡ª¡± She knelt and performed the ritualistic salute. In a short time, the scrutinizing gaze of the person above descended upon her. Heavy like a thousand-pound weight. Inside the hall, the scent of the Buddha Beads was much stronger. Presumably, because of the burning incense, the temperature felt much higher than outside. Stifling and oppressive. It made one feel extremely uncomfortable. ¡°Rise. Take a seat. You seek an audience with me, what is the matter?¡± Empress Dowager Pei¡¯s voice was quite gentle. Just as Sang Yan remembered from the original owner¡¯s memory. She sneakily lifted her eyes and saw Empress Dowager Pei sitting in the place of honor, her silver hair and kind, compassionate features radiating a sense of broad-mindedness and good health, her neck and hands adorned with Buddha Beads, giving her the appearance of a devout and elderly person absorbed in Buddhist practice. But that was just appearances. A buddha¡¯s mouth and a snake¡¯s heart, her smile concealing a blade, was often the true nature of such people. Sang Yan resumed composure of her mind and did not take her seat. Instead, she knelt and solemnly replied, ¡°To the Empress Dowager, I have two matters. One is to ask for forgiveness and the second is to offer a strategy.¡± Empress Dowager Pei expressed surprise, ¡°Oh? For what do you ask forgiveness? And what strategy do you offer?¡± Sang Yan said, ¡°Since coming to the palace, I have brought about harmful gossip, tarnishing the Emperor¡¯s sacred name and causing a number of concubines to be confined to the Cold Palace. My crimes warrant death, and I specifically came to ask for punishment.¡± Empress Dowager Pei was aware of the matter Sang Yan was referring to, and without casting judgment, spoke in a calm tone, ¡°Continue.¡± Sang Yan then continued, ¡°I am aware that the previous dynasty¡¯s harem has long suffered from the lack of an heir. I have come to offer a strategy to redeem my wrongdoings.¡± Upon hearing this, a change finally came over Empress Dowager Pei¡¯s composed expression. She rose from her seat and personally came to help her up, smiling amicably, ¡°Good child, rise and speak.¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± Indeed, the matter of the heir still held sway. She was pulled to sit on the couch, alongside Empress Dowager Pei, as close as grandparents and grandchildren. The other palace maids had already withdrawn at the Empress Dowagers gesture. Only a young palace maid dressed in Begonia colors, presumably a confidante, remained at her side. Sang Yan began to speak softly, ¡°Empress Dowager, the method I¡¯m about to suggest may seem presumptuous, please forgive my boldness.¡± Empress Dowager Pei patted her hand with a soothing smile that was both reassuring and encouraging, ¡°Do not fear. I know you are concerned about the heir; you are a good child. Speak your mind.¡± With the assurance given, Sang Yan proceeded, ¡°Since the Emperor abstains from the company of women, it made me think, could we allow the Emperor to self-pollinate and obtain the dragon essence? Then using a soft tube or similar tool, place it into the bodies of the concubines¡ª¡± She briefly described the method, her face blushing with a touch of shame. Empress Dowager Pei¡¯s reaction was different, as her expression became serious, she slowly responded, ¡°It could be worth a try.¡± Seeing her respond in such a manner, Sang Yan felt her objective had been achieved. She stood up and knelt again, feigning a mournful demeanor as she pleaded, ¡°I hope the Empress Dowager will forgive my transgressions in light of my suggestion, and release those concubines who have been sent to the Cold Palace. My fate is ominous and my status lowly; I never dared to harbor other ambitions. I also request the Empress Dowager to allow me to leave the palace. I am willing to remain a widow for my deceased husband for life, never to marry again.¡± When Empress Dowager Pei heard the last sentence, she couldn¡¯t help but look at her more intently. Such a young and beautiful woman, yet ill-fated ¨C a pity indeed. ¡°Go. I grant your request.¡± ¡°Thank you, Empress Dowager.¡± Sang Yan exited Yongshou Palace with a grateful expression. Silence returned to the hall. The palace maid dressed in begonia-colored garments had listened intently to the entire process, her expression even more solemn than Empress Dowager Pei¡¯s. ¡°In this palace, everyone knows the Emperor favors her. By acting this way, Your Highness, you might fall out of the Emperor¡¯s favor. Ever since the Regent King incident, the Emperor imprisoned the Empress and distanced himself from you. In your servant¡¯s opinion, it really shouldn¡¯t¡­¡± Empress Dowager Pei lifted her hand to gently interrupt, heaving a light sigh, ¡°Puzhu¡­¡± Puzhu stepped forward, ¡°Your servant is here.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be anxious.¡± Empress Dowager Pei affectionately looked at her while toying with her Buddha Beads, ¡°Some things need to be done gradually. Whether she stays or not, we will have to see.¡± Puzhu bowed her head in response: ¡°Yes.¡± Silence once again enveloped the hall. The scent of incense grew stronger. In the midst of swirling incense smoke, Empress Dowager Pei, half-closing her eyes, said, ¡°Send for the person from the Observatory.¡± Observatory Wan Zhang sprawled drunkenly atop a couch, surrounded by a pile of wine jars. Puzhu, who had come to summon him, frowned in disdain and called out to him a few times, ¡°Director? Director Wan Zhang? The Empress Dowager wants to see you.¡± But Wan Zhang was too intoxicated to be roused. Fearing that he would bring trouble to the Observatory, the other officials hurriedly tried to awaken him but failed. Puzhu watched in frustration, sternly stating, ¡°I had heard that Director Wan Zhang of the Observatory indulges in alcohol daily and neglects his duties. Now it seems that the rumors are true!¡± ¡°Lord Palace Commander, please forgive us.¡± The officials bowed their heads in apology. Some officials spoke up for him, ¡°Last night, Director Wan Zhang was observing the stars, claiming that a lucky star was shining brightly, which is why he drank to excess.¡± Puzhu didn¡¯t believe these tall tales and had a little eunuch fetch a basin of water, dousing Wan Zhang¡¯s head with it. Wan Zhang woke from the drenching, raising his head to reveal a weathered face of a young man with otherwise handsome features, sadly marred by a defeated and despondent demeanor. Seeing Puzhu, he wiped the water from his face and said with a smile, ¡°Lord Palace Commander, just go back and relay the message that the Ziwei Star is high in the sky and red glimmers appear within it, the heir is not far off.¡± Had he guessed her purpose or, perhaps, the Empress Dowager¡¯s intent? Puzhu disliked the feeling of being seen through and said unhappily, ¡°Director Wan, I will relay your words and behavior today to the Empress Dowager. Be mindful of your own actions.¡± Wan Zhang paid her no heed and struggled back onto his couch, falling into a deep sleep. Puzhu left in a huff, sleeves flapping. The other officials sighed and lamented: ¡°Indeed, Director Wan Zhang is a genius among us, but such reckless behavior is bound to bring disaster to the Observatory one day.¡± ¡°In the blink of an eye, it¡¯s been sixteen years since the new Emperor ascended the throne. Instead of devoting himself to the Emperor, Director Wan Zhang spends his days divining auspicious signs and omens for the Empress Dowager, causing the Observatory to lose favor with His Majesty, bringing it to this fallen state; he is truly a sinner of the Observatory!¡± ¡°No, you misunderstand. If it weren¡¯t for Director Wan Zhang predicting the stars and saying that the new Emperor is the reincarnation of the Ziwei Star, a sage ruler for an era, the world would have already belonged to the Pei family.¡± ¡°How is that possible? Director Wan Zhang possesses such ability? All I know is that it was the new Emperor, along with former Minister of War Xuan Hongguang and head of the Imperial Guards Rong Ye, who surrounded and killed Regent King Pei Zhen, securing his place on the throne.¡± ¡°Hush, be cautious with your words. Do you want to lose your heads discussing these matters?¡± ¡­ At the same time Sang Yan returned to the side hall of Yuesang Palace. She immediately ordered her belongings to be packed, preparing to leave the Imperial Palace for a second time. This commotion quickly reached Sang Ruoshui¡¯s ears. While sending a message to the Emperor, she also went to intervene, ¡°Sister, what are you doing? You¡¯ve only arrived a few days ago, why are you leaving now?¡± Sang Yan replied, ¡°I am following the Empress Dowager¡¯s orders to leave the palace.¡± She had asked to resign, but purposely made it sound as if she had been expelled. In this way, for a period of time, the Sang Family, considering the Empress Dowager¡¯s stance, likely wouldn¡¯t dare to send her back into the palace again. Upon hearing it was the Empress Dowager¡¯s command, Sang Ruoshui¡¯s expression changed, ¡°Why does the Empress Dowager want you to leave? Did you misspeak in her presence? Don¡¯t be afraid, I¡¯ve already notified the Emperor. Just wait, he will surely protect you¡ª¡± ¡°You¡¯ve told the Emperor? Why did you tell him all this?¡± Sang Yan feared her plans might collapse, her frustration surging, speaking both urgently and harshly, ¡°Sang Ruoshui, I am your sister. I can help you compete for favor, but I¡¯m not a tool for your intrigues! Are you sick in the head? I¡¯ve said it, my heart lies with my deceased husband, my heart lies with my deceased husband, yet you push me towards the Emperor, do you want to drive me to death?¡± For the first time, Sang Ruoshui saw her sister in anger, momentarily stunned. The two looked at each other in silence. The atmosphere was awkward and heavy. Until the voice of a little eunuch broke the silence, ¡°Miss Sang, the Emperor requests your presence.¡± Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: Chapter 020 Boredom Chapter 20: Chapter 020 Boredom Damnit! Everything is ruined! Sang Yan glanced impatiently at her and followed the little eunuch out. Qingning Palace It was time for the midday meal. On the dining table Eighty-one dishes were spread far and wide. As Sang Yan entered, the fragrance of the meals wafted through the air, and the delicacies looked so tempting that her stomach growled with hunger. Fortunately, she was standing at a distance. She believed the Emperor Dog couldn¡¯t hear it. ¡°I, your humble servant, greet the Emperor¡ª¡± There was no response. She waited for a while, then quietly lifted her head and saw the Emperor Dog enjoying his midday meal. The imperial eunuch He Ying was busy tasting dishes for him, bustling around the table. Was the Emperor Dog doing this on purpose? Was this meant to intimidate her? Thinking this, Sang Yan said nothing and knelt quietly. After about three minutes The Emperor Dog deigned to glance at her, ¡°Do you know your crime?¡± Sang Yan expected he had come to question her; she had prepared her defense, ¡°I know my crime. Ever since I came to the palace, I have caused trouble one after another, deserving of death. I hope the Emperor will forgive me.¡± ¡°You know full well that¡¯s not what I am talking about. Sang Yan, I¡¯ll give you one more chance, think carefully about what crime you have committed.¡± He Ying, putting down his chopsticks, looked intently at the person kneeling below: a lock of black hair hung over her tender, pale neck, so fragile that it seemed it could break with just a gentle force, yet remained defiantly lifted. ¡°I am foolish. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to say what he wanted to hear¡ªthat she thought leaving the palace was a crime, or seeking the Empress Dowager¡¯s favor was a crime, or even disliking him was a crime. ¡°Smack!¡± A bowl of soup on the table was swept to the floor by his sleeve. ¡°Your Majesty, please calm your anger.¡± He Ying and the other eunuchs and palace maids quickly kneeled down. ¡°How dare you!¡± The furious Emperor stood up, pacing back and forth, pointing at her, and barked, ¡°I have treated you well, yet you turn out to be a traitor!¡± Sang Yan lowered her head, staying silent, thinking to herself: Look, this is what the Emperor¡¯s so-called favor is. To him, you are just a thing. ¡°Your Majesty, please calm down. You have just recovered from illness; you must not become agitated.¡± He Ying tried to soothe the Emperor while also advising Sang Yan, ¡°Miss Sang, the Emperor cares most about you, please say some soothing words.¡± Sang Yan remained silent, unwilling to get entangled with the Emperor any longer. It was better if he grew tired of her. Once tired of her, she would be free. That¡¯s what she thought, but others didn¡¯t see it that way. ¡°Miss Sang, in the Imperial Palace, the most taboo thing is to become arrogant because of favor.¡± He Ying felt that Sang Yan was being ungrateful. Sang Yan thought to herself: So all this time she had been cautious and walking on thin ice, yet in others¡¯ eyes, she was still considered arrogant? How ridiculous! ¡°Mr. Pei, watch your words. I am of humble status and cannot bear the word ¡®favor.''¡± She knew these words could offend, but she couldn¡¯t care less. What¡¯s the use of being timid and living in fear? Isn¡¯t it just stepping deeper into the mire? ¡°Your Majesty, please let me leave the palace.¡± She expressed her request directly. He Ying sneered at the demand, ¡°Do you think this Imperial Palace is some kind of inn? Where you can come and go as you please?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Imperial Power above her always left her in a dilemma. Between their standoff¡ª The voice of the Chief Eunuch Yu Huai De came from outside, ¡°Your Majesty, the Chief of the Prison Department requests an audience.¡± He Ying glanced at Sang Yan and took a seat at the head of the table. ¡°Let him in.¡± Soon after, the Chief made his entrance. He was a lean young man dressed in a black official robe, with a stern face and a cold, heavy voice: ¡°This humble official from the Prison Department, Wang Lishuo, greets the Emperor.¡± He Ying¡¯s expression remained cool, and he waved a hand. ¡°Rise.¡± Wang Lishuo stood up and presented the case files. ¡°Emperor, regarding the assassination attempt, this humble official has concluded the investigation. The dancer¡¯s name is Du Lianyu, the daughter of the criminal Du Fengchuan. Sixteen years ago, Du Fengchuan became an accomplice to the treacherous Pei Zhen, and because he brought chaos to the world, he was executed by Your Majesty. She and her sister Du Xiyu, being young at the time, were punished by being sent to the Imperial Music Bureau. A year ago, Du Xiyu attempted to seduce the Emperor unsuccessfully and even caused Your Majesty to fall ill; hence, she was beaten to death. Du Lianyu has been seeking revenge ever since and recently found an opportunity to carry out an assassination.¡± ¡°Is that all?¡± He Ying frowned, his expression impatient. He had already guessed the dancer¡¯s identity and motive for the assassination. He had ordered the investigation to find out who was complicit. Wang Lishuo also knew what the Emperor meant and hurriedly said, ¡°Furthermore, this humble official discovered that the palace maid Mingtao, a confidante of Lan, had interactions with Du Lianyu.¡± Two dead people. No witnesses to testify. Such a sloppy attempt at slander. He Ying found it amusing, glanced at him, and smiled as he inquired, ¡°Are you implying that Lan wished to kill me?¡± Wang Lishuo quickly kowtowed. ¡°This humble official dares not.¡± ¡°You dare not, yet you say it!¡± Having heard enough nonsense and running out of patience, He Ying grabbed a teacup from his side and hurled it. Wang Lishuo was hit squarely. Blood streamed from a gash on his forehead. He didn¡¯t dare to wipe it and tremblingly said, ¡°Although Lan has no motive for murder, she harbors jealousy and intent to trap Miss Sang. Initially, the rumors against Miss Sang originated from Youlan Pavilion. Lan intended to use the assassination to make Miss Sang bear the blame of being a husband¡¯s curse. There are palace maids from Youlan Pavilion who can testify. Emperor, please discern the truth.¡± He Ying felt like he was being treated like a fool. He wanted to kill him but seeing his pitiful, foolish state held back, waving his hand. ¡°Get out!¡± Wang Lishuo: ¡°¡­¡± He left as quickly as he could. The hall fell silent. He Ying, massaging his temples, glanced at Sang Yan¡ªshe was still kneeling, her head down, her side profile calm, appearing gentle and compliant. Fake. All of it was fake. Everyone in this Imperial Palace, so fake it was nauseating. ¡°What do you think?¡± Suppressing his anger, he looked down at her and asked, ¡°This matter concerns you. Do you also believe Lan is framing you for the assassination out of jealousy for your favor?¡± Sang Yan shook her head, her voice steady. ¡°It wasn¡¯t Lan.¡± ¡°Why do you say that?¡± ¡°Lan has already lost Your Majesty¡¯s favor and lies in a coma, uncertain if she will ever awaken. Thus, she has been chosen by the real orchestrator behind the scenes to be the scapegoat.¡± She felt pity for Lan¡ªkicked while down, and even as she lay dying, she was being splashed with a pail of filth. Is this the fate of women in the harem? She would rather die than enter the harem. He Ying agreed with Sang Yan¡¯s words but also said, ¡°She truly is jealous of you, having people monitor you, digging into your affairs. She dared to serve me aphrodisiac because she listened to the plans of you and your sister.¡± At this point, his interest piqued, he returned to the dining table. ¡°Stand up. Serve me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The topic changed too quickly. She was confused for a moment before, with Pei Muyang¡¯s reminder, she stood up. Pei Muyang considerately inquired, ¡°Emperor, the food has gone cold. Would you like the Imperial Kitchen to prepare something fresh?¡± He Ying waved his hand. ¡°No need. All of you, go out.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang responded, and he immediately led the eunuchs and palace maids out of the palace. Only two were left in the hall. The silence was unsettling. Sang Yan blankly stared at the Emperor, an ominous premonition emerging within her. ¡°You didn¡¯t want me to lose control after drinking, did you?¡± Her premonition proved to be incredibly accurate. ¡°I¡¯ll give you that opportunity.¡± He Ying, with a smirk on his lips, beckoned to her, ¡°Come here. Pour the wine.¡± Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Chapter 021 Demand by Force Chapter 21: Chapter 021 Demand by Force Sang Yan¡¯s heart was resistant. She stood erect, not going over. He Ying saw this but wasn¡¯t annoyed, pinching his chin with a raised eyebrow and a smile, ¡°What¡¯s the matter? You don¡¯t admit it? Lan personally said so. She claimed it was after hearing the arrangement between you sisters that she momentarily lost her senses and chose the wrong path. Her palace attendants can testify, and I believe those from Yuesang Palace will testify as well.¡± Indeed. Lan¡¯s fate was partially her own doing. If she herself hadn¡¯t entered the palace, if she hadn¡¯t helped Sang Ruoshui compete for favor, what would everything be like? Sang Yan knew she shouldn¡¯t think this way, feeling a bit of a ¡®Madonna complex¡¯ flaring up, but she still felt somewhat influenced. ¡°Emperor, forgive me.¡± She knelt to admit her fault, earnestly explaining, ¡°I hold no ill intent toward the Emperor, I am only concerned for the heir. The Emperor has sought female companionship and felt unwell; I wondered if it might be psychological, and thought perhaps under the influence of alcohol, there might be a miracle.¡± ¡°I¡¯m also curious if there might be a miracle.¡± He Ying bid her to rise and continue pouring his wine, ¡°Come on. Get me drunk. Let me indulge in lust after drinking.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It was too shameful. She did not rise, nor did she speak. He Ying chuckled lightly, ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Now you don¡¯t have the courage to experiment with me? I absolve you of any wrongdoing.¡± Sang Yan felt the Emperor was just picking a fight, yet she could only kowtow and beg for mercy, ¡°I acknowledge my guilt. Emperor, your magnanimity knows no bounds; I beseech you to spare me this time.¡± The Emperor was too wicked. And very petty. Lan¡¯s matter had passed, he hadn¡¯t cared about it before, but now he was using it to intimidate her! ¡°Are you sure you just want me to spare you this time?¡± The Emperor¡¯s words had a hidden meaning. Sang Yan immediately thought of her visit to the Empress Dowager at Yongshou Palace¡ªbad news! Did he know she had offered strategies to the Empress Dowager? My God! Are there no secrets in the Imperial Palace! No, it should be said that everything in the Imperial Palace is under his control! ¡°I heard from Princess Consort Sang that you wish to leave the palace, is this considered fleeing due to fear of punishment? Hm? Sang Yan, since you have strategies, why not present them directly to me? What, are you afraid I¡¯ll implement them on you?¡± When He Ying said this, he was both angry and embarrassed, and his volume rose, ¡°Indeed, a woman who¡¯s been married before, more experienced than even me!¡± ¡°I¡­ acknowledge my guilt.¡± Sang Yan lowered her head, her pretty face instantly blushing. Red as a rose. Red as if bleeding. He Ying saw this, and a strange fire ignited in his heart: Who taught her all those things? Her deceased husband? I heard her deceased husband died before their wedding night? So before the wedding night, they already¡­ ¡°Detestable!¡± He slammed the table, clearing his mind of the messy thoughts. Sang Yan, unaware of his internal turmoil, shuddered with fright. He Ying stared at her fiercely, his gaze hotter than he realized, as if it were aflame, wanting to burn off her clothes layer by layer. Sang Yan felt extremely tense under his gaze. Her stomach inappropriately growled twice. She was terribly embarrassed, her head bowing even lower, wishing she could crawl into a hole. He Ying heard the noise from her stomach, slightly furrowing his brows, but said nothing. This foolish woman, didn¡¯t she think to eat something before she came? He suppressed the urge to invite her to share a meal with him and huffed, ¡°Why aren¡¯t you speaking? Weren¡¯t you quite eloquent?¡± Sang Yan knew she couldn¡¯t outtalk the Emperor and that the more she said, the more errors she¡¯d make, so she said, ¡°I acknowledge my guilt.¡± In fact, He Ying disliked hearing her say that. Every time she said it, it seemed like a capitulation, but in truth, it was a carte blanche for her. He couldn¡¯t charge her with a crime, and so she grew repeatedly arrogant with favor! ¡°Very well, since you acknowledge your guilt, then redeem yourself through service.¡± He Ying narrowed his dangerous eyes, a cruel smile curling on his lips, ¡°Not everyone in the Imperial Palace is as worried about the heir as you are. Since you¡¯re so concerned, then I shall grant you a heir as you suggest!¡± ¡°Impossible!¡± Sang Yan was startled, raising her head, her eyes wide, rejecting him again, ¡°Emperor! You must not!¡± He Ying knew Sang Yan wouldn¡¯t agree, but hearing her refusal still displeased him greatly. This displeasure contained the anger of the Emperor¡¯s authority being offended, the embarrassment of a man¡¯s dignity being wounded, and the pain of a sincere offer being rejected. He was the Emperor, and all the women of the world competed for the chance to bear his children, but she was unwilling. The reason, it seems, is that she¡¯s still clinging to the memory of her deceased husband! Who knows what kind of love potion that dead man gave her! It infuriated him to no end! ¡°Why not?¡± He knew full well yet still aimed to bewitch her. ¡°My first heir, if it is a Prince, would be Da He¡¯s future Crown Prince. Isn¡¯t this why your family sent you to the palace?¡± ¡°But I am not here for this.¡± Sang Yan lifted her head to meet his gaze, firmly stating, ¡°I have no intention of remarrying; I only wish to honor my late husband.¡± ¡°Shut up! Don¡¯t mention your dead husband!¡± He Ying¡¯s tolerance for Sang Yan¡¯s late husband was getting lower and lower. He exploded upon hearing it: ¡°You are foolish beyond measure! You do not know what you¡¯re missing! And you dare to refuse me!¡± He was so angry he wanted to murder someone: ¡°From now on, if you dare say ¡®no¡¯ again, I will kill your entire family! Don¡¯t believe me? Just try me!¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This dog of an Emperor is resorting to tyranny! She was very scared and very angry: ¡°Your Majesty, please reconsider! The entire palace is full of women competing to bear children for the Emperor. Why must you insist on me?¡± ¡°Insist?¡± He Ying laughed with rage: ¡°You say I insist? Ha, very well then, I shall insist! Come¡ª¡± Pei Muyang, who had been eavesdropping by the door, thought upon hearing the Emperor reward Sang Yan with the first heir: The Sang Family is going to prosper! What an unparalleled honor! He never imagined that Sang Yan would refuse! Was this woman maddened by her widowhood? That¡¯s the heir to the throne! ¡°I am here.¡± He rushed in, thinking: Faced with the Emperor¡¯s wrath, he didn¡¯t plan on killing someone, did he? Should he advise against it or not? If the killing happened and the Emperor regretted it later, he¡¯d definitely be the first to suffer! ¡°Your Majesty, please think twice. Miss Sang cannot be killed¡ª¡± ¡°Who is going to kill her?¡± He Ying, annoyed by the dim-witted Pei Muyang, kicked him: ¡°Draft the decree! Do it now! Mrs. Sang¡¯s eldest daughter, Sang Yan, is virtuous and talented, deeply beloved by me; thus, she is to be conferred the title of Imperial Concubine Jiayi! Tonight, she shall receive the honor¡ª¡± ¡°No! Don¡¯t!¡± Sang Yan was truly frightened this time. She stood up quickly, intending to stop Pei Muyang, but perhaps because she had been kneeling too long and stood up too quickly, she blacked out and fainted. ¡°Sang Yan!¡± He Ying cried out in shock and instinctively reached out to help her. ¡°My Lady¡ª¡± Pei Muyang saw the Emperor move to help and hurriedly stopped him: ¡°Your Majesty, you mustn¡¯t touch her! Be careful of the illness flaring up!¡± He Ying, reminded of the pain of the illness, paused mid-reach and slowly withdrew his hand: ¡°Summon the Imperial Physician immediately!¡± Pei Muyang responded with an affirmation, arranged for the eunuch to fetch the Imperial Physician, and had another eunuch carry Sang Yan to the Dragon Bed. The eunuch was very careful; when placing her on the Dragon Bed, he supported the back of her head and gently laid it on the pillow. Then, he pulled up the blanket to cover her. She lay there, wearing a thin summer garment; the faint outline of her softly white skin was visible, rising and falling with her breathing. A vivid and enticing beauty. He knew the eunuch hadn¡¯t dared to look, but he was still overwhelmingly jealous. Jealous that the eunuch was so close to her. Jealous that the eunuch had held her. When that right should have been his alone. It was all because of that strange disease! For the first time, He Ying felt hatred for the strange disease¡­ and an urgent, burning desire to cure it. Chapter 22 - Chapter 22: Chapter 022 Insomnia Chapter 22: Chapter 022 Insomnia ¡°Worries turned to sickness, qi and blood are deficient, and a sudden intense anger attacked the heart, leading to fainting. She needs good care and nourishment.¡± The voice of the Imperial Physician echoed in her ears. Sang Yan woke up but didn¡¯t want to open her eyes, so she simply pretended to be asleep. He Ying saw through her act and deliberately said, ¡°Pei Muyang, what are you standing there for? Draft the edict.¡± ¡°No!¡± Sang Yan opened her eyes, sat up in alarm, and looked toward He Ying, ¡°I have no desire to enter the palace, I hope the Emperor will rescind the order.¡± As she spoke, she tried to get off the bed to kneel despite her weak body. ¡°Ungrateful!¡± He Ying could see what she was thinking and, amidst his anger, also felt a trace of pity, ¡°First, take her back to Yuesang Palace!¡± ¡°Thank you, Emperor. I shall take my leave.¡± Sang Yan got off the Dragon Bed without hesitation, supported by several palace maids as she left Qingning Palace. Outside the palace, the eunuchs had a walking carriage ready for her. That was something only those of a consort¡¯s rank and above were allowed to use. Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to sit, but with He Ying watching her from behind, she had no choice but to take her seat. A grand procession returned her to Yuesang Palace. The Imperial Physician followed along, and upon entering the palace, handed over a prescription for the palace maids to fetch and prepare the medicine. Sang Ruoshui heard the commotion and came over, seeing Sang Yan weakly lying in bed, and was quite astonished¡ªshe had claimed illness as a pretense, how had she really become sick? ¡°Sister, where do you feel unwell?¡± She approached with concern visible in her eyes¡ªthe Emperor had just told her to take good care of Sang Yan, and now she fell ill. What if the Emperor blamed her? She didn¡¯t dare think any further. Sang Yan did not open up to her and did not want to talk much either. If it weren¡¯t for her sending messages to the Emperor, she would have left the Imperial Palace already, so why would she be in such a situation now? Sang Ruoshui noticed her silence and guessing that she was still angry with her, wisely stayed quiet and went to inquire with the Imperial Physician. After hearing about Sang Yan¡¯s condition from the Imperial Physician, she felt relieved and blamed herself, ¡°It was I who put too much pressure on sister. It¡¯s my fault. I acted in haste and displeased you, I will surely not make the same mistake again. Sister, please take care of yourself, nothing is more important than your health.¡± To her classically pleasantries, Sang Yan was not appreciative, ¡°I¡¯m tired.¡± She tactfully dismissed her. Just then, the palace maid came with the medicine. Sang Ruoshui took it, offering, ¡°Let me feed sister the medicine. After you finish the medicine, I will leave and not disturb your rest.¡± Eager for her to leave, Sang Yan promptly reached out and said, ¡°Give it to me. I can drink it myself.¡± ¡°Not so fast. It¡¯s still a bit hot.¡± Sang Ruoshui stirred the medicine a few times with the spoon, blew on it, and waited until it cooled somewhat before passing it over. Sang Yan took the medicine and drank it down in one breath. True to her word, Sang Ruoshui instructed the palace maids to take good care of her and then left. Watching her depart, Sang Yan¡¯s thoughts were on He Ying¡ªhe meant to make her his consort. Although that idea was now extinguished, she knew she couldn¡¯t stay in the Imperial Palace for long. She must leave. And it must be unexpectedly. So, the next day, Sang Yan didn¡¯t have anyone pack, just took Qiuzhi, and left the Imperial Palace with an oral decree from the Empress Dowager. Before going, she had someone send a letter to He Ying, hoping he would let her go. * He Ying received Sang Yan¡¯s letter after he descended from court. By then, Sang Yan had already left. He opened her letter, which contained but a few lines, a poem resembling a love letter: [I love you Love to the point of unselfishness. Just like someone Whose dove has flown away from his hand, And from his heart He wishes that dove a blessed flight.] What did it mean? Was she hinting that letting her go was the way to love her? He Ying read the short poem over and over, forgetting to look into the matter of her departure. That¡¯s exactly what Sang Yan intended. She left behind that line from Wang Xiaobo¡¯s poem to soothe He Ying, hoping he wouldn¡¯t be too angry and to signify to him to set her free. After leaving the palace, she didn¡¯t return to the Sang Family, but to their country estate instead. She had only stayed at the estate for a few days, but she truly liked it there. Mountains clear, waters serene, all enveloped in greenery, and even the air seemed to breathe freedom. That night, it even began to rain softly. Sang Yan couldn¡¯t sleep. Unable to resist thinking about He Ying¡¯s next move: Could those few sentences dispel his thoughts? Would he let her go? Her mind was troubled and restless, making it difficult for her to fall asleep. The rain grew heavier. The servants hurried out to move the flower plants in the courtyard. Hearing the commotion, she opened the window to watch them bustle in the night. In no time, they were all drenched like wet chickens. ¡°Qiuzhi, ask Mrs. Liu from the kitchen to brew some ginger soup for them, and make sure they drink it before they go to bed.¡± She was a good mistress who cared for her servants. Qiuzhi heard her and immediately responded, ¡°Yes, Miss.¡± The servants in the courtyard also heard and thanked her, ¡°Miss is truly kind-hearted like a Bodhisattva. / Thank you, Miss. / Miss, please close the window, be careful of the wind. / Right, right, Miss is delicate, catching a cold would be bad.¡± True sincerity is met with true sincerity. Sang Yan was moved by their simple concern. Even her irritability dissipated quite a bit. ¡°It¡¯s alright, I¡¯m wearing a cloak.¡± She smiled but took their advice to heart, closed the window, lay down on the bed, and eventually fell asleep. At that very moment Qingning Palace He Ying was still unable to sleep. He tossed and turned restlessly on the spacious Dragon Bed, unable to calm his mind. ¡°Someone come!¡± He finally got up and pushed aside the mosquito net. ¡°Your Majesty, your servant is here.¡± The voice arrived before the person. Pei Muyang pushed open the palace doors and hurried in. With his entrance, the lights in the hall sparked to life as if it were day. ¡°Pick up the things on the floor.¡± Upon hearing the Emperor¡¯s words, Pei Muyang noticed a crumpled piece of paper on the ground. If he remembered correctly, it should be the letter left by Sang Yan. Sang Yan had some nerve, leaving just a few words and daring to leave the palace on her own. Truly pampered to the point of arrogance! ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± Pei Muyang handed the crumpled paper to the Emperor. His glance at the Emperor¡¯s expression showed displeasure, so he cautiously said, ¡°Your servant saw that the night-blooming cereus in the Imperial Garden looks like it will bloom soon. Perhaps tomorrow, you could invite Miss Sang to come to the palace to enjoy the flowers?¡± The Emperor obviously didn¡¯t want Sang Yan to leave. But since Sang Yan had left, she wouldn¡¯t come back easily. Unless the Emperor issued a decree. But an imperial decree would be too conspicuous. It wasn¡¯t that the Emperor feared criticism, but rather he cared for Sang Yan and didn¡¯t want her to be criticized. He would have to be subtle about it. Pei Muyang had a thorough understanding of the Emperor¡¯s thoughts. He Ying gave him a look, said nothing, and focused on smoothing out the crumpled paper. As if he wanted to restore it to its original state. With a touch of cherishing. Seeing this, Pei Muyang thought he might not be satisfied with this approach, paused for a bit, and then said, ¡°Your Majesty, it has been a long time since you¡¯ve roamed the city in disguise. It¡¯s said that a teahouse in the Capital City has invited Mr. Feng Yicheng to tell stories.¡± Feng Yicheng was the eldest grandson and direct heir of the Imperial Censor, Feng Yi. He became a scholar at seventeen, bearing the grace of a dragon and phoenix, and won He Ying¡¯s favor, even serving a stint at the Hanlin Academy. But he didn¡¯t care for titles or fame, and he soon resigned from his office to travel around. Over the years, he visited famous mountains and rivers, composing countless poems and travel logs. Whenever he published, his works caused a stir¡ªlet alone telling stories. ¡°Your Majesty, why don¡¯t you find the time to take Miss Sang to listen to a story? She¡¯s been downhearted, and listening might just broaden her spirits.¡± Pei Muyang racked his brains to please the Emperor¡¯s heart. He Ying was indeed pleased by him¡ªSang Yan clearly disliked the Imperial Palace, and now with her heart troubled, forcing her return to the palace might exacerbate her troubles. He did not immediately pursue her departure for this reason; thus, wanting to see her, it was better to meet outside the palace. ¡°Your brains¡ª¡± He Ying showed a hint of appreciation and smiled, ¡°They are occasionally of some use.¡± Pei Muyang, not taking credit, immediately chuckled, ¡°It¡¯s all thanks to your excellent teaching, Your Majesty.¡± He Ying said no more, withdrawing his gaze to the wrinkled letter: Where was she a pigeon? Clearly, she was a rabbit. No matter how fast she ran¡ª She couldn¡¯t escape the palm of his hand. Chapter 23 - Chapter 23: Chapter 023 Escape Chapter 23: Chapter 023 Escape He Ying gave Sang Yan three days to recuperate her body and mind. Three days passed, and he quietly left the Imperial Palace. He was dressed in a snow-colored brocade, with a dark golden dragon pattern belt around his waist, his long hair flowing, confined by a White Jade Hairpin, holding an ivory folding fan in his hand. At first glance, he appeared much younger, a gracefully elegant noble young master. The young master¡¯s ride was a carriage. The carriage was a low-key luxury. It looked ordinary from the outside, but the interior was very spacious, equipped with a small tea table, tea, and pastries on the table, and soft carpets on the floor. At each corner hung a sachet, with tassels embedded with agate and jade. ¡°Emperor, Second Master¡ª¡± Pei Muyang lifted the carriage curtain, his face flushed with panic, ¡°Just now, the guard went to deliver a message, saying that Miss Sang hasn¡¯t¡ªhasn¡¯t returned to the mansion.¡± ¡°What?¡± He Ying frowned, his face displeased, ¡°She hasn¡¯t returned to the mansion? Where did she go then? To the Jiang Family?¡± He thought Sang Yan had missed her deceased husband and gone back to the Jiang Family to mourn. Pei Muyang would rather have Sang Yan return to the Jiang Family than face the current situation. ¡°It¡¯s said¡ªsaid she entered the palace. Hasn¡¯t¡ªhasn¡¯t come back.¡± His voice trembled with fear¡ªhad something happened to Miss Sang on the road after she left the palace? Or perhaps¡­ she had run away? Whichever possibility was not good news at all! He Ying was sitting leisurely in the carriage, sipping tea, but upon hearing this, he crushed the cup in his hand. ¡°Crack.¡± The fragments of the cup pierced into his skin. Blood flowed profusely. ¡°Emperor!¡± Pei Muyang whispered urgently, quickly taking out a handkerchief to bandage and stop the bleeding. ¡°No need. It¡¯s nothing.¡± He Ying pushed him away, his face terrifyingly cold. He seemed not to feel the pain as he pulled out the shard, saying, ¡°First, have the Hidden Guard go in to investigate. Search the Sang Family and the Jiang Family secretly.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang hurried down from the carriage to instruct the Hidden Guard to search for the person. In a while, he returned and reassured, ¡°Emperor, please rest assured, under the Emperor¡¯s feet, Miss Sang will certainly be fine.¡± He Ying also didn¡¯t think she would come to any harm. When she left the palace, it was daylight, and from the Imperial Palace to the Sang Mansion, as Pei Muyang said, under the Emperor¡¯s feet, within the martial law of the Imperial City, patrols were ongoing, and nobody would dare to commit evil deeds. If no one did evil, it must have been her own doing¡ªha, she ran away, didn¡¯t she? ¡°I¡¯ve been too soft-hearted towards her.¡± He had overestimated his control. He should have seized her back immediately after she left the palace. Even more, he should have claimed her early on, instead of thinking of winning her heart first. Waiting was long and agonizing. The wound on his hand gradually clotted and stopped bleeding. Pei Muyang took some water, dampened the handkerchief, and gently wiped the dried blood from his hand. He watched silently, without uttering a word, already so irritable in his heart that he felt like killing someone. There was a moment when he felt like he was back in his childhood¡ªthe feeling of being constrained, suppressed, mocked, and powerless, pitifully struggling like a trapped beast. Then the news came back from the Hidden Guards¡ª ¡°Miss Sang is not at the Sang Mansion.¡± ¡°Miss Sang is not at the Jiang Residence.¡± These words pierced him with pain¡ªhad she really run away? His favor and preference for her were met with her avoidance as if from a snake or scorpion? How outrageous! ¡°Back to the palace!¡± His face darkened, his lips pursed tightly, and those two words seemed to squeeze out of his mouth with a certain resentful viciousness. Upon hearing this, Pei Muyang immediately had the coachman turn back to the palace. The journey back to the palace was particularly quiet. Pei Muyang knew the Emperor was in a bad mood, the kind that couldn¡¯t be soothed, so he wisely kept quiet. Once back at Qingning Palace, he immediately had the eunuch call for the Imperial Physician. He Ying¡¯s hand was bleeding again. Perhaps he had unconsciously exerted force, and the wound on his palm reopened, bleeding profusely. Pei Muyang watched in trepidation, gently advising in a hushed voice, ¡°Emperor, Miss Sang¡¯s disappearance may be due to an unavoidable situation. You must look after your dragon body and find her as soon as possible.¡± He Ying¡¯s face remained cold, and he didn¡¯t say a word. The atmosphere in the hall had dropped to freezing point. Until the guard leader, Lu Zijin, came in, ¡°Emperor, I have found out where Miss Sang has gone.¡± Upon hearing this, He Ying¡¯s expression remained calm, but his body betrayed him, visibly relaxing a bit. He leaned against the Dragon Couch, watching the Imperial Physician bandage his wounds, and asked, ¡°Where is she?¡± Lu Zijin replied, ¡°The Sang Family owns a villa outside the Capital City. After Miss Sang left the Imperial Palace, she hired a coach directly and went straight to the villa.¡± ¡°A villa?¡± He Ying hadn¡¯t expected this outcome, and he felt both heartache and anger at once, ¡°Why would she go there? Who allowed her to go?¡± A sheltered young lady from a distinguished family going to a villa? Were the people of the Sang Family tired of living? ¡°I do not know.¡± ¡°Go and investigate!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± * Sang Yan had no idea what was happening in the palace. She had been lazing around in the villa for four days and hadn¡¯t seen anyone from the palace, so she figured He Ying was fed up with her and that she had gained her freedom. Her mood was incredibly liberating. When one feels good, one feels like going out and having fun. Sang Yan thus took a carriage ride and went out to enjoy herself. Considering she had run into Jiang Ke near the villa last time, this time she simply decided to go play in the Imperial City. The Imperial City was bustling with activity. She had only glimpsed it briefly the day she left the palace, and she was still very eager to return. Although the Emperor was a dog, under his rule, the Dahe Dynasty indeed had the vigor of a powerful nation. ¡°Just stop here.¡± Sang Yan looked at the lively rouge and make-up shop, with her eyes sparkling with laughter. No woman doesn¡¯t like to be beautiful. Even if she was as lazy as a salted fish, she was still very interested in cosmetics. ¡°Yes, Miss.¡± The Sang Family¡¯s servant, Dong Chuan, reined in the horses, stopped the carriage, jumped down, knelt on the ground, and offered his back as a stepping stool for her. Sang Yan saw this but didn¡¯t step on him; instead, she lifted the hem of her dress and jumped down. The action was quite indelicate. She was aware of it, but in her rare good mood, she indulged herself and let out her true nature. It gave Dong Chuan quite a fright, ¡°Miss!¡± His exclamation was met with her safe landing, yet he still feared the worst, ¡°Miss, you can¡¯t be so reckless. What if you had fallen?¡± ¡°No worries. A height like this is nothing.¡± Sang Yan dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand and headed into the shop. Little did she know that He Ying had witnessed this entire scene. ¡°So this is what she¡¯s like outside.¡± After learning that Sang Yan was staying at the villa and finding out the reasons, He Ying didn¡¯t go to retrieve her; instead, he ordered her to be under surveillance, wanting to see what she would do after leaving him. Knowing she was going out today, he also left the Imperial Palace and met her halfway. At that moment, he opened his folding fan, partly covering his face, and followed her into the shop. Pei Muyang also wanted to go in. He Ying gave him a glance and said softly, ¡°Let Zijin follow.¡± Lu Zijin was the guard leader and had been on leave. For Sang Yan, he was a new face and wouldn¡¯t be recognized. It was different for Pei Muyang; Sang Yan had seen him too many times. If he showed up, his identity would be obvious. ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang, knowing his place, returned to the carriage. Lu Zijin followed into the shop. The shop was crowded, almost exclusively with women. He was very nervous, thinking of the Emperor¡¯s strange illness, shielding him from the front and back, fearing women might touch him. ¡°You don¡¯t need to be so tense.¡± He Ying, watching from a distance, saw the delicate figure selecting items and smiled indulgently, ¡°Buy everything she looks at.¡± Chapter 24 - Chapter 24: Chapter 024: Rudeness Chapter 24: Chapter 024: Rudeness Lu Zijin took the order and left. He pulled out two gold ingots, pointed to Sang Yan with her back towards them, and said to the owner in a low voice, ¡°Prepare a set of everything that the young lady has looked at.¡± The owner was a woman in her forties who, seeing the gold, immediately smiled and nodded, ¡°Of course. Certainly.¡± Her small eyes gleamed with shrewdness as she called a servant to follow the instructions and then sized up He Ying surreptitiously¡ª the young man was bursting with youthful vigor and had an air of nobility about him, he must be someone of importance. With that thought, she approached with a beaming smile and warm hospitality, ¡°Would the gentleman like to personally select something for the lady he admires? It¡¯s more meaningful when you choose it yourself.¡± He Ying felt there was some truth to that and went to select something personally. Seeing this, the owner followed him closely and introduced various products, ¡°This is the peach blossom face cream, apply a layer before bed, and when you wake up the next day, your skin will be tender and dewy like that of a juicy peach. This one is the city-flipping color, look at this sultry red. Apply it to the lips and wow, it truly makes one more ravishing than the flowers¡­¡± She was a sales expert, and with just a few words, she had kindled the desire to buy. He Ying couldn¡¯t help but imagine himself applying the lipstick on Sang Yan. It must be a beautiful scene. ¡°Sir¡ª¡± A soft, gentle female voice interrupted his lovely daydream. He Ying came back to reality and saw a pretty young girl standing before him¡ª her delicate, egg-shaped face and lustrous, peach blossom eyes shone brightly. She wore a hairpin with a butterfly carved from red jade and was dressed in a pomegranate-red long skirt, her waist slender, adorned with a white jade tassel. Walking gracefully, she was the picture of charm and allure. Indeed, she was an exceptional beauty. But after just one glance, he took two steps back, slightly furrowing his brows. ¡°Sir, that folding fan of yours is truly exquisite¡ª¡± The beauty approached gracefully, with a smile as captivating as flowers, her voice sweet as a warbler¡¯s, ¡°My elder brother will soon have his coming-of-age ceremony, I wonder if you would be willing to part with it and sell it to me? I would be so grateful.¡± In truth, she was more interested in striking up a conversation than in buying the item. He Ying didn¡¯t think much of it and promptly refused, ¡°No, I cannot.¡± The beauty: ¡°¡­¡± She did not expect this outcome and was momentarily stunned. Regaining her composure, she blushed deeply, embarrassed, but still smitten by the young man¡¯s handsome face and his extraordinary presence, she mustered the courage to say, ¡°I truly wish to purchase it, my father is Marquis Zhongyi Jiang Heng, money is not an issue.¡± Now it was He Ying¡¯s turn to be stunned¡ª the daughter of the Jiang Family? Sang Yan¡¯s former sister-in-law? Thinking of Sang Yan, the beauty apparently recognized her, and waved, calling out, ¡°Sister-in-law¡ª¡± Sang Yan, who had finished selecting her items and put on her veil hat, was about to leave when she was called. Because He Ying¡¯s back was to her, despite feeling a sense of familiarity, she did not guess it was him. She recognized Jiang Yue, the younger sister-in-law of her original self, and assuming she was being bothered by a man, stepped forward to inquire, ¡°Jiang Yue, what¡¯s the matter?¡± As she asked, she looked at the man unconsciously, and the next moment her expression changed drastically, ¡°Emperor¡ª hmm¡ª¡± He Ying reacted quickly, raising his folding fan to cover Sang Yan¡¯s lips. Because of the force, her lips became engorged, turning a bright red. Sang Yan felt pain and quickly took two steps back, avoiding the fan. ¡°He¡­ Mr. He, what are you doing here?¡± Knowing the Emperor didn¡¯t want to reveal his identity, she carefully chose a suitable title. He Ying retracted the fan, his fingers unconsciously touching the place where the fan had touched her lips, as if her warmth was still there. ¡°Just out for a walk.¡± He said with a slight smile, his tone noncommittal. Sang Yan didn¡¯t ask further and turned to Jiang Yue, ¡°What was it that you called me for just now?¡± ¡°So, sister-in-law knows Mr. He.¡± Jiang Yue, still basking in the surprise, didn¡¯t notice the oddity between them and explained with a smile, ¡°It¡¯s like this. Sister-in-law, I took a fancy to Mr. He¡¯s folding fan and thought of buying it for my second brother since his birthday is coming up. Unfortunately, I forgot that it¡¯s also his treasured possession. It was impolite of me.¡± With that, she bowed to He Ying and smiled, ¡°I hope you can forgive me.¡± The beauty had a way of conducting herself, a testament to good family upbringing. Any other man might have been moved by now. Unfortunately for her, she had encountered He Ying. He Ying did not do her any favors and said coldly, ¡°I hope you remember today¡¯s rudeness and not repeat it in the future.¡± Jiang Yue: ¡°¡­¡± She was severely embarrassed, her face burning, the redness spreading to her earlobes as if they might bleed. This Mr. He¡­ does he not fancy her? Yet she liked him so much. She was reluctant to give up. And still thought of finding out more about him. She tugged at Sang Yan¡¯s sleeve and whispered, ¡°Sister-in-law, it¡¯s so rare to see you. Shall we go to Qingfeng Inn and listen to Mr. Feng tell a story?¡± One owns nothing, yet harbors a breeze in the heart. Sang Yan had heard of Qingfeng Inn¡¯s reputation and was naturally interested. Coupled with He Ying¡¯s presence, it was definitely not that simple. To avoid being alone with him, she too had to agree. ¡°Sure.¡± She nodded and turned to He Ying with respect, ¡°I still have things to attend to, Mr. He, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you.¡± He Ying glanced at her and chuckled, ¡°No rush. I¡¯ve just reserved the place at Qingfeng Inn. If you want to go in, you¡¯ll probably have to join me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± They could find another place to spend time, thank you very much. But Jiang Yue eagerly picked up the conversation, ¡°Great! What a coincidence. We¡¯ll have to thank Mr. He then.¡± He Ying found her bothersome and remained coldly silent. The group made their way to Qingfeng Inn. Today, Qingfeng Inn was indeed reserved by He Ying. The upper and lower floors were deserted and eerily quiet. As Sang Yan entered, she looked around and couldn¡¯t help but say, ¡°The hustle and bustle of life, the myriad of human conditions, cannot do without people. Mr. He, by reserving this place, you¡¯ve taken away much of Qingfeng¡¯s charm.¡± ¡°Haha. The Princely Heir¡¯s wife speaks the truth.¡± A clear male voice rang out from the second floor. On hearing this, Sang Yan looked up and saw a handsome young man in his twenties, slim and tall, dressed in a grey linen robe, his long hair held back with a rough wooden hairpin, exuding the demeanor of a poor but refined scholar. ¡°I presume you are Mr. Feng.¡± Sang Yan returned the smile, with admiration in her eyes¡ªlook, this must be the legendary contentment in poverty and scholarly integrity. He Ying, catching a glimpse of her nearly worshipful expression, frowned, suddenly feeling it was a mistake to have come here. ¡°Indeed, I am he.¡± Feng Yicheng clasped his hands together and gave Sang Yan a gracious bow. Then, lifting his eyes, he looked at Sang Yan wistfully, ¡°It seems the Princely Heir¡¯s wife has forgotten me. I once had a friendship with Zuo Zhi.¡± Zuo Zhi was Jiang Ling¡¯s literary name. Like an upright gentleman, noble and refined as if cut and polished. Seeing Sang Yan, Feng Yicheng was reminded of the old friend. Reminded by him, Sang Yan also recalled information about Feng Yicheng from her predecessor¡¯s memory: the legitimate eldest grandson of the Imperial Censor, Feng Yi, a friend of Jiang Ling, both had passed the imperial examination together, attaining unlimited glory. Unfortunately, four years ago, Jiang Ling passed away, and Feng Yicheng also resigned from his official position. ¡°Oh, it turns out to be the elder brother of the Feng Family.¡± Sang Yan smiled lightly, ¡°It¡¯s been a long time, and I hardly dared to recognize you.¡± ¡°Cough cough¡ª¡± He Ying could not stand to see them getting along so well and coughed a few times. Upon hearing him, Feng Yicheng tensed up, quickly bowed to He Ying, his tone warm yet filled with respect, ¡°It¡¯s an honor to have you here, sir. Forgive me for not greeting you from afar.¡± He Ying scanned him with a cold gaze and said nothing. Feng Yicheng, sensing the Emperor was unhappy and that it was because of himself, was puzzled: he had received the message early on and had made careful preparations. Where had he erred to displease him? Wait, could it be because of Sang Yan? The Emperor likes Sang Yan? His expression changed, and he dared not think further. ¡°Please¡ª¡± With a smile and a gesture of his hand, he led the way. The group proceeded to a private room on the second floor. A servant had already prepared tea and snacks. Trails of faint fragrance wafted through the air. It came from the gilded Flying Fish Stove. Everything was elegant and exquisite. This exquisiteness was even evident in the soft cushion on the main seat, where a phoenix embroidered with gold threads seemed ready to take flight. This was the kind of treatment befitting the Emperor. No wonder people are madly pursuing power. But Sang Yan felt pressured¡ªclearly, the dastardly Emperor arranged everything. Was his leaving the palace today all for her? Otherwise, how could he have appeared so conveniently there? And in a shop frequented by women seeking rouge and powder? What exactly did he want to do? Chapter 25 - Chapter 25: Chapter 025 Destiny Chapter 25: Chapter 025 Destiny He Ying was on edge¡ª Mr. Feng laughingly exclaimed, ¡°Princely Heir, Heir¡¯s wife, Miss Jiang, please, taste this bamboo tea and tell me what you think.¡± As he spoke, he gracefully poured three cups of tea. The tea was a light yellowish-green. The liquid was crystal clear. Sang Yan picked up the cup, took a sip, and savored it delicately, smiling, ¡°It¡¯s very delicious. The first taste is a fresh aroma, like the air after rain rushing into the lungs, refreshing and invigorating.¡± ¡°This is my first time drinking bamboo leaf tea. It is indeed good.¡± Jiang Yue also praised it then turned to He Ying, seeking conversation, ¡°What do you think, Princely Heir?¡± He Ying sipped the tea, unimpressed by the luxuries he was accustomed to, ¡°Ordinary.¡± The atmosphere grew slightly awkward. Sang Yan took another sip of tea, smiling as she spoke in Mr. Feng¡¯s defense, ¡°To each their own, maybe this tea just isn¡¯t to the Princely Heir¡¯s taste.¡± ¡°Perhaps.¡± Mr. Feng called for a servant to come in and replace the tea. He followed with a modest smile, ¡°The Princely Heir is wealthy and well-versed, it is my fault for presuming.¡± ¡°Mr. Feng, you exaggerate,¡± said Sang Yan, appreciating his polite, cultured demeanor enough to add another sentence. That comment irritated He Ying, and he lost his temper, ¡°Knowing it was presumptuous, you should stop neglecting your duties. Return to your posts earlier and do some real work for the people, so as not to waste your decade of hard study.¡± Mr. Feng: ¡°¡­¡± He felt particularly targeted by the Emperor. Considering his years spent traveling, representing the Emperor to inspect the populace and eradicate evil¡ªhow could that be called neglecting his duties? There was only one explanation¡ªThe Emperor was angry! Why was he angry? Was it because he talked too much with Sang Yan? At that thought, he glanced at Sang Yan¡ªfour years had not decreased her beauty; rather, it seemed to enhance it. But the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous. Jiang Ling was dead. He vividly remembered him promising, ¡°Qingfeng, I will marry her. I don¡¯t believe in fate.¡± And then he had died. His death was very sudden. Sang Yan was indeed a virtuous woman, who had remained faithful for four years; a person of integrity, but the husband-killing fate was no joke. ¡°The Princely Heir gives wise counsel.¡± Mr. Feng¡¯s voice was submissive, but he shifted the topic, ¡°However, as the Saint says, ¡®Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.¡¯ My travels have also been fruitful.¡± Sang Yan was interested, quickly asking, ¡°What kind of fruit?¡± Since her arrival, her days had been stagnant; Mr. Feng¡¯s life experiences, in her eyes, transformed into impressive travel tales. Seeing her interest, He Ying felt bitterly jealous. Bringing her here indeed was a mistake. ¡°Mr. Feng, you¡¯d better think about what you¡¯re going to say. You don¡¯t want to embarrass yourself again.¡± He Ying warned him to moderate himself. Mr. Feng, receiving the hint, sighed, ¡°Clear breeze and bright moon at night, young man wields his sword freely. Drunk on songs and laughter, one dream knows no sorrow.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Why recite a poem all of a sudden? But what was the poem trying to convey? He Ying was also confused, ¡°What do you mean by this? Speak plainly, don¡¯t be cryptic.¡± ¡°This seems¡­ to be a poem by my older brother?¡± Jiang Yue, sitting quietly to the side, quietly raised her hand, making her presence felt. Mr. Feng agreed, ¡°Yes. Princely Heir, this was once composed by Jiang Zuo. Unfortunately, heaven envies the talented.¡± He could not mention Sang Yan¡¯s husband-killing fate in front of her, so he hinted, ¡°I once blamed heaven for this, but what I¡¯ve seen and encountered over the years has made me understand¡ªfate should not be contravened, or else¡ª¡± ¡°Mr. Feng!¡± He Ying, catching his insinuation, interrupted sternly, ¡°You need to stop talking now!¡± He did not want to hear others mention Sang Yan¡¯s husband-killing fate. Sang Yan had once used this reason to reject him, and it had become his taboo. ¡°I am the Emperor! I am the heavens!¡± He was suddenly furious and slammed the table harshly, revealing his identity. ¡°Emper¡ªEmperor¡ª¡± Jiang Yue was shocked and pale, she quickly knelt down: ¡°I pay respects to the Emperor¡ª¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± He did not want to reveal his identity in front of Jiang Yue. But since it was revealed, it didn¡¯t matter. ¡°You must discern what should and should not be said about what you saw today.¡± He suppressed his anger, his face expressionless, and waved his hand: ¡°Retire.¡± Jiang Yue stood up, her face still filled with panic, but also with determination: ¡°I, I am pleased with the Emperor.¡± She knew that after today, she had no chance to see the Emperor again, so even though she knew the Emperor had no interest in her, she still boldly expressed her feelings. Previously, without Sang Yan, He Ying might have treated her differently, seeing her as a beautiful and courageous woman with pure intentions. But with Sang Yan, no other woman could catch his eye. ¡°Find someone else to please.¡± He Ying rejected her very bluntly. Jiang Yue had mentally prepared herself, but hearing him say this, she still felt hurt and tears fell: ¡°¡­I take my leave.¡± She gave a bitter smile and bade farewell to both Sang Yan and Feng Yicheng. Sang Yan had watched the whole process and couldn¡¯t help but say: ¡°The lady has affection; why must the Emperor refuse her? I think you make a well-matched pair.¡± She truly wanted them to be together. That way, she would be free from worries. He Ying knew what she was thinking and felt as if he was being discarded, but given Feng Yicheng¡¯s presence, he couldn¡¯t erupt and just kept looking at him, his gaze stern and silent. Feng Yicheng was intelligent, and seeing the Emperor continually watching him, he knew he was impeding the Emperor. Though he wanted to persuade the Emperor to refocus, he also knew the Emperor was not one to heed advice. After some thought, he still bowed respectfully and retreated: ¡°I will go see how the tea is coming along.¡± He left. Quiet returned to the private room. Sang Yan found herself alone with him, and tension rose once more. The Emperor¡¯s gaze fell upon her. As if tangible. It made her heart race, restless, wanting nothing but to escape. ¡°Lift your head. Look into my eyes.¡± She heard the Emperor¡¯s almost commanding voice and subconsciously lifted her head¡ª Their eyes met in midair. ¡°Is being well-matched enough merely because of looks?¡± She saw the Emperor looking at her, his gaze deep, his tone serious yet gentle: ¡°Then you and I are the most well-matched.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Smack. As if something had struck her heart. Even though they were just two ordinary sentences. She felt weak, as if these words had deeply moved her. ¡°Do not joke, Emperor.¡± Sang Yan suppressed her heartbeat, feigned calm, and spoke softly: ¡°The Emperor is exalted, able to have any woman you desire, except for me. As Mr. Feng just mentioned, fate cannot be defied.¡± It was still the husband-killing fate she brought up. He Ying grew somewhat impatient, yet did not show it, still spoke in a calm and detached tone: ¡°If you care so much about fate, I could have the Observatory calculate our compatibility.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She did not care about fate; she just did not want to get involved with the King. Even though the Observatory might find their compatibility unfavorable, if the Emperor hinted the Observatory to change their judgment, would the Observatory dare to defy the Emperor¡¯s order? If the Observatory didn¡¯t dare, then she would truly be hurting herself. Just as she was thinking¡ª The Emperor spoke again: ¡°But I do not wish to. Do you know why?¡± Chapter 26 - Chapter 26: Chapter 026 Losing Composure Chapter 26: Chapter 026 Losing Composure Sang Yan speculated, ¡°The Emperor¡­ does not believe in fate?¡± ¡°No.¡± He Ying shook his head, his demeanor proud and commanding, ¡°What of fate? Predict too much, learn of it beforehand, sail smoothly, would that be interesting? No! I find that completely boring! Life, it¡¯s all about the struggle, that¡¯s what makes it interesting!¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± Madman! But she didn¡¯t want to struggle! She harbored no great ambitions; she only wanted to be like a salted fish, safe and smooth. ¡°Do not know if the Emperor has heard this saying?¡± ¡°What saying?¡± ¡°Where thoughts differ, people cannot coexist.¡± Is this a new way of refusal? He Ying frowned and asked, ¡°Where are our thoughts different?¡± Sang Yan honestly replied, ¡°I am a timid person and dare not take risks.¡± He Ying had known early on that she was like a timid wild rabbit and smiled, ¡°With me here. As long as you want, I am your greatest support.¡± Sang Yan dared not rely on an Emperor. Since ancient times, Emperors are passionate yet heartless; getting close to them only results in misfortune. ¡°Thank you for the Emperor¡¯s deep affection.¡± She once again tactfully refused, ¡°But I dare not.¡± Upon hearing this, He Ying unconsciously clenched his fist, his tone becoming heavier, exuding a hint of frustration, ¡°Sang Yan, is it that you dare not, or you do not want to?¡± Naturally, Sang Yan did not want to. But if she said that, the Emperor would definitely become even angrier, and it could very well lead to oppressive power. Sigh. Under someone¡¯s roof, one has no choice but to bow their head. In a quick thought, she responded, ¡°Because I do not dare, therefore I do not want.¡± This answer was very tactful. He Ying knew Sang Yan was clever, yet she used her cleverness to evade him. Indeed, he could take by force and act recklessly, trusting that no one would dare confront him, but if he won the person and not the heart, what meaning would it hold? Moreover, he was forbidden from indulging in the pleasures of women; all he sought was a heart. ¡°You will dare.¡± He Ying unclenched his fist; the silk in his palm was tinged with crimson. In fact, his palm had bled when he struck the table in anger. Sang Yan also saw it but pretended not to. Untimely concern could lead to misunderstandings. Thus now, she continued to pretend not to see. ¡°Emperor, if there is nothing else, I should return.¡± She wanted to leave. He Ying did not permit it. He summoned Feng Yicheng to come in, ordering him to open the doors for business and resume the normal storytelling session. Upon hearing this, Feng Yicheng, for some reason, recalled the two sentences Sang Yan had mentioned as she came in¡ªlife in the market, the myriad states of humanity, inseparable from people. Mr. He had booked the place, making Qingfeng Inn lose much of its charm. So, was the Emperor allowing people in now to add charm to the Qingfeng Inn? Indeed¡­ such favoritism. ¡°Yes.¡± He responded and left, going downstairs to open the doors to welcome guests. Soon, the guests began to crowd in. Most of them were regulars, finding their usual spots and clapping their hands shouting: ¡°Mr. Feng, when will you start today?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, yes, I¡¯m still waiting for that rapist to be cut into a thousand pieces!¡± ¡°He¡¯s really not human! That scum should be castrated and sent to the Imperial Palace to become a eunuch!¡± ¡­ They indignantly discussed yesterday¡¯s ¡°Debts of Love and Lust: Prime Seducer.¡± Sang Yan found Feng Yicheng sat at the long table, opened the book in front of him, and knocked the gavel, quieting everyone present. ¡°A rapist had recently set his sights on a rich merchant¡¯s daughter¡ª¡± He sipped some tea to moisten his throat, shook his head, and recounted, ¡°This daughter was as beautiful as a flower, graceful and alluring. Unfortunately, she had fallen mute due to a strange illness. Seeing his daughter at the age of marriage, the merchant was anxious and widely distributed pleas for medical help, hoping to cure his daughter¡­¡± ¡°The rapist then disguised himself as a woman, posing as a female physician to infiltrate their home.¡± He Ying, seeing Sang Yan interested, stole Feng Yicheng¡¯s words and went straight to the spoil, ¡°Unaware of the truth, the merchant, seeing ¡®her¡¯ as a woman, arranged for ¡®her¡¯ to live with his daughter¡ª¡± ¡°Hold on¡ª¡± Sang Yan disliked spoilers, and her attitude was quite unfriendly, ¡°With you saying that, how can I listen? You have spoiled the most exciting parts of what sounded like a good story.¡± Listening to her complaint, He Ying was not annoyed but smiled, ¡°This isn¡¯t just a story. It¡¯s a real fraud/rape case that happened last year in Fu State.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± God. This story was actually based on reality. Fraud/rape? And in ancient times where women held their chastity dear? What would happen to those poor girls who lost their chastity? The thought made Sang Yan furious. At this point, she no longer cared about spoilers; she just wanted to know how the villain was brought to justice quickly, so she urged, ¡°Keep going. What happened next?¡± While asking, she focused on Feng Yicheng¡¯s tale but thought the rapist learning medical skills too tedious; better to hear the Emperor¡¯s straightforward version. He Ying, pleased to see her entirely focused on him, was in great spirits, his smile flowing: ¡°The rapist didn¡¯t expect to succeed so easily, and with the merchant treating him generously, he wasn¡¯t in a hurry, so he stayed under his assumed identity. However, as time went by, the merchant¡¯s son took a liking to him, pursued him unsuccessfully, used force, and then his identity was revealed¡­¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± God. What¡¯s this? A case of a villain meeting another villain? ¡°What happened next? Was there a sentencing? How was he sentenced? Such scum should be physically castrated!¡± ¡°Executed by death through dismemberment.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Sang Yan paused and said, ¡°It¡¯s still an inadequate death penalty.¡± Executing by dismemberment seemed a bit too bloody. The harsh penalties of ancient times lacked the humanitarian spirit of modern judicial systems. Seeing her expression somewhat strained, suggesting she found it cruel, He Ying softened his smile and solemnly said, ¡°Though this man failed this time, he had previously deceived and raped countless women using the same method of cross-dressing. Upon thorough investigation, there were as many as two hundred and eight victims. Moreover, he had even taken on twelve apprentices.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Utterly despicable! Beast! She slammed the table in anger, ¡°Damnable! Even dismemberment cannot¡­ redeem his¡­ sins¡­¡± Her voice trailed off. Sigh. How foolish of her. To bang on the table in front of the Emperor, she must have been the first to do so. ¡°Emperor, forgive me. I have lost my composure.¡± She hitched up her skirt, about to kneel in apology¡ª ¡°No need to kneel.¡± He Ying quickly intervened, his voice gentle, ¡°I like you this way. You may lose your composure more often.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor¡¯s love talk, wicked! Sang Yan¡¯s heart skipped a beat but quickly normalized and resumed the previous topic, ¡°What was the aftermath of this case? Especially the victims, how are they doing?¡± She had a feeling that the answer was one she wouldn¡¯t like. He Ying said nothing. The criminal was punished with death, ending the matter, but most victims¡¯ lives were completely destroyed, plunging into hell. ¡°They must be very pitiable.¡± Sang Yan frowned sympathetically, ¡°It¡¯s not their fault, yet they have to bear the world¡¯s spitting and unfair treatment.¡± The status of women was too low. She still couldn¡¯t help but want to do something for the women of this era. ¡°Emperor, have you ever thought that the male-dominant society under your rule is very unfair to women?¡± Chapter 27 - Chapter 27: Chapter 027 Heart Disease Chapter 27: Chapter 027 Heart Disease He Ying naturally had never considered this issue. He even thought that male superiority over females was a very normal thing. Seeing that he remained silent, Sang Yan knew he couldn¡¯t empathize, and she couldn¡¯t help but mock herself with a smile, ¡°What ¡®three obediences and four virtues¡¯? What ¡®starvation is trivial, but loss of chastity is catastrophic¡¯? All these, they suffocate the thoughts of women. Emperor, I detest such a world.¡± At this point, she met the Emperor¡¯s gaze, and her tone became sharp for the first time, ¡°You see, I am such a rebellious and utterly unrighteous person. I am even unfit to exist in this world.¡± Because she knew she was unfit to exist in the world, she lived in isolation and withdrew from society. Yet he disturbed her peace time and again. He Ying pondered her words, and although he did not agree, he did not refute them either but rather indulged her, ¡°You should know that I am the Lord of the World, as long as you are by my side, there is nothing that would render you unfit to exist.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Was he implying¡ªhe would accommodate and understand her thoughts? ¡°Ever since I met you, I knew you were different from other women. The way you look at me, aside from occasional fear, is always lucid and pure. I have never seen such a gaze at the center of power.¡± He was confessing his own heart, his tone deep and gentle. Sang Yan¡¯s heart uncontrollably fluttered again¡ªthe favor of the most powerful man in the world really had too great a destructive power. Even though she repeatedly warned herself and guarded strictly, there were still moments when she was moved. ¡°Perhaps the Emperor has seen too little.¡± Sang Yan deliberately misinterpreted the Emperor¡¯s sincerity. He Ying was somewhat displeased, but he did not erupt in anger, instead, he laughed helplessly, ¡°Then deceive yourself. It doesn¡¯t matter, I am not in a hurry.¡± ¡°Clap, clap, clap¡ª¡± Suddenly, a round of applause erupted downstairs. It turned out Feng Yicheng was talking about the rapist being stripped by a lady¡¯s brother, revealing his male identity. ¡°Ha ha ha, truly, a villain meets a villain!¡± ¡°To be favored by the lady¡¯s brother, he must be a handsome bastard, and he even taught himself medical skills¡ªit shows he¡¯s also smart, but what a pity, smartness not used for good.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! So smart, why not do something worthwhile instead of engaging in such vile deeds!¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I say, his heart isn¡¯t right, and all his actions are evil!¡± The tea guests expressed their opinions one after another. Sang Yan also sighed, ¡°This person is a criminal with high intelligence. What a waste.¡± He Ying, listening to this, laughed meaningfully, ¡°When I saw the case files, I thought the same. Look, our thoughts are alike.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor really wouldn¡¯t miss any opportunity to flirt with her! What a pity! Her heart was like a rock, immovable, yet she intentionally threw cold water, ¡°No, I¡¯m saying, not to nationally announce such case examples as warnings is a waste.¡± He Ying saw through her thoughts, yet still smiled meaningfully, ¡°No need to feel it¡¯s a waste. I have thought the same and acted accordingly. However, instead of a national announcement, it was distributed to each state, instructing state officials to be more vigilant and prevent such crimes. As for notifying the public, to avoid petty criminals imitating and causing greater panic and chaos, that has been put aside.¡± It was similar to not publicizing modern methods of committing crimes. ¡°¡­Emperor is wise.¡± Sang Yan paid a compliment, then added, ¡°But what about the victims? Their chastity and reputation are damaged, besides those who took their own lives, surely some are barely surviving, right? Has the Emperor provided any consolation? You said it happened last year, there is still time to make amends.¡± He Ying thought for a moment, then said, ¡°If you insist, when I return I will issue an imperial decree.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This was his implication¡ªhe could, on her account, provide consolation for those victims. She didn¡¯t want to accept this favor, so she said, ¡°The Emperor is a wise ruler, and should love his people as his children. Women are in a disadvantaged position, as the imperial father, you should provide even more protection.¡± She was flattering the Emperor. He Ying, unconvinced, scoffed, ¡°What you said earlier is correct. I indulge in women¡¯s company to my detriment¡ªit¡¯s a sick heart. But do you know what sickness of the heart I have? If you knew, you wouldn¡¯t be saying these things to me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She should follow his words and ask¡ªwhat sickness of the heart does the Emperor have? But approaching the Emperor¡¯s heart only meant becoming more entangled. This was not her intention. ¡°I have overstepped,¡± she said. She stepped back to a safer distance. He Ying looked at her, his gaze complex, grateful she didn¡¯t inquire further. Sang Yan¡¯s attention returned to the story unfolding below. Feng Yicheng was still narrating the progress of the story. At the climax, another round of loud applause erupted. He Ying disliked her focus on another man and started a conversation, ¡°I actually left the palace yesterday to look for you. Unfortunately, you were not in Sang Mansion. I thought you had run away. Fortunately, you hadn¡¯t. Otherwise, I do not know what I might have done.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Threat! A definite threat! Her heart clenched, and she quickly stated, ¡°I had asked to go to the manor myself.¡± ¡°Asked yourself? That¡¯s not what I heard,¡± he said with a cooling tone. He Ying¡¯s mood deteriorated, his voice growing colder, ¡°Your parents drove you to the manor, showing no mercy or pity for you¡ªtruly detestable. Do you want me¡ª¡± Although Sang Yan was moved by his defense, she didn¡¯t want to complicate matters and replied, ¡°Today, the Emperor has coincidentally met me, surely you¡¯ve investigated many things about me. You should know the peace and comfort I enjoyed at the manor. I like the life there, and it was indeed of my own volition that I went.¡± He Ying listened and felt mixed emotions; he liked that she didn¡¯t crave fame or fortune, yet he was annoyed that she didn¡¯t crave it. What would it be like now if she had ambitions, if her ambitions were him? ¡°Those who do not seize the gifts of heaven invite disaster upon themselves,¡± he murmured after a while. Sang Yan heard him, her heart skipping a beat, ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± The gifts from heaven, if you do not accept them, you, in turn, invite heaven¡¯s retribution. The Emperor was threatening her! He Ying unveiled the silk covering, looking at the ghastly wound, his tone nonchalant, ¡°What is it?¡± Sang Yan weakly replied, ¡°Heaven is merciful.¡± He Ying chuckled lightly, glancing at her with a serious look, ¡°Then do not waste heaven¡¯s mercy.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She found herself at a loss for words. She offered him a handkerchief. He Ying didn¡¯t take it but extended his hand instead, ¡°Wrap it for me.¡± Sang Yan instinctively warned, ¡°Emperor, you should not be close to women.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± He froze for a moment. After a while, he took the handkerchief and wrapped it himself. ¡°Actually, I am not afraid of becoming ill because of you; it¡¯s just that my appearance when I am ill is truly hideous and frightening, I don¡¯t want to scare you.¡± He spoke while wrapping the wound. This unintentional tenderness was always touching. Sang Yan thought about when she tried to touch him earlier and how he threatened to beat her to death. Wait¡ª She must stop thinking! This Emperor is too seductive! ¡°Just now, the Emperor mentioned his heart ailment, knowing the real reason for his illness, he should clearly communicate with the Imperial Physician and not conceal it.¡± She said it casually. But again, she broached a dangerous subject. ¡°Not just anyone is worthy to hear about the Emperor¡¯s heart ailment.¡± The Emperor¡¯s voice was heavy, but his eyes looked at her, gentle yet resolute, ¡°But Sang Yan, I give you this opportunity. So, do you want to listen?¡± Chapter 28 - Chapter 28: Chapter 028 Obstacles Chapter 28: Chapter 028 Obstacles Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to listen. The reason was still the same¡ªtouching upon the Emperor¡¯s painful spot meant deeper entanglement. All she wanted was to keep her distance from the Emperor. Thus, she tactfully refused, offering a compensatory smile, ¡°Emperor, any of your concubines who receives such an opportunity would be tearfully grateful. As long as you open your heart to them, you will discover many interesting souls, and I am just ordinary.¡± ¡°What if you are just ordinary?¡± He Ying¡¯s gaze drifted off, his expression somewhat lonely, ¡°With myriad choices like the abundant water of Ruishui River, drinking only a ladle is a choice in itself. I have chosen you, and I will not choose another.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Is the Emperor a love-talk-producing machine? She felt if things continued this way, she really wouldn¡¯t be able to bear it anymore. ¡°I am frightened.¡± She lowered her head, seemingly obedient but rebellious at heart. ¡°Accompany me for a walk.¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± They left the elegant private room one after the other. Outside the private room, The people they brought along tacitly followed suit. He Ying glanced at them without expression, but his strong aura staggered their steps. However, protecting their master was an instinct rooted deep in their bones, and they all kept their distance as before. Unaware of this, Sang Yan put on her veil hat after leaving Qingfeng Inn. ¡°Where would you like to go, my lord?¡± ¡°I am open to anything. The key question is, do you have a preferred destination?¡± ¡°¡­No.¡± She truly didn¡¯t have one. Traveling with the Emperor was too stressful. And she was afraid of the possibility of the original host cursing the Emperor¡ª who knows if it would extend to him? Seeing her response, He Ying said, ¡°Since you don¡¯t have a preference, we¡¯ll go where I wish to go.¡± He then revealed a mischievous smile, ¡°You are so clever; surely you know where I want to go, right?¡± Sang Yan understood immediately, ¡°Emperor wants to return to the palace?¡± He Ying nodded with a smile, a look of approval on his face, ¡°Correct. I¡¯m taking you back to the palace. See, we really are in tune.¡± Who¡¯s in tune with you! You oppressive tyrant! Sang Yan silently complained, then said aloud, ¡°What if I don¡¯t want to?¡± He Ying looked at her, his gaze slightly cold with an intimidating air, ¡°Sang Yan, people always have to do things they don¡¯t want to do.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Emperor! Emperor! ¡°However, if you can make me happy, I might grant you a few more days of freedom.¡± The Emperor was playing hard to get! Such cunning! Filled with spirit, Sang Yan proposed, ¡°Emperor, may I ask you a question?¡± He Ying nodded, ¡°You may.¡± ¡°It might be a bit offensive.¡± ¡°Go ahead. You are pardoned in advance.¡± ¡°Thank you, Emperor.¡± Sang Yan asked with relief, ¡°Emperor, tell me, if you were to knock yourself out with a punch, does it mean you are strong, or does it mean you are weak?¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± What kind of question is that? He really didn¡¯t know how to respond at that moment. Seeing him frowning silently, Sang Yan felt she had scored a victory. Suppressing her laughter, she pretended to be aggrieved, ¡°I am foolish and very curious to know, I hope the Emperor can enlighten me. If you cannot answer now, I won¡¯t rush; you can think it over slowly after returning to the palace.¡± Wasn¡¯t he going to give her a few days of freedom? If he couldn¡¯t answer, would he feel embarrassed to face her? Oh, she was indeed too clever. He Ying easily saw through her small scheme but was temporarily at a loss on how to handle her. ¡°I asked you to make me happy, yet here you are, troubling me with such a question.¡± ¡°Emperor is supremely intelligent; how could such a trivial matter trouble you? I believe the Emperor can surely provide an answer.¡± Sang Yan nonchalantly flattered him, putting him on a pedestal. He Ying, seeing her smug look, found it amusingly adorable and thus indulged her. The two walked and talked along the bustling main street. During that time, they watched acrobatics and selected jewelry. While selecting jewelry, He Ying felt they were crudely made and unworthy of being worn by her. ¡°I have already had the Clothing Bureau create jewelry for you. Once you enter the palace, they will send it over.¡± ¡°Your honey is my arsenic. I actually find these pieces of jewelry quite appealing and fitting for me.¡± She was indirectly rejecting him. He Ying could tell, his brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, only sighed, ¡°Well, if you like them, wear them for fun.¡± His tone was like that of an indulgent father who was helpless against his mischievous daughter. Sang Yan felt goosebumps all over¡ªit was too creepy. How did the Emperor start sounding like a dad? ¡°Look at this one?¡± He Ying picked a wooden hairpin and showed it to her. Embedded in the hairpin was a red jade butterfly. For some reason, Sang Yan thought of Jiang Yue, who wore a red jade butterfly movable hairpin on her head. Hmph, the Emperor was indeed observant! ¡°Mediocre. It doesn¡¯t really suit my aesthetic.¡± She randomly selected a couple of pieces of jewelry, paid for them, and then left the stall. Seeing her leave, He Ying tossed down a gold ingot without waiting for the change, which the stall owner probably couldn¡¯t make anyway, and followed her carrying the wooden hairpin. His strides were long, and he caught up within a few steps, joking, ¡°Not bad. You are becoming less afraid of me now. You even dare to walk ahead of me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Alright. It was her lack of manners. This cursed feudal society. ¡°Emperor, forgive me.¡± She stopped, bowed her head, and admitted her mistake. He Ying said nothing, reached out, and inserted the wooden hairpin into her hair. Sang Yan felt it and suddenly looked up, her gaze startled, ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± He Ying gently smiled and slowly said, ¡°If you do not wish to return to the palace, allow this hairpin to accompany you. I hope you will think of me often.¡± These words carried a touch of humility. Sang Yan looked at his handsome face, feeling a bitter tang in her heart, and thought herself cruel for wounding his heart. No! Sang Yan, stay alert! Being softhearted towards men was the beginning of misfortune! ¡°Emperor, your affection¡­¡± I do not deserve such. May the Emperor soon clear his confusion. She had a thousand words to say, but they all turned into one phrase: ¡°I am apprehensive.¡± Hearing this, He Ying laughed with a tinge of helplessness, ¡°If you feel apprehensive, I always feel that it is my fault. Enough. One day, you will no longer feel apprehensive.¡± After saying this, he walked on. In the distance, a young woman was eating a skewer of candied haws as she walked toward them. He saw her, also bought a skewer of candied haws, and handed it to her. This time, Sang Yan did not refuse, she carefully avoided his hand, took it, and said a soft ¡°Thank you.¡± Just two words. But after she thanked him, she genuinely ate the candied haws. It was just such a simple act, but the impact on He Ying was immense. Happy. Endless happiness. Why was he so joyful just because she ate the candied haws he bought? As if all his efforts had been rewarded. He suddenly realized¡ªhe asked for little from Sang Yan, just her joyful acceptance of what he offered was enough to make him happy. ¡°Is it tasty?¡± ¡°¡­Quite tasty.¡± Sweet and sour, clean and uncontaminated. Truly a staple of drama series. ¡°I heard that a restaurant nearby also serves delicious food. Come with me.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Sang Yan was very conscious of her role as a companion. The two then went to the restaurant. The food at the restaurant was indeed excellent. After lunch and a conversation, they parted ways. He Ying sent a Hidden Guard to escort Sang Yan back to her manor, then returned to the Imperial Palace. Upon entering the Imperial Palace, he ordered Pei Muyang, ¡°Summon Feng Yicheng to the palace.¡± Chapter 29 - Chapter 29: Chapter 029 Obsessed with Love Chapter 29: Chapter 029 Obsessed with Love Feng Yicheng had entered the palace, and the sky was already nearing dusk. At that time, outside Qingning Palace, a row of guards was hitting themselves. ¡°Bang!¡± One punched himself on the forehead. The force was so fierce that his body shook and he nearly fell down. What mistake had they made for the Emperor to punish them this way? As Feng Yicheng pondered, he waited for the Emperor to summon him. He didn¡¯t have to wait too long before Pei Muyang arrived with a message, ¡°Mr. Feng, the Emperor invites you in.¡± Feng Yicheng expressed his thanks and then entered the palace. He was dressed in coarse cloth robes, which clashed starkly with the grandeur of the glittering palace. He Ying noticed this and frowned, ¡°You are the son of a distinguished family, yet you dress like this. What kind of impression does that give?¡± Feng Yicheng kneeled to pay his respects, smiling as he replied, ¡°This you do not understand. Traveling the world, observing the common people¡¯s conditions, if one dresses lavishly, then all who approach are sycophants, their true hearts hidden. If one dresses humbly, it¡¯s easier to encounter true empathy during hardships.¡± He Ying was not interested in this, and waved his hand, ¡°Rise.¡± He then offered him a seat. The two sat down to play chess. He Ying took the white pieces, which represent superiority, and made the first move as befits someone of rank. Feng Yicheng took the black pieces and followed suit. They played intensely for a quarter of an hour. The game was evenly matched, neither could claim advantage. It was then that He Ying spoke of the matter at hand, ¡°The fraud case in Fu State, you were once involved in the trial and should know of the plight of those victimized women. A year has passed, and you are to review the continued impact. I have disbursed three thousand gold from my private treasury for you to distribute as you see fit. Additionally, if there is any slanderous talk persecuting them, trace it to its source and suppress it with severe punishment. In summary, you must ensure their peace and happiness for the rest of their lives.¡± Feng Yicheng hadn¡¯t expected the Emperor to summon him for this matter, and among his surprise, he quickly guessed the reason, ¡°Because of something the Heir¡¯s wife said?¡± ¡°You are a clever man.¡± He Ying glanced at him and did not argue, which served as a tacit agreement. ¡°The Emperor is compassionate.¡± Feng Yicheng stood up and kneeled again, but his next words were, ¡°Only the Heir¡¯s wife¡­ is truly not a good match.¡± He had previously been mindful of Sang Yan¡¯s presence and held back much of what he wanted to say, but now he spoke his mind, ¡°Four years ago, when Jiang Zuo wished to enter an engagement with Sang Yan, I had advised against it. We even consulted Wan Jianzheng from the Observatory about their marital fate. It was inauspicious, but he would not heed advice, followed his own will, and met an early demise. Emperor, the lesson is clear, I hope you will reconsider before taking action.¡± ¡°You compare me with him?¡± He Ying frowned, visibly displeased, ¡°I am the Emperor, surely favored by heaven. Feng Yicheng, you ought to watch your words. Let this not happen again.¡± Feng Yicheng bowed his head in silence. He Ying told him to rise. Yet Feng Yicheng kept his head bowed, as though he would kneel indefinitely. He Ying¡¯s interest in the chess game vanished at once. He cast the chess piece he was holding back into the box, angrily saying, ¡°I thought you were different from those stubborn old pedants, but it turns out you are also one for blind adherence to tradition.¡± Hearing this, Feng Yicheng sighed, ¡°The Emperor is a wise ruler in a golden age, but Da He cannot afford this risk.¡± ¡°¡­ rise.¡± He Ying also sighed, his expression becoming grave, ¡°I am aware of your concerns. But she is the one I set my eyes on from the start. I cannot let her go.¡± Feng Yicheng disagreed, ¡°With three thousand women in the harem, how can you not let go of one girl?¡± He Ying paused for a while, then corrected, ¡°It should be said¡­ I do not want to let her go.¡± Feng Yicheng, ¡°¡­¡± This was a problem. The most to be feared is love-stricken foolishness, for it often leads to a tragic end. ¡°I am the Emperor, fearless.¡± He Ying¡¯s eyes were bright, his words filled with audacity. Seeing this, Feng Yicheng didn¡¯t know what more to say. Just then, Pei Mu walked in, paying his respect and whispering, ¡°Emperor, not a single person has fainted.¡± He Ying frowned upon hearing this, seemingly in a dilemma. After pondering, unable to answer Sang Yan¡¯s question, he had ordered the guards to punch themselves as a test; now it seemed to have been futile. Suddenly, the attention shifted to the person kneeling before him. ¡°Feng Yicheng, you are learned and well-traveled, with broad experience; I have a question for you?¡± ¡°` Hmph. He praised me so highly, if I can¡¯t answer, let¡¯s see if he has the gall. Mr. Feng, unaware of the situation, respectfully said, ¡°Emperor, please pose your question.¡± He Ying then coughed twice, cleared his throat, and asked, ¡°It¡¯s like this. If you punch yourself and knock yourself out, does that mean you are strong or weak?¡± Mr. Feng: ¡°¡­¡± What kind of odd question is this? He also found it difficult, ¡°Emperor, why would you ask this?¡± He Ying said, ¡°I just thought of it. What¡¯s your view?¡± Mr. Feng thought for a while before replying, ¡°I can¡¯t claim to have any profound views; I just find this question¡­ very tricky.¡± ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°If I knocked myself out with a punch, and we assume it means that I¡¯m strong, then being strong contradicts the fact that I fainted. If we assume it means that I¡¯m weak, then being weak contradicts the fact that I managed to knock myself out with a punch. The trickiness of this question lies right here. Either answer leads to a contradiction.¡± ¡°Correct. Continue.¡± ¡°To solve this contradiction, you would need to step out of this logical paradox.¡± ¡°How do you step out?¡± ¡°Emperor, it¡¯s a word game. Knocking oneself out with a punch could also have nothing to do with strength or weakness. With this perspective, the premise of the question becomes invalid.¡± ¡°¡­That makes some sense.¡± He Ying raised his hand, indicating for him to stand up. After Mr. Feng stood up, he returned to his original seat and looked at the chessboard, only to realize that he had unwittingly fallen behind. ¡°It¡¯s your move.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± His mind preoccupied, he made one wrong move and then another. He Ying won the game, which improved his mood somewhat, and he changed the subject, ¡°After the matter in Fu State, you should join the court as an official. I need you.¡± Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng¡¯s expression turned somber and he diplomatically declined, ¡°There is no confidant in the court for me, and so it holds no charm. Emperor, I still prefer life outside the palace.¡± He Ying, thinking of his own confidant Jiang Zuo, frowned coldly, ¡°Mr. Feng, Jiang Ling has been dead for four years now. If you cannot move on, I will send you to join him.¡± He detested how they all pined for a dead man. Sang Yan was the same. And to his surprise, so was he. ¡°Emperor, please calm down.¡± Mr. Feng had not yet reached the point of a scholar dying for a confidant and tactfully remained silent. He Ying did not like to oppress others with power, and seeing Mr. Feng¡¯s sensible reaction, he spoke earnestly, ¡°Beiqi has been restless. I may have to lead the campaign myself before long. The court is full of crafty men; when the time comes, I will need you to check their influence.¡± Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng turned solemn and advised, ¡°Beiqi is currently embroiled in internal strife, with seven sons fighting for the succession, fighting amongst themselves. It poses no threat. And the court is filled with capable generals, why should you personally lead the campaign?¡± He Ying waved his hand with a smile, ¡°My mind is made up. You may leave now.¡± Mr. Feng: ¡°¡­¡± He couldn¡¯t persuade the Emperor. Just as his father couldn¡¯t persuade the late Emperor. The He Royal Family was full of obstinate people. He left the palace with a heavy heart. Night had fallen. Only a few sparse stars dotted the night sky. He was led out of the palace by a eunuch. On his way, he encountered the drunken Wan Zhang. Wan Zhang, disheveled, stumbled like a lost soul. Patrolling guards looked at him with disdain, keeping their distance. Mr. Feng, however, was different; he approached with a smile and greeted him, ¡°Director Wan, it has been a long time.¡± Wan Zhang, too drunk to recognize anyone, had to hold the man¡¯s face and look closely, ¡°Feng, Feng¡ª what¡¯s your name again?¡± ¡°I am Feng Yicheng.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Director Wan slapped his forehead, remembering, and laughed, ¡°You once came to me to have your fortune told.¡± He laughed, but then tears fell, ¡°Since ancient times, the pursuit of love has been a hero¡¯s grave, alas, such sorrow, such fate.¡± Thinking of the deceased Jiang Zuo, Mr. Feng¡¯s eyes reddened, but since he couldn¡¯t indulge in his sorrow, he forced a cheerful smile and said, ¡°Director Wan, would you please calculate my fortune in marriage once more?¡± ¡°` Chapter 30 - Chapter 30: Chapter 030: Disaster Chapter 30: Chapter 030: Disaster Sang Yan had enjoyed three days of tranquility. During these three days, the Emperor hadn¡¯t come to bother her. Thinking that he might still be scratching his head over her problem, her mood was delightfully skewed. It might have been too much happiness that led to sorrow. On the morning of the fourth day, Ms. Lin, the original host¡¯s mother, came. At that time, Sang Yan was feeding her two little wild rabbits with a carrot. One rabbit was black and the other white, with red, soft, cute eyes, and the sound of them crunching on the carrots was especially healing. ¡°Miss, the lady is here.¡± Qiuzhi reminded her. Hearing this, she looked up and saw Ms. Lin¡¯s face pale and distraught, her eyes swollen as if she had encountered a great disaster. ¡°Mother, what has happened?¡± Her heart clenched, she asked as she approached. Ms. Lin sighed and, pulling her back into the house and dismissing the servants, said, ¡°Ah Yan, your father is in trouble.¡± Sang Yan had anticipated this and asked, ¡°What has happened to him?¡± Ms. Lin replied, ¡°I¡¯m not exactly sure, but it seems there¡¯s been a locust outbreak in Wuzhou, and your father concealed it without reporting it.¡± Sang Yan was speechless. A locust outbreak was no small matter. With the backward production conditions, if not handled well, who knew how many people would starve. ¡°Why didn¡¯t he report it?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Ms. Lin started crying in desperation, ¡°I don¡¯t understand these matters. I only know that many officials are impeaching your father, accusing him of negligence, and they even want to execute him. Ah Yan, you must save your father.¡± Sang Yan was speechless. How could she, a frail woman, save him? Perhaps plead with the Emperor? Wait¡ª Could this be the Emperor¡¯s scheme? Unable to resolve his own issues and feeling embarrassed to see her, was he forcing her to come to him and plead? Thinking about this, she became infuriated: Despicable! Unfortunately, she couldn¡¯t avoid it; she had to go to the palace to learn more. ¡°I understand.¡± With a frown, she reluctantly entered the palace. First, she returned to Yuesang Palace. Seeing her return, Sang Ruoshui was both happy and angry, ¡°You¡¯ve finally come back. Father is about to be executed. It¡¯s all Qu Zhi¡¯s fault! You¡¯re still saving his daughter! She should just die in the Cold Palace!¡± She kept talking, venting her anger. Sang Yan became impatient and asked coldly, ¡°Stop! What¡¯s the situation now? Where is the Emperor?¡± Speaking of the Emperor, Sang Ruoshui felt a bitter pain. She knew about her father¡¯s troubles and had immediately sought the Emperor¡¯s mercy, but the Emperor outright refused to see her. Even when she tried using Sang Yan¡¯s name, the Emperor still refused. Now that Sang Yan herself was here, she wanted to see if he would meet her or not. ¡°I¡¯ve inquired; he is in the Imperial Study! All the officials are there!¡± She suppressed her jealousy, wishing for the Emperor to see Sang Yan one moment and hoping he wouldn¡¯t the next. Such conflicted agony. Unaware of her sister¡¯s feelings, Sang Yan, having learned of the Emperor¡¯s whereabouts, hurried to the Imperial Study. At that moment, The doors of the Imperial Study were tightly shut. The Chief Eunuch, Yu Huai De, waited outside, idly waving a horsetail whisk to drive away insects. He had lost the Emperor¡¯s favor because of Pei Muyang. But he hadn¡¯t given up. When a little eunuch in gray whispered a few words to him¡ª His deeply aggrieved face finally showed a smile, ¡°Good. Keep investigating. I knew that boy had a dubious background. It¡¯s only been sixteen years since the trouble with Pei Zhen, yet he dares to be so brazen.¡± Seeing him smile, the little eunuch pleasingly massaged his shoulders and added in a low voice, ¡°Old ancestor, just be patient a little longer. That Pei won¡¯t last much longer.¡± ¡°Sweet talker.¡± Yu Huai De tapped the little eunuch¡¯s head with the horsetail whisk and sent him away. It was at this moment that he saw Sang Yan approaching. She was the culprit responsible for his loss of the Emperor¡¯s favor. But what fault did she herself have? Whom the Emperor favored had always been the Emperor¡¯s affair. He had come to realize these past days that no one could truly sway the Emperor¡¯s thoughts. ¡°Miss Sang¡ª¡± He stepped forward with a smile, ¡°Are you here to see the Emperor? Is there something you need? The Emperor is currently discussing affairs with the ministers.¡± Sang Yan nodded and said, ¡°Please inform Mr. Yu that I am here to present strategies concerning the locust plague in Wuzhou.¡± The Emperor could be petitioned, but asking through beauty, she really had no face to speak up. After much thought, she thought of the modern locust plague¡ªthe nation deployed tens of thousands of ducks to combat the locusts. Thus, she came to offer her strategy. Yu Huai De, upon hearing this, hurriedly pushed the door open. Inside the hall it was dead silent. The ministers knelt on the ground, trembling and sweating profusely. The atmosphere had dropped to freezing. Not until Yu Huai De spoke loudly: ¡°Emperor, the eldest daughter of the Sang Family has arrived. She says she has strategies for the locust disaster in Wuzhou, to redeem her father¡¯s sins.¡± He Ying had anticipated her arrival, but had not expected her to come with a strategy. Indeed, she was always full of surprises. His sour mood was swept away, and he smiled, announcing, ¡°Let her in.¡± ¡°Emperor, it is highly inappropriate for a woman to discuss politics.¡± Qu Zhi was the first to express opposition. He was the Minister of Revenue, and since his daughter had narrowly escaped the Cold Palace, he despised the Sang Family and sparked this issue. Other ministers echoed: ¡°Emperor, a hen crowing at dawn heralds misfortune.¡± ¡°Indeed, it is well known that the Sang Family¡¯s daughter has a husband-killing fate; men who come near her become unlucky. Please cherish yourself, Emperor!¡± ¡°I have already investigated, the locust plague outbreak happened on the day the Sang Family¡¯s daughter entered the palace. It seems that this is why Sang Kun concealed it and failed to report.¡± ¡°All signs indicate that the Sang Family¡¯s daughter is a disaster of beauty! Please reconsider thrice, Emperor, and do not be blinded by beauty!¡± ¡­ They had all more or less heard rumors of the Emperor¡¯s fondness for the Sang Family¡¯s daughter. Now they were using it as a pretext to make a scene. Indeed, some were concerned about the Emperor¡¯s personal safety out of loyalty, but most were motivated by self-interest. The first woman the Emperor liked, or might potentially favor and bear an heir with, could not be her! Sang Yan entered and heard all their objections clearly. Anger and embarrassment were present. But more than that, she was pleased¡ªthe opposition from the ministers was good. She didn¡¯t even have to think of ways to dissuade the Emperor¡¯s favor. Unfortunately, she overestimated the ministers¡¯ ability and underestimated the Emperor¡¯s resolve. ¡°Silence!¡± He Ying shouted angrily, grabbing a petition from the table and throwing it: ¡°Those of you who have opinions, strip off your official uniform and get out!¡± Ministers: ¡°¡­¡± They were not so bold as to take off their official uniforms and abandon their careers for the sake of a woman. But they kneeled there in agreement, crying out in unison, ¡°Please reconsider, Emperor. Please reconsider.¡± It was obviously quite displeasing. Sang Yan, seeing the Emperor¡¯s increasingly impatient expression, quickly knelt down: ¡°I, Sang Yan, greet the Emperor.¡± He Ying raised his hand: ¡°Rise. You may sit.¡± Sang Yan glanced at the kneeling ministers and did not stand up: ¡°Emperor, I am here to redeem my father¡¯s sins.¡± ¡°Look¡ª¡± He did not hide his admiration for Sang Yan: ¡°If you were sinners, would any of your daughters have such courage?¡± Inside the ministers seethed: But that¡¯s only because our daughters haven¡¯t won your heart! With the Emperor¡¯s Heart, what would they dare not do? Sang Yan felt deeply awkward¡ªdid this damned Emperor not know he was attracting hatred toward her! ¡°Emperor, esteemed ministers¡ª¡± Sang Yan bowed respectfully, her demeanor humble: ¡°Concerning the locust plague, I have some humble opinions, sincerely seeking corrections.¡± Chapter 31 - Chapter 31: Chapter 031 Locust Plague Chapter 31: Chapter 031 Locust Plague He Ying encouraged, ¡°No need to be modest. Speak boldly.¡± Sang Yan then spoke up, ¡°Every creature has its natural enemy, one thing to overcome another. These locusts too have natural enemies, such as chickens, ducks, and geese. I have heard that tens of thousands of domesticated birds are bred in Shanglin Garden, perhaps we could give it a try.¡± ¡°Indeed, it¡¯s worth a try.¡± Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Tao Qin was the first to voice his concern: ¡°But the journey is long, and by the time the poultry arrives in Wuzhou, I fear the crops will have all been ravaged.¡± Hearing this, Sang Yan quickly added, ¡°Then we could requisition poultry from the areas surrounding Wuzhou. Replace taxes with poultry.¡± ¡°Nonsense!¡± Qu Zhi vehemently opposed, ¡°There has never been such a precedent before! Emperor, you must not let a woman bewitch the masses with such witchcraft!¡± And he shifted the topic, ¡°Emperor, Sang Kun hid the locust disaster and failed to report it, causing the farmlands of eight cities in Wuzhou to be completely destroyed, a sin unforgivable. His daughter¡¯s proposed solution is even more absurd¡ªlabor-intensive and costly, her intentions must be condemned!¡± His close subordinate Cai Yuan echoed, ¡°Mr. Qu speaks with reason.¡± Cai Yuan was the Director of Finance, involved in the administration and planning of national expenditures. ¡°Tens of thousands of poultry may not be able to solve the locust plague. With each city in Wuzhou already facing a food shortage, where can we collect so many poultry? The Sang Family¡¯s daughter merely lips the problem away expecting to solve the locust disaster, how ludicrous!¡± ¡°Enough!¡± He Ying could not stand anyone speaking ill of Sang Yan and defended her, ¡°Her solution is ludicrous¡ªwhat about yours? You¡¯ve been kneeling here for two hours without a clear thought? All of you get out!¡± The Ministers remained kneeling. He Ying didn¡¯t indulge them and harshly ordered, ¡°Guards! Drag them all out! If you wish to kneel, do it far from here!¡± ¡°Emperor, please reconsider.¡± ¡°Emperor, do not be bewitched by the demoness!¡± ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± The guards rushed in, about to drag them all out¡ª Sang Yan spoke up, ¡°Emperor, I have not yet finished speaking.¡± Without waiting for his response, she continued, ¡°Respected Ministers, my humble suggestions surely have many flaws, but the locust plague cannot be neglected. Not only do they devastate this year¡¯s crops, but they also have extremely strong breeding capabilities, and the eggs laid will blight next year¡¯s crops as well. Using poultry to extinguish locusts not only eliminates the locusts themselves but also their eggs. Though it may be a case of closing the barn door after the sheep has escaped, it can prevent the calamity of locusts next year. Esteemed officials, we must not only look at the present but consider the long-term.¡± Her words stunned them. No one spoke again. He Ying waved his hand, signaling the guards to retreat, and commanded, ¡°Summons Sang Kun here.¡± By the time Sang Kun arrived, it seemed the Ministers had set aside their previous grievances and began to earnestly address the issue of using poultry to eradicate locusts. Sang Yan proposed a few more solutions, such as partnering with merchants to purchase poultry, transporting poultry by both land and sea routes, and issues of poultry health and safety. They debated for another three hours. From time to time, Ministers¡¯ stomachs growled. Sang Yan¡¯s stomach was growling too. Fortunately, with all the rumbling sounds, it was not so noticeable. But she was bashful, and her face still flushed with embarrassment. He Ying noticed and temporarily called a halt, ordering meals to be served. The Ministers, starved by then, ran to the side hall next to the Imperial Study to eat, fearing that if they were late, there¡¯d be no food left. Sang Yan also wanted to run, but she was stopped. ¡°Stay, and eat with me.¡± His words startled a few officials who were a step behind. Including Sang Kun. ¡°Mr. Sang has raised a fine daughter!¡± Exiting the Imperial Study, Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Tao Qin sighed with a mixture of envy and jealousy. Sang Kun felt doubly pleased, smiling broadly, yet spoke modestly, ¡°Ah, such is the fortune of children and grandchildren.¡± He had just been released from prison, yet he looked energetic and well-dressed, clearly having been comfortable during his time in confinement. And to be so comfortable after being imprisoned for a crime, it couldn¡¯t have been possible without the Emperor¡¯s consent. ¡°Selling his daughter for glory!¡± Qu Zhi looked at his smug and arrogant demeanor, his jealousy and hatred making his teeth itch, ¡°Sang Kun, don¡¯t celebrate too soon! Pray your daughter doesn¡¯t doom the Emperor, otherwise, prepare for your entire family to be executed!¡± Hearing these words, Sang Kun felt somewhat uneasy internally, but maintained a calm demeanor with a faint smile, ¡°Mr. Qu, choose your words wisely.¡± ¡°What? You dare to do it but fear others talking about it? For the sake of climbing up the ladder, you sent a widow with a husband-killing fate into the palace¡ª¡± ¡°Mr. Qu¡ª¡± Cai Yuan tugged at Qu Zhi¡¯s sleeve and advised in a low voice, ¡°The Sang Family¡¯s daughter is not yet a concubine, and the Emperor hasn¡¯t granted her a title. There¡¯s no rush. The harem is still under the Empress Dowager¡¯s watch.¡± Qu Zhi thought about it and found the reasoning sound, finally showing a smile on his face, ¡°Hmph, a woman of dubious reputation wants to enter the Imperial Palace? I¡¯d like to see just how long you can keep smiling!¡± These words struck at Sang Kun¡¯s heart. The smile on his face gradually froze, and concern slowly crept into his eyes. ¡°Mr. Sang, let¡¯s move on.¡± An official ahead turned back to call for him. ¡°¡­Right.¡± He forced a smile and turned back for a glance at the closed door of the Imperial Study. Inside the Imperial Study He Ying ate his meal and, seeing the furrowed brows of the person opposite him, asked, ¡°What are you thinking about?¡± Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°I¡¯m not thinking anything.¡± ¡°Not thinking anything, why do you frown?¡± After asking, he indulged her with a smile, teasing, ¡°If you wish to challenge me, I¡¯ll let you do so. Aren¡¯t you happy?¡± He referred to the nearly wager-like question. Sang Yan mentioned this and curled her lips, mocking, ¡°Happy about what? In the end, I still had to enter the palace to beg you.¡± He Ying chuckled lightly, sounding very innocent, ¡°That was not my intention. You can¡¯t blame me for this.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Alright. Indeed, he was not to be blamed. It was the fault of her original father! Her original father dared to make such a mistake even before she had any relationship with the Emperor; she dared not imagine what he might do recklessly if she really got involved with the Emperor! History shows that the families of favored concubines always inflate with pride because of the favor! To prevent even greater calamities, she put down her chopsticks, knelt down, and said earnestly, ¡°My father is at fault. The Emperor should punish him to set an example. Otherwise, it would be hard to convince the people.¡± He Ying did not expect her to ask him to punish her own father; after his surprise, he smiled, ¡°You are quite fair. But it¡¯s just a minor matter, not important. Besides, you¡¯ve already made amends for your father¡¯s transgressions.¡± Sang Yan disagreed, adamant, ¡°A great dike breaches due to an ant hole. Emperor, do not neglect a wrongdoing no matter how small.¡± ¡°Enough. I have my own judgment.¡± In truth, he hoped Sang Kun would make some mistakes, giving him an excuse to extend his favor by association. See, isn¡¯t he getting to know her better now? The more he understood her, the more he liked her. He admired her impartiality and clear-headedness, yet he wished she could be a bit more selfish. ¡°Rise.¡± He looked at her, murmuring softly, ¡°If your father heard these words, I wonder how much it would hurt his heart.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She inexplicably felt like the perfect son-in-law. What was this? The darn Emperor was flirting with her again! Hmph! She countered, ¡°Emperor, that¡¯s emotional blackmail. Besides, what I did was not to harm him but to love him, to ensure he makes fewer mistakes.¡± She didn¡¯t want to be seen as a protective umbrella, repeatedly diminishing the Emperor¡¯s favor. Wait a second¡ª Perhaps she could try playing the smart and crafty game? Chapter 32 - Chapter 32: Chapter 032: Decision-making Chapter 32: Chapter 032: Decision-making ¡°Enough.¡± Working on it further will only complicate things between the two of them and might as well result in a mess. He Ying spoke sincerely, ¡°With your clear sense of right and wrong, you would be a blessing to the world if you were in a high position.¡± Sang Yan, as if facing a formidable enemy, humbly said, ¡°Emperor, you flatter me.¡± ¡°I do not praise lightly. Rise. You need not kneel when we are alone in the future.¡± ¡°¡­¡± This privilege of avoiding kneeling also seemed overwhelming. Sang Yan stood up, returned to her original spot, quickly finished her meal, and was about to take her leave. He Ying didn¡¯t let her, asking, ¡°I intend to put your father in charge of this matter. What do you think?¡± This was an opportunity for Sang Kun to redeem himself. Sang Yan, not familiar with Sang Kun¡¯s abilities and considering the hiding of the locust plague as a lack of official integrity, said, ¡°The locust plague is a serious matter, the Emperor should choose someone wise and capable. If you believe he has the capability, the decision is yours.¡± She passed the decision back to him. He Ying, unable to help but smile wryly, said, ¡°You really are slippery.¡± After laughing, he changed his tone, ¡°But, he raised a fine daughter like you, how could he be without ability?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor really knew how to offer compliments. But she was not the original host; she wasn¡¯t Sang Kun¡¯s daughter. ¡°Emperor, please rethink this.¡± ¡°It¡¯s alright. I trust you. Let him take on this task. As for the subsequent disaster relief, do you have someone in mind?¡± He even asked her. Sang Yan was displeased, ¡°Is the Emperor trying to be lazy?¡± He really was showing more and more traits of an incompetent ruler. He kept delegating his power to her. Hearing this, He Ying, partially in playful banter, laughed, ¡°Oh, so I am being lazy. It feels quite good. So, do you have someone in mind?¡± Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°I do not.¡± ¡°You¡¯re probably not familiar with the court officials.¡± He Ying then introduced, ¡°The one with the strongest opposition is Qu Zhi, the Minister of Revenue. You previously pleaded for the concubines in front of the Empress Dowager and Princess Consort Li is his daughter. Yet, he did not appreciate your kindness and instead turned against you. Do you regret saving her?¡± Sang Yan still shook her head, ¡°I only strive to have a clear conscience.¡± Seeing this, He Ying stared at her intensely, ¡°What a clear conscience. Do you feel the same towards me?¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± She avoided his intense gaze and remained silent. At this moment, the Ministers finished their meal and came over. He Ying composed himself and continued to discuss state affairs with the ministers. This time, a decision was made within two hours. ¡°The task of locust eradication is assigned to Sang Kun, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, supported by three thousand Imperial Army troops. The disaster relief will be handled by Tao Qin, Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. The devastated farmlands will be registered, and taxes in the eight cities of Wuzhou will be halved, with appropriate relief for those in extreme poverty. Yu Huai De, you will also go on my behalf to console the people.¡± This string of commands stunned the ministers. Yu Huai De was surprised by this unexpected good fortune and quickly knelt in gratitude, ¡°Emperor is wise. Your servant will not fail your grace.¡± The other ministers, although reluctant, also had to kneel and obey, unanimously saying, ¡°Emperor is wise.¡± ¡°Alright, you may all leave now.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The ministers left the Imperial Study and gathered in small groups, airing their grievances. ¡°The Emperor really is biased.¡± ¡°Yes. Sang Kun is assigned to eradicate locusts with the help of three thousand Imperial Army troops, but Tao is put in charge of disaster relief under just one official¡¯s supervision.¡± ¡°It¡¯s because he has a good daughter!¡± ¡°A demoness brings disaster to the country!¡± ¡­ They all wore worried expressions, their words filled with envy and jealousy. Only Sang Kun wore a triumphant smile, humming a tune, and strutted off. ¡°What a petty triumph!¡± Qu Zhi stomped his foot in annoyance, ¡°I want to see how long he can be proud!¡± Cai Yuan, seeing this, whispered in his ear, ¡°Sir, if Sang Kun successfully eradicates the locusts¡ª¡± His position might become unstable. Unless Qu Zhi could rise higher. But without any achievements, how could he be promoted? Princess Consort Li had once again lost the Emperor¡¯s favor. ¡°I want my position, but it depends on whether he has the fate to keep it!¡± A murderous intent flashed through Qu Zhi¡¯s eyes. ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation around her. Qu Zhi turned back and saw the Emperor and Sang Yan coming out together. They even got on the sedan chair together. This! This! Qu Zhi was dumbstruck: Insane! Truly insane! Sang Yan also thought the Emperor had gone mad. She had resolved the matter with her father and just wanted to leave the palace. Then the Emperor said, ¡°I will take you back to Yuesang Palace. Your sister misses you.¡± The latter sentence was clearly the reason for keeping her. To keep her was one thing, but to escort her in a sedan chair, wasn¡¯t that ¡°too much¡±? How could she, a daughter of a minister without rank, ride in the Emperor¡¯s sedan chair? ¡°Your Majesty, this is not proper!¡± She refused at the first instance. What came in return was a threat from the Emperor, ¡°If you don¡¯t get on, I will carry you up. If I become ill then, who knows what I might do.¡± Sang Yan had no choice but to get on the sedan chair. Fortunately, the sedan chair was spacious enough to avoid contact with him. Yet, wherever the sedan chair passed, everyone knelt down, including the ministers, who knelt for her, leaving her feeling incredibly conflicted. Admittedly, the feeling of supreme dominance, with the world at her feet, was intoxicating, but, what a sin! Frowning, she felt gloomy: ¡°Through fierce fire into oil, dressed up like a flowery spectacle¡ªdoes the Emperor intend to kill me with favor?¡± ¡°You see, you always interpret my actions maliciously. Could it not be that I am pleased with you and wish to enjoy the realm together?¡± He Ying looked at her tenderly, his tone somewhat sad, ¡°Ah Yan, your heart is encased in ice; if not through fierce fire, how could I melt it?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She was, for once, at a loss for words. The Emperor was now using a self-suffering strategy! ¡°Ah Yan, putting aside your worries, does riding in the sedan chair truly make you so uncomfortable?¡± The Emperor was bewitching her! It must be! ¡°Ah Yan, don¡¯t betray your heart.¡± Emperor! Emperor! Sang Yan said, ¡°Your Majesty, people¡¯s hearts change easily. What I like now may not be what I like later. But people must not yield to their own desires. Often, individuals destroy themselves over the things they cherish.¡± She was hinting¡ªeven if she liked power, she wouldn¡¯t be seduced by it. He Ying understood her meaning but deliberately misconstrued, ¡°With such words, I am reassured. All this talk of a heart tied to a deceased husband and no intent to marry will change. Someday, your heart will lean toward me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± What was that all about? Was the Emperor deliberately provoking her? She shut down. She turned her head, refusing to look at him or speak any further. The sedan chair passed by the Imperial Garden. The Imperial Garden was in full bloom with butterflies fluttering around. Several concubines were enjoying the flowers and chasing butterflies. From a distance, they all looked shocked yet envious at the scene in the sedan chair. Princess Consort Li Qu Xueli was among them. She stepped forward, blocking the sedan chair, and said, ¡°Your Majesty, isn¡¯t this against the propriety?¡± She was fortunate to be out of the Cold Palace but had not learned to restrain herself. Jinpin, Xie Jinhua, tugged at her sleeve, trying to remind her, but she ignored it. In fact, seeing her like this, she also had a kind of proud spirit that feared no authority. Unlike the other concubines. Unfortunately, the Emperor¡¯s eyes already had the most unique person in them. ¡°I thought¡­ I am the rule!¡± The last five words, not loud but cold and deep, suppressed any rebuttal. Such was the majesty of an Emperor. Chapter 33 - Chapter 33: Chapter 033: Thousand Years Chapter 33: Chapter 033: Thousand Years The sedan chair continued to move forward. After passing the Imperial Garden, Sang Yan finally raised her head. She had just faced the Emperor¡¯s concubine, inexplicably feeling like an adulteress caught in the act. Ah, the Emperor had lost his humanity. It¡¯s all about rules for him! Though that was the truth, playing tough often brought hatred. But nobody dared to hate the Emperor. Even Qu Xueli, when she ran to the Empress Dowager, could only fault Sang Yan: ¡°She has neither status nor official position, yet she dares to share a sedan with the Emperor. I heard she even ran into the Imperial Study to plead for her father. A shameless widow, seducing in the Imperial Palace, deserves to be beaten to death with sticks!¡± Empress Dowager Pei Yiqing sat on her phoenix couch, listening without speaking. She appeared indifferent, slightly squinting her eyes, twirling her Buddha Beads, as if she had truly become a Buddha. Qu Xueli continued, ¡°Empress Dowager, she disregards palace regulations and deludes the sage hearing. You cannot remain compassionate and soft-hearted!¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Buddha Beads by the Empress Dowager¡¯s side became impatient first: ¡°You lack the ability to please the Emperor¡¯s Heart, do not reflect on your behavior, yet have the audacity to babble complaints before the Empress Dowager. She let you out, not to bother her with every issue.¡± Qu Xueli, unexpectedly rebuked by a palace maid, wanted to scold her but restrained herself. ¡°It is my uselessness.¡± She lowered her head, adopting an obedient attitude. Seeing this, the Empress Dowager spoke as well, her tone still rather gentle: ¡°Princess Consort Li, you should have learned from the Cold Palace incident. That Sang Family¡¯s daughter, even if favored, so what? If the Emperor really liked her, he would have favored her long ago, or even admitted her into his harem, leaving no room for your grievances.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right, Empress Dowager.¡± ¡°How far can a beautiful widow go in this harem? Just a plaything. If the Emperor likes her, so be it; if he really favors her, once the Emperor indulges, your good days will also arrive.¡± The last sentence enlightened Qu Xueli like an epiphany. ¡°Empress Dowager¡ª¡± Her eyes widened as she suddenly understood the Empress Dowager¡¯s intentions¡ªto use Sang Yan to guide the Emperor closer to female charms. The Empress Dowager was succinct, waving her hand, ¡°Go back and think about it.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Qu Xueli suppressed her excitement and complied. The Empress Dowager watched her receding figure, twirling her Buddha Beads, and sighed softly, ¡°All are worthless.¡± Buddha Beads whispered, ¡°Luckily, the Empress Dowager doesn¡¯t count on them.¡± The Empress Dowager slowly closed her eyes. The hall quieted down again. After a while, she asked, ¡°How is the experiment progressing?¡± Buddha Beads replied, ¡°Ten women, administered continuously for seven days; results should be evident soon.¡± The Empress Dowager nodded: ¡°I must have an heir.¡± She opened her eyes, mumbling as if aged, ¡°I don¡¯t have much time left.¡± Buddha Beads quickly grasped her hand, reassuringly, ¡°Empress Dowager, don¡¯t speak of such inauspicious things. You will live a long life.¡± ¡°What¡¯s so good about living a thousand years?¡± The Empress Dowager patted Buddha Beads¡¯ hand, offering a bitter smile of consolation, ¡°Living less than a hundred years, yet always worried about a thousand. My life¡ª¡± Born into a powerful family, ranked as a concubine upon entering the palace, managing to firmly sit in the positions of Empress and Empress Dowager despite not bearing an heir, enjoying glory for most of her life, yet not being able to control a bit of it. ¡°Buddha Beads doesn¡¯t care, but Buddha Beads want you to live a long life.¡± Buddha Beads shook the Empress Dowager¡¯s hand gently, acting coquettishly. The Empress Dowager looked at her, lovingly smiling, yet said, ¡°It¡¯s been sixteen years. I miss Xiuming terribly.¡± Xiuming was the late Emperor He Zheng¡¯s style name. Knowing that the late Emperor was the hidden pain of the Empress Dowager, Buddha Beads shifted from the coquettish daughter demeanor to the composed demeanor of the Lord Palace Commander. * Yuesang Palace, Side Hall the moon on the willow branch Sang Yan, looking at Sang Ruishui who seemed to want a long nocturnal chat, tactfully dismissed her: ¡°I need to rest.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll sleep with sister, so I don¡¯t open my eyes and find you gone again.¡± Sang Ruishui said and lay down on the bed. Sang Yan helplessly raised her hand, ¡°I promise, I won¡¯t leave tomorrow.¡± Satisfied with the response, Sang Ruishui smiled and left. After she had gone, Sang Yan went to wash up and then, with a long sigh, flopped onto the bed like a dead fish. Today had indeed been a harrowing day. He had been busy in the Imperial Study until evening, then returned to Yuesang Palace, finally managing to send away the despicable Emperor, only to be pestered by Sang Ruoshui until now. The harem really wasn¡¯t a place for humans. She felt weary. Too weary to love. ¡°Miss¡ª¡± Qiuzhi finished wiping her wet hair, and seeing her asleep, gently applied the peach blossom face cream on her. It had just been sent by the Emperor. And he had instructed her to definitely apply it on Sang Yan. Sang Yan, not sleeping soundly, felt someone touching her face and the cool dampness on it, which woke her up. ¡°What is this?¡± She looked at Qiuzhi¡¯s hand reaching towards her, with a layer of white creamy substance that smelled fragrant and somewhat familiar. ¡°It¡¯s the peach blossom face cream Miss previously bought; surprisingly, the Emperor also purchased one.¡± Qiuzhi had accompanied Sang Yan on a trip and had seen the Emperor that day. ¡°What a coincidence, Miss rushed here today, and none of these items were prepared. The Emperor is thoughtful.¡± Actually, Qiuzhi was pleased that her mistress had caught the Emperor¡¯s eye, but she also worried, ¡°But does the Emperor truly not mind Miss¡¯s background?¡± A husband-killing fate, most men would steer clear of that, right? The Emperor has still not granted Miss a title, could he just be toying with her? Ah, Miss¡¯s fate is truly hard! Unaware of Qiuzhi¡¯s thoughts, Sang Yan lazily waved her hand, ¡°Don¡¯t apply anymore. Quickly get ready to sleep.¡± A woman beautifies herself for the one who cherishes her. She did not want to adorn herself for the despicable Emperor. Even thought about better to look uglier. Her current predicament was caused by beauty! Qiuzhi, unaware of Sang Yan¡¯s thoughts, was even more concerned with her face. ¡°This peach blossom face cream is very nourishing and fragrant. If Miss applies it, it will moisturize overnight; tomorrow you¡¯ll definitely be the most beautiful in the harem.¡± She said this and, even though Sang Yan told her not to, still applied a thick layer. ¡°Go to sleep, Miss. I¡¯ll help wash it off later.¡± She leaned over the bed, smiling as she watched Sang Yan¡¯s sleeping face, thinking she looked even more beautiful. No wonder she had caught the Emperor¡¯s eye. Even she herself felt her heart stir. Sang Yan, unaware of all this, closed her eyes and fell deeply asleep. During the night, vaguely aware of Qiuzhi washing her face, she did not wake up. She slept until dawn. When Sang Yan woke up, she saw Sang Ruoshui sitting by her bed, her face coated with a thick white layer¡­ probably the peach blossom face cream. ¡°Is this really that miraculous?¡± Sang Ruoshui held a mirror, looking left and right, admiring her already fair and tender face. Qiuzhi whispered, ¡°The eldest young Miss uses this too.¡± Sang Yan woke up, saw Sang Ruoshui, and frowned, ¡°Why are you here?¡± ¡°I just wanted to see you, sister.¡± ¡°Your face looks so dewy and tender, like a peeled egg, no wonder the Emperor likes it.¡± Sang Ruoshui¡¯s attention was fixed on her face. Sang Yan, exasperated, pinched her forehead, ¡°Here, it¡¯s yours now. Make yourself scarce.¡± Only then did Sang Ruoshui shift her gaze, looked at her, and with a bewildered tone tinged with innocence, ¡°Sister always pushes me away. But where did little sister go wrong? Did I upset you?¡± As she spoke, she apologized, ¡°Little sister is na?ve and straightforward, please don¡¯t take it to heart.¡± Sang Yan was speechless. It seemed she hadn¡¯t really done anything wrong. That day, she informed the Emperor and stopped her from leaving, but now she thought that even if she hadn¡¯t, it wouldn¡¯t have made any difference. The Emperor, with his obsessive and authoritative nature, would do what he wanted, no one could say no! Just thinking about the Emperor brought his decree. ¡°Milady, please rise, the Emperor has sent someone; he invites you to have breakfast together.¡± A palace maid hurried in, her address reflecting a new courtesy. Sang Yan heard this and felt a headache coming¡ª the despicable Emperor was closing in step by step! Chapter 34 - Chapter 34: Chapter 034 Absurdity Chapter 34: Chapter 034 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¡ªIs 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.¡± ¡°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¡ª¡± The Emperor handed her another petition. Great. She was wrong; not just a teacher but also a political advisor! Chapter 35 - Chapter 35: Chapter 035: Status Chapter 35: Chapter 035: Status Sang Yan realized this and her expression became cautious, ¡°Emperor, if I continue to neglect political duties, it will be my fault.¡± ¡°What fault?¡± ¡°Enchanting the King? Disrupting the court?¡± ¡°I see you as more upright and concerned for the people than the ministers!¡± Each of He Ying¡¯s statements was more forceful than the last. But in Sang Yan¡¯s eyes, it was simply that his love had clouded his judgement. She really wasn¡¯t that good! The Emperor¡¯s love filter must have been as thick as a city wall! Sang Yan¡¯s feelings were complex, one moment joyful, the next vain, then worried, and finally, all turned into caution, ¡°Emperor, I am anxious.¡± Every time she said this, He Ying felt profoundly helpless. ¡°Enough.¡± He Ying sighed, ¡°Just stay by my side and assist me.¡± He refocused on handling the affairs of state. He went through petition after petition. Time trickled by slowly. Sang Yan, grinding the ink out of boredom, glanced around and finally, her gaze uncontrollably fell on the Emperor. A man concentrating on his work is most attractive. This saying truly did not deceive her. The Emperor had fair skin, a handsome profile, a high nose, thick long eyelashes, and lips as red as blood. Under the sunlight, he seemed bathed in a holy light. He focused on state affairs, his long fingers pinching the brush, moving with a cold and stern charm. Thump, thump, thump¡ª Sang Yan felt her cheeks burn and her mouth go dry. When he seemed to notice and looked over¡ª She startled, her hands fumbled, and the ink stick pressed against the edge of the inkstone. She exerted force and knocked over the inkstone. ¡°Clack.¡± The inkstone hit the ground. The black ink spilled all over the floor. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± Her face was a picture of panic as she crouched down to clean up. ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± He Ying also crouched down to help. Their hands, though separated by fabric, touched. It should be said that Sang Yan touched He Ying¡¯s arm and got quite a scare, ¡°Emperor, you!¡± He Ying waved it off, ¡°It¡¯s fine. Don¡¯t be afraid. It didn¡¯t touch. I had already applied Jade Frost Ointment.¡± Sang Yan, seeing that he had no adverse reactions, finally relaxed. At that time, both of them thought it was because they had not actually touched. He Ying even said, ¡°Every time I am with you, I apply Jade Frost Ointment in advance. Even if you were to touch me, I would not blame you.¡± Sang Yan listened with mixed feelings¡ªThe Emperor had some real affection for her. But how long this affection would last, it was hard to say. Emperor Taizong, a wise monarch, had been moved by the talented Xu Hui and summoned her to the harem as a concubine. He had once truly appreciated her talents, but later, captivated by the incomparably beautiful Miss Zheng, he pushed Xu Hui to the back of his mind. A time of songs and dances is valued, the past of poetry and books is cheap. Xu Hui¡¯s sincere heart had been misplaced, and all that remained for her was a lifetime of desolation. Tang Xuanzong had truly loved Yang Guifei, but in the end, he ordered her death at Ma Wei Slope to save his own life. The hearts of emperors have always been fickle! Sang Yan repeatedly warned herself, then stood up, stepped back three steps, and let the palace maid come in to clean. ¡°Emperor, I am a bit tired.¡± ¡°Keeping me company must be boring, right?¡± He Ying answered off-topic but did not stop her, nodding, ¡°You can go back first.¡± He glanced out the window and added, ¡°The sun is harsh, take the sedan chair back.¡± Sang Yan bowed to express her gratitude and strode out. The heat outside was oppressive. She took the sedan chair back and was unbearably hot; upon reaching the palace, she immediately ordered ice water and washed her face directly with it. ¡°The weather suddenly turned hot. The ice in all the palaces is not enough. Miss doesn¡¯t know, but I heard that Princess Consort Li had a quarrel with the head of the Household Affairs, and still, there was no ice.¡± Qiuzhi¡¯s tone was very proud, with a bit of schadenfreude. There isn¡¯t a shortage of ice in the Imperial Palace except for the sleeping chambers of the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and Yuesang Palace. Sang Yan noticed that Qiuzhi¡¯s attitude was wrong and sternly rebuked, ¡°Qiuzhi, don¡¯t be reckless.¡± She was conspicuous enough. It¡¯s just that the Emperor was not fond of female company and did not enter the harem, and none of the concubines were favored or had the heir by their side, so for the time being, they dared not do anything to her. Otherwise, the palace intrigues would have played out in eighty episodes. ¡°Yes.¡± Qiuzhi had momentarily lost her inhibitions due to pride but quickly returned to being cautious and prudent. Lunch was served in the palace. Accompanying her was Sang Ruoshui, with the conversation revolving around the Emperor, ¡°Sister, did the Emperor say when he will give you status?¡± Sang Yan feared this question the most. Sang Ruoshui was bringing up the most inappropriate topic. ¡°You are overthinking it.¡± Sang Yan replied coldly, ¡°There will not be that step between the Emperor and me.¡± Even if she really did have relations with the Emperor, she would not enter the palace as a consort. She was not an ancient person, she did not care about chastity or recognition, just not entering the palace meant freedom. Sang Ruoshui, unaware of the full situation, thought the Emperor only wanted to toy with her or perhaps was concerned about her husband-killing fate, just wanted to cherish her beauty but not take responsibility. She could hardly control the glee inside her and the dark jealousy she had always felt instantly dissipated, even feeling a bit of sympathy, ¡°The Emperor must have his difficulties?¡± It seemed the Emperor didn¡¯t like her that much after all. She always said an Emperor wouldn¡¯t risk himself for a widow with a husband-killing fate! Sang Yan felt that Sang Ruoshui might have misunderstood, yet she didn¡¯t explain, but quietly ate her meal. After finishing the meal and sending Sang Ruoshui away, she started to lazily recline. Qiuzhi prompted her to exercise, saying she had put on weight. Sang Yan was pleased, ¡°Really got fat? They say one white covers three flaws, but one fat ruins everything.¡± Upon hearing this response, Qiuzhi became instantly anxious, ¡°Miss, even if the Emperor is unwilling to give you status, you can¡¯t just give up on yourself.¡± Not only was Sang Ruoshui overthinking. Qiuzhi, present during the sisters¡¯ conversation, also overthought. But seeing that Qiuzhi had misconceptions, Sang Yan didn¡¯t explain and simply stated, ¡°A lazy recline after a meal, not even a deity could dissuade me.¡± Qiuzhi burst into tears, ¡°Miss, you mustn¡¯t think like that.¡± Sang Yan couldn¡¯t help but laugh. Teasing the maid was quite fun. ¡°Oh dear, I was just kidding. I haven¡¯t given up on myself.¡± ¡°Then get up and exercise.¡± Qiuzhi pulled her to her feet. Sang Yan got up, walked a hundred steps, and then lay back down. Qiuzhi was in despair. She went out to complain to Sister Xiangxiu, ¡°How could the Emperor abandon responsibilities like this? My miss may have been married before, but she is still pure. If the Emperor continues this way, how can our miss face anyone when she leaves the palace?¡± Xiangxiu didn¡¯t understand, ¡°What did the Emperor do?¡± Qiuzhi mournfully said, ¡°The Emperor is unwilling to give the miss a status.¡± Xiangxiu: ¡°¡­¡± News from Qingning Palace suggested that the Emperor quite liked Sang Yan; she had even been returned in a sedan chair midday today. However, how much the Emperor¡¯s favor counted still depended on giving a proper status. Favor is one thing, but without status, it means nothing. Sang Yan still had the husband-killing fate, and as long as the Emperor didn¡¯t grant her status, he couldn¡¯t be considered her husband, so the discussion of that fate was moot. Perhaps this was the Emperor¡¯s true thought? His kindness towards Sang Yan might be more about compensating for his inability to grant her status? If so, Sang Yan was indeed pitiable. ¡°Sister Xiangxiu, what should my miss do? No wonder the miss is always downcast; as soon as she sees the Emperor, she sighs. It turns out, it turns out it¡¯s like this.¡± The more Qiuzhi spoke, the more heartbroken she became, and she cried again. Seeing this, Xiangxiu thought for a moment and still conveyed the message to Qingning Palace. Sang Yan was unaware of any of this. She lay down from afternoon till evening, had dinner, freshened up, and was ready to continue being indolently idle when a palace maid came to report¡ª ¡°Master, the night-blooming cereus has blossomed in the Imperial Garden, and the Emperor invites you to enjoy it together.¡± Chapter 36 - Chapter 36: Chapter 036 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¡ª¡± 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¡ª¡± 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¡ª ¡°I¡¯ve been wronged. Clearly, you¡¯re the one unwilling to give me a title.¡± 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¡ª¡± 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¡ªlook, 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¡ª¡± ¡°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¡ª¡± 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! Chapter 37 - Chapter 37: Chapter 037: Falling Out of Favor Chapter 37: Chapter 037: Falling Out of Favor ¡°You asked me to apologize, I must reflect and find out what I have done wrong, mustn¡¯t I? Otherwise, if I can¡¯t explain myself before the Emperor, I¡¯ll be blamed even more.¡± Sang Yan, evasively lying, said, ¡°Go back. I¡¯m still reflecting.¡± Sang Ruoshui, unaware of the situation, disagreed. ¡°Sister, don¡¯t overthink it! If the Emperor asks you to reflect, and you actually do it, that would be foolish. Listen to me, just admit your fault and speak softly to the Emperor, and he will surely forgive you.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s how it is.¡± Sang Yan feigned a sudden realization, gratefully saying, ¡°Alright. Thank you. I know what to do now.¡± She sent Sang Ruoshui away and went back inside the hall to continue her deep sleep. Sang Ruoshui thought that Sang Yan would prepare and go to apologize to the Emperor. Instead, she had someone watch over the side hall, stating she was still asleep. She waited impatiently until the evening but saw no action from her. It left her sleepless with frustration all night. The next day, as usual, she had someone keep an eye on Sang Yan¡ªwho was still deep in sleep, showing no intention of apologizing. Furious, she smashed a teacup and cursed, ¡°What a foolish woman, spoiled by favor! Who does she think she is? With so many women in the harem, does the Emperor even remember who she is? She¡¯s almost a worn-out woman; how long does she think she can stay fresh? Absolutely foolish!¡± After cursing, she sat back on the soft couch, almost ruining her manicure. Finally, an idea struck her. She gestured for Xiangxiu, sorting out orders: ¡°Take the ice and meals allocated by the Household Affairs, withhold them, I want to show her what happens when you lose the Emperor¡¯s favor!¡± Xiangxiu, thinking about the message from Pei Muyang at the Emperor¡¯s side and the urgency of getting Sang Yan to apologize, complied. Thus, Sang Yan soon found the side hall without ice, sweltering heat making her dizzy, and the lunch served was visibly poor. Not to mention the lack of oil in the dishes, just a few leaves of greens, including the rice was scorched black. It was utterly inedible. Ever since she had crossed over, she had lived a life of privilege with no worry about food or drink, never imagining that she would face such days in the Imperial Palace. Indeed, dramas portray fallen women living worse than dogs¡ªit was true. ¡°Miss, what shall we do?¡± Qiuzhi looked at the meal, and as a mere maid, she lacked appetite, let alone the miss. Sang Yan also pondered what to do. The food was inedible. If the despicable Emperor wanted to humiliate her this way, he had unfortunately failed. ¡°Come, let¡¯s go to the main hall.¡± That¡¯s what Sang Yan thought; she was her own person, and Sang Ruoshui was Sang Ruoshui. Surely, as a legitimate imperial concubine, Sang Ruoshui wouldn¡¯t be treated this harshly. Indeed, once inside the main hall, it was refreshingly cool. On the dining table Eight dishes and four soups awaited, richly served. Seeing this, she smiled with satisfaction, ¡°Little sister, let me join you for the meal.¡± Then, without waiting for a response, she quickly grabbed a bowl of rice and took over two plates of dishes. Of course, she didn¡¯t forget Qiuzhi, first handing her a whole chicken, then saying, ¡°I know you¡¯re on good terms with Sister Xiangxiu, go accompany her for the meal.¡± Qiuzhi: ¡°¡­¡± She wasn¡¯t so bold, flushing, she said, ¡°This servant isn¡¯t hungry. This servant will serve the miss during the meal.¡± But Sang Yan insisted, shooing her away. Seeing the master and servant¡¯s cunning move, Sang Ruoshui lost her appetite too. When Sang Yan left after enjoying her meal¡ªoh, and before leaving, she made sure Qiuzhi took away two basins of ice, she smashed another teacup. ¡°Fool! Always resorting to these petty tricks!¡± But she couldn¡¯t condone Sang Yan freeloading. Otherwise, how could she be made to go apologize to the Emperor? ¡°Shameless!¡± ¡°Foolish!¡± She muttered and cursed around the hall and soon came up with another idea. ¡°Starting today, this palace will use no ice, and the meals will be on the same standard as those in the side hall.¡± ¡°Lady¡ª¡± Xiangxiu thought Sang Ruoshui was really pushing it to make Sang Yan apologize. So, when Sang Yan came back that night with Qiuzhi to scrounge for a meal, she discovered the sharp decline in food quality. Uh¡­was she dragged down by her? Sang Yan, ever naive, had not expected Sang Ruoshui to be so harsh on her own. ¡°Sister, how are we to live this way? The Emperor must despise me too. It¡¯s my fault, unable to protect you.¡± Sang Ruoshui started crying, sobbing without placing blame, instead finding fault with herself. Seeing this, Xiangxiu was astounded by Sang Ruoshui¡¯s transformation¡ªher palace scheming skills were growing strong! Sang Yan also dimly realized that Sang Ruoshui had started speaking, so she truly felt a bit guilty from her words. If she had bowed to the Emperor, would it have been different? The sound of Xiangxiu¡¯s sobbing echoed in her ears, ¡°Lord Sang, Lady is in poor health and cannot endure such hardships. Please have mercy and bow before the Emperor. The Emperor might just be waiting for you. He surely won¡¯t blame you.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Was she really wrong? But she truly didn¡¯t want to bow down! Sang Yan returned to the side hall with a melancholic expression. The side hall was oppressively hot and stifling. The palace maids were still quite diligent, continually sprinkling water on the ground and using fans to create a breeze for her. Yet they themselves were sweating profusely. The sweat mixed with rouge and face powder, and the smell was unpleasant. She waved her hand, dismissing them: ¡°No need. You all go and rest too.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The palace maids gradually left. Only she and Qiuzhi remained in the side hall. Qiuzhi was the personal maid of the original owner and, unlike the other palace maids, was closest to her. ¡°What do you think I should do?¡± She was somewhat bewildered. That was how ancient times were, tangled with interests, making it difficult to remain uninvolved. Although unwilling, behind her were Sang Ruoshui, the Sang Family, and even these maids and palace attendants that served her. ¡°The Emperor is quite ruthless. Just because Miss wants a status, he has humiliated you like this. Living a life of dependence on others is worse than returning to the estate.¡± Qiuzhi¡¯s words surprised Sang Yan. ¡°You think so too.¡± She had thought Qiuzhi would advise her to bow down to the Emperor. Qiuzhi shook her head, her expression serious and earnest, ¡°I used to not understand, thinking that the Imperial Palace was enchantingly opulent and the Emperor adored you, giving you a place for the remainder of your life. But seeing now, this is no place of riches but rather a devil¡¯s den.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This perspective was indeed worthy of someone she esteemed. ¡°Haha, Qiuzhi¡ª¡± She was amused to laughter. Her depressive mood brightened. ¡°You¡¯re right, returning to the estate is better.¡± What¡¯s there to bow for then! Let him mistreat her for a few days, and once he calms down, then she¡¯ll bring up leaving! Just consider it bitter before sweet! But she hadn¡¯t expected the bitterness to last so long. She couldn¡¯t sleep at all because of the heat the entire night. The next day, dark circles appeared under her eyes. Breakfast was even worse. She took one look at it and had it thrown away. Without food, she drank water. Barely enduring until noon, her stomach was loudly rumbling, and she felt unbearably hungry. It was too hard to bear. She hadn¡¯t eaten well in two days. Maybe she should bow down to the Emperor after all? Sang Yan¡¯s dignity was on the verge of crumbling¡ª Just then, a Palace Attendant came to announce, ¡°My Lord, Concubine Jinpin has arrived.¡± Concubine Jinpin? Who? While Sang Yan gathered her spirits to face the situation, she wondered what sort of person Concubine Jinpin might be? Perhaps it was due to being extremely hungry, her mind was not working well. When the person arrived in front of her, she then remembered that she was the one who had led a group of concubines to kneel and beg her to save Princess Consort Li and others. Concubine Jinpin. Jizhou¡¯s cruel officer, Xie Sui¡¯s sister, Xie Jinhua! What was she here for? To mock her? Chapter 38 - Chapter 38: Chapter 038: Surrender Chapter 38: Chapter 038: Surrender Xie Jinhua wasn¡¯t there to mock. On the contrary, she was there to offer help. ¡°Miss Sang¡ª¡± Xie Jinhua, in a light pink palace dress, with her tender, round face looking adorable like a pearl, said, ¡°I heard it¡¯s been hard at Yuesang Palace, so I brought over some food. I hope you won¡¯t disdain it.¡± The mention of food instantly invigorated Sang Yan. She looked in the direction Xie Jinhua had indicated and indeed saw a palace maid following behind her, holding a four- or five-tiered food box. ¡°Thank you. I won¡¯t disdain it. Not at all.¡± She got up to receive it. Qiuzhi stopped her, ¡°Miss, let me do it.¡± She took the food box, lifting out the dishes one by one¡ªa plate of chicken, a plate of fish, a plate of pork trotters, and a basin of white rice. Sang Yan was drooling with desire. As she ordered the palace maid to call Sang Ruoshui for the meal, she told Xie Jinhua, ¡°I really can¡¯t thank you enough. It¡¯s like sending charcoal in snowy weather.¡± Adversity reveals true friends. She thought the palace was full of opportunists. Indeed, ¡°Do good every day without concern for the future.¡± Xie Jinhua smiled and said, ¡°Miss Sang, please don¡¯t say that. I haven¡¯t even thanked you for pleading on behalf of Princess Consort Li.¡± Sang Yan waved her hand, ¡°It¡¯s all in the past. Let¡¯s not mention it.¡± From the corner of his eye, Yu Guang saw Qiuzhi ¡°stealing a bite¡± and knew she was testing for poison. His feelings were complex. In the Imperial Palace, one becomes unconsciously sensitive and suspicious. ¡°Well, if it isn¡¯t Jinpin, what breeze has blown you over here?¡± Sang Ruoshui had arrived. She entered the side hall and, seeing Qiuzhi setting out the food, flew into a rage, ¡°Are you a dog? You dare eat whatever anyone sends!¡± She had been starving with Sang Yan precisely to force Sang Yan to apologize, and now Xie Jinhua had spoiled her plan. How infuriating! ¡°Who are you trying to fool with your little favors? Don¡¯t think I¡¯m unaware of your scheme¡ªif you¡¯re here to gloat, right?¡± Sang Ruoshui didn¡¯t want Sang Yan to get too close to Xie Jinhua and spoke without courtesy. ¡°That¡¯s enough.¡± Unable to bear it, Sang Yan interjected, ¡°Sang Ruoshui, don¡¯t be so cynical!¡± ¡°Me, cynical? Sister, can¡¯t you be more careful? We are blood sisters! Would I harm you?¡± Angered, Sang Ruoshui shoved the table. The food from the table instantly clattered to the ground. She also roared at Xie Jinhua, ¡°Get out! We don¡¯t welcome you at Yuesang Palace!¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Sang Yan, lamenting the wasted food, erupted in anger too. But perhaps due to the intense emotion, her vision darkened, and the next moment, she fainted. Damn it, might as well die. Fainting from hunger¡ªthat¡¯s a lifetime of shame! ¡°Sister!¡± ¡°Miss!¡± ¡°Miss Sang!¡± ¡°My lady!¡± The surrounding people cried out in alarm, all crowding around. ¡°It¡¯s all your fault! Look what you¡¯ve done to my sister!¡± Sang Ruoshui deflected the blame to Xie Jinhua and then, shoving her aside, she left the hall to look for the Emperor. Sang Yan fainting might actually be advantageous for their calculated ploy! * Qingning Palace He Ying, as usual, was reviewing petitions when he seemed a bit distracted, ¡°How¡¯s Yuesang Palace doing?¡± Pei Muyang replied softly, ¡°Jinpin Her Ladyship went to deliver food.¡± He Ying sighed, ¡°She¡¯s stubborn. And Sang Ruoshui is foolish. Is this how she tries to coax someone over? If she starves her into illness, Princess Consort Sang¡¯s position will be on the line.¡± Pei Muyang consoled, ¡°Xiangxiu is keeping watch over there. It should be fine.¡± As soon as he finished speaking. They heard Sang Ruoshui crying outside the hall, ¡°Emperor, my sister has fainted. It¡¯s Jinpin who upset her. Emperor, you must support my sister.¡± ¡°Snap.¡± The writing brush fell onto the desk. He Ying quickly stood up and strode out, ¡°What did you say? She fainted? Have you called for the Imperial Physician?¡± He asked as he walked. The sedan chair hurriedly followed. He sat down. Sang Ruoshui also wanted to take the opportunity to ride in the sedan chair, but saw it depart like the wind, leaving her disheveled in its wake. Damn it! Sure enough, the Emperor¡¯s eyes still only held that foolish woman! Yuesang Palace, side hall Eunuchs and palace maids kneeled all over the ground. The atmosphere was oppressive and solemn. The plump Imperial Physician wiped his sweat, and under the Emperor¡¯s gaze, he carefully took the pulse, and after confirming several times, bowed slightly and said in a low voice, ¡°Your Majesty, it seems Miss Sang has fainted from hunger.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± The entire palace of eunuchs and palace maids: ¡°¡­¡± Including the fainted Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She had now woken up but wished she could just die on the spot. ¡°Besides this, does she have any other illnesses?¡± Since Miss Sang¡¯s arrival at the Imperial Palace, she had fainted three times already. He always felt her body was still too weak, wondering if she might have some hidden illness. The Imperial Physician shook his head and said, ¡°Your Majesty worries too much. A frail constitution, anxiety, and pensive thoughts are common among women. With proper care, she will recover.¡± He Ying listened and nodded, ¡°Then go and prepare her medicine.¡± Then, he ordered the Palace Attendant to prepare a meal. The Imperial Physician thought for a moment and added, ¡°Your Majesty, Miss Sang has a weak stomach and should avoid greasy food. Light meals are suitable.¡± ¡°How about bird¡¯s nest porridge?¡± ¡°Very good.¡± The Imperial Physician nodded in agreement. ¡°Then let it be bird¡¯s nest porridge, accompanied by red bean and snow fungus soup. Send the order quickly.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± A little eunuch acknowledged and scurried off to deliver the message. The room quieted down again. ¡°Gurgle¡ª¡± Sang Yan¡¯s stomach noises were particularly loud. What constitutes a grand public embarrassment? This was it. Sang Yan lay on the bed, her face burning, turned over, and covered her disobedient stomach with her hands tightly. He Ying looked at her, waved everyone else out, and sighed low, ¡°Ah Yan, why do you torment yourself? Is it so hard to lower your head to Us?¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t speak, and her stomach continued to grumble. Gurgling a few times more. She felt so embarrassed she could¡¯ve dug out an entire Imperial City. He Ying felt a pang of heartache, sighed, and sat at the bedside, conceding, ¡°Alright. It¡¯s my fault. I knew you loved freedom and did not covet fame or fortune, yet I still wanted to keep you in this place of power and wealth. I was greedy.¡± He did not wait for Sang Yan to reflect; instead, he reflected on himself. ¡°But I have never thought of mistreating you. Your sister acted on her initiative; you cannot blame me.¡± So it was Sang Ruoshui? She truly was the original owner¡¯s good little sister! Sang Yan¡¯s feelings were complicated, at times blaming Sang Ruoshui for her deceit, and at other times blaming the Emperor for his cold heart, ¡°Even if Sang Ruoshui took it upon herself, did you really not know, Your Majesty? You were indulging her, right? Her motives were for Your Majesty after all. You don¡¯t need to do anything; with just a glance, people will rush headlong to accomplish things for you. So, Your Majesty, don¡¯t be greedy anymore. Let me out of the palace.¡± ¡°Impossible!¡± ¡°Your Majesty, hear me out¡ª¡± Sang Yan turned around, sat up, and looked at him coldly, her expression serious, ¡°I have no intention of becoming a part of the harem. If you come to understand, I would still be willing to keep our ¡®one-night stand¡¯ agreement.¡± ¡°But I am not willing.¡± He Ying frowned deeply, firmly saying, ¡°No matter what, I must give you a status.¡± ¡°No! Don¡¯t force¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid!¡± He Ying looked at her, his gaze gentle but reassuring, ¡°It¡¯s not what you think.¡± Sang Yan¡¯s face was a picture of fright, her red lips trembling, ¡°Then, what is it?¡± He Ying said, ¡°I want to designate you as an Imperial Concubine. A palace maid leaves the palace at the age of twenty-five. You just happen to have one more year. In this year, you will spend your days with me. If you still do not have affections for me at the end, then I will set you free.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± One year, huh? It sounded not so bad. But by that time, would her heart still be her own? Chapter 39 - Chapter 39: Chapter 039: Tragedy Chapter 39: Chapter 039: Tragedy No matter what, Sang Yan still agreed to the proposal. He Ying was very efficient. By the time she had finished her bird¡¯s nest porridge and red bean and silver fungus soup, replenishing her strength, he issued a decree and arranged for her to move into the side hall of Qingning Palace. ¡°Congratulations, my lady. An Imperial Concubine¡ªthat¡¯s an unprecedented favor from the Emperor since his enthronement.¡± Pei Muyang followed her into the side hall of Qingning Palace, incessantly showering her with compliments. His flattery was not without truth; the Emperor, being averse to the company of women, had indeed felt unwell, and there truly were no capable palace maids by his side. Looking at it this way, Sang Yan was unique in every respect in the Imperial Palace. ¡°I¡¯d rather this favor had gone to you.¡± Sang Yan remained unmoved and retorted sharply before lying down on the bed. As for the Emperor? Sang Yan simply said she was tired and barred him from entering. That¡¯s when Pei Muyang took command in the hall, ¡°This master is the apple of the Emperor¡¯s eye; you all must be cautious. If you displease her, no one will be able to save you.¡± ¡°Yes, Mr. Pei.¡± The palace maids all responded respectfully. Sang Yan knew that being an Imperial Concubine was just a title, but she still felt uneasy being served by so many palace maids, and so she sent Pei Muyang away, telling them, ¡°I don¡¯t have many demands, just one¡ªdon¡¯t gossip about anything, especially about my private matters. If I find out, you can leave this place.¡± Palace maids dismissed by their master would most likely be sent to Xin Zhe¡¯s House. That was the place palace maids feared the most. Once sent there, their lives were effectively over. ¡°Yes, we will heed my lady¡¯s command.¡± They all kneed down with a rustling sound. Seeing this gave Sang Yan a headache, and with a wave of her hand, she sent them out. Only Qiuzhi remained. Qiuzhi stayed by the bedside, troubled, ¡°What is the Emperor thinking? He grants Miss many honors, yet withholds any official status. Does he like Miss, or does he just want to play¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t speculate needlessly.¡± Sang Yan interrupted her, lowering her voice, ¡°The Emperor hasn¡¯t refused to give me a title; it¡¯s I who don¡¯t want it.¡± Qiuzhi: ¡°¡­¡± Her eyes went wide in shock, realizing she had misunderstood the Emperor, and unable to comprehend, she asked, ¡°Why? Isn¡¯t it good to be his favored concubine?¡± Sang Yan closed her eyes, speaking weakly, ¡°What¡¯s so good about that? Serving someone with your beauty, how long will you be favored? In any case, I don¡¯t want to enter this Imperial Palace and become a caged canary without freedom.¡± Qiuzhi seemed to understand but not quite, ¡°What Miss says is true. The Emperor indeed favors you now, but who knows how long his favor will last? Thinking about our situation just days ago still scares me. In this Imperial Palace, fortune and disaster, honor and disgrace, all can change in the blink of an eye.¡± Her last words resonated deeply with Sang Yan. ¡°Indeed. This Imperial Palace is unpredictable, filled with uncertainty.¡± And she despised an unsettled life. She just wanted to be an idle fish. She even thought of giving up completely. But that was so hard. She was torn between reason and emotion, melancholic and joyless. He Ying¡¯s kindness toward her also cast a shadow over her heart. As a result, after she moved into Qingning Palace, her mood remained listless, and her recovery was slow. At that time, He Ying summoned many Imperial Physicians and even issued decrees inviting Medical Officers from across the nation to come to the palace to cure his illness. He was thinking that once he was cured, he could hold and be close to Sang Yan properly. Sang Yan, however, felt that his wish to recover had more to do with wanting to take their relationship further. Somehow, even though she had the courage to suggest being a one-night stand, the thought of taking things further made her panic. After all, making her an Imperial Concubine was just his stalling tactic. Look, isn¡¯t he now eager to cure his illness? If he were cured, would he honor her, forcefully take her as a concubine? Would he compel her to bear children? Would he like and favor other women? Such uncertainties unavoidably bred panic. Love begets worry. Love begets fear. At this moment, she was still deluding herself into believing she hadn¡¯t fallen for He Ying. But He Ying knew nothing of her inner anxieties. He was concentrating on his treatment. Qingning Palace was permeated with various medicinal scents all day long. Bitter, astringent, fishy¡ªthey mingled together, creating a strange odor that filled the air. Sang Yan, having smelled them too much, always had this odd scent stuck in her nose, to the point where she lost her appetite even at mealtime. Moreover, the weather was hot. They had used ice extensively at night. And then she came down with a high fever. This fever temporarily halted He Ying¡¯s treatment progress, but it also enraged him, ¡°A bunch of quacks! You¡¯re at your wits¡¯ end with my illness, and now you can¡¯t even reduce a fever. What use is there in keeping you?¡± The Imperial Physicians knelt on the ground, trembling as they spoke, ¡°Emperor, please forgive us, Miss Sang is frail and cannot take strong medicines; we can only¡ª¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to hear explanations! I¡¯m giving you half a day more; if the fever is not gone by then, you may as well go home and prepare your last words!¡± He was harboring murderous intent. No one dared to plea for mercy. The whole side hall of Qingning Palace was shrouded in sorrow and despair. Sang Yan was unaware of all this. Her fever had clouded her mind, and in her delirium, she found herself back in the modern world¡ª Her best friend Xuanrao ran into her rented apartment with injuries and cried out, ¡°Yanyan, I can¡¯t go on living. Really, it¡¯s too exhausting to be alive. He hit me again. And he hit the child. He¡¯s not human.¡± When he loved you, he was a person, even a deity. You adored him, loved him, were willing to give your all for him. But when he didn¡¯t love you, he was an animal, even a devil. You were afraid of him, wanting to escape, but were already tightly bound. ¡°There¡¯s no escaping it. He has money and power; I can¡¯t do anything. Yanyan, I really wish I could go back to the days before he made it big. He was so good to me then.¡± Men turn bad when they get money. She didn¡¯t need money, just that poor, gentle, loving man. ¡°Don¡¯t be foolish anymore.¡± ¡°Here¡¯s fifty thousand in my card; take the child and live somewhere else for now.¡± ¡°He has another woman, right? I¡¯ll make her deal with him.¡± She gave her friend half of her savings from work and took out a few tens of thousands more to disguise herself and get close to the mistress, befriended her, encouraged her to get pregnant and rise to prominence, causing the scumbag to divorce. Everything was going well. But the scumbag discovered her scheme. He just wanted to keep his wife at home while enjoying his affairs on the side. She ruined his plans. He was furious and had her fired from her company. Then he had someone bring her best friend back. He even broke her friend¡¯s leg. After that, her friend went mad and stabbed him to death. The scumbag died. Her friend also took her own life. The scumbag¡¯s wealth was squandered by greedy relatives. Only a child was left, unwanted and considered a burden by everyone. She arranged her friend¡¯s funeral and adopted the child. Raising a child was truly expensive. She, a corporate drone, could only keep working, overtime, non-stop! At the moment of her death from overwork, she actually felt relieved: the child was sensible, fourteen years old, with those savings, he should be able to survive until adulthood safely. As for what happened after becoming an adult? Forgive her limited abilities; this was all the help she could offer. ¡°Xuanrao¡­ I no longer owe you¡­¡± She mumbled, weeping. ¡°What?¡± ¡°What are you saying?¡± ¡°Sang Yan?¡± A man¡¯s clamorous voice reached her ears. Sang Yan woke up startled, opening her eyes to see He Ying, with a dazed expression and at a loss for words: How could she have dreamt something so distantly far away? What was her best friend¡¯s tragic life trying to tell her? Not to fall into the same trap, lest she become unhappy too? Chapter 40 - Chapter 40: Chapter 040 If Chapter 40: Chapter 040 If ¡°You¡¯re finally awake.¡± He Ying saw her wake and his tense expression relaxed, but when he noticed her eyes were vacant and spiritless, he grew worried, ¡°Why aren¡¯t you speaking? Has the fever addled your brain?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Of course she hadn¡¯t been addled by the fever. But if she pretended to be, could she leave the Imperial Palace? That nightmare-like memory startled her again. Do not get close to men, it will bring misfortune. In a daze¡ª He Ying got fierce: ¡°Sang Yan, speak! If you dare to have something wrong, I¡¯ll have all those Imperial Physicians buried with you!¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This bloodthirsty tyrant! Dog Emperor! She glanced at the Imperial Physicians prostrating on the ground, trembling, some of them with graying hair, clearly in their twilight years. Truly pitiable. Does this dog Emperor not understand respect for the old and love for the young? ¡°Kill! Kill! Kill!¡± Annoyed, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: ¡°Aside from threats, do you have no other tricks?¡± He Ying was hit by the pillow. He didn¡¯t feel anything yet, but Pei Muyang along with a group of eunuchs and palace maids all knelt down: ¡°Emperor, please calm your anger. Emperor, please calm your anger.¡± He Ying wasn¡¯t angry, on the contrary, he found the pillow that was thrown at him rather comforting. Look at that, now that the fever¡¯s gone, she¡¯s full of spirit. ¡°You¡¯re alright, so they¡¯re alright.¡± He waved everyone to rise, then looked to the Imperial Physicians: ¡°You¡¯ve contributed to the healing. I grant you a thousand taels of reward silver, you may all leave.¡± ¡°Thank you, Emperor.¡± After thanking him, the Imperial Physicians quickly ran off. The Imperial Palace was becoming increasingly unbearable. Time to retire and return home. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± He Ying asked the palace attendants to leave as well and personally brought her some tea, offering it to her. Sang Yan didn¡¯t accept it, for as he approached, she smelled a strange medicinal scent on him and was very repulsed: ¡°Emperor, there¡¯s that medicinal smell on you. Could you go wash it off?¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± No one had ever dared to say he smelled. Sang Yan said it outright, and though he was embarrassed, he wasn¡¯t displeased. He had always been patient and tolerant toward her. ¡°Alright. Wait for me.¡± He agreed briskly and hurried out. Like a lovesick young man rushing to see his beloved. ¡°You may enter to serve her.¡± After he left the hall, he instructed several palace maids, and then called out: ¡°Summon someone! I need to bathe and change¡ª¡± His voice faded away with his departing figure. Sang Yan retracted her gaze and called Qiuzhi in: ¡°How long have I slept? What time is it now?¡± She felt she had slept for a very long time. And by now, it was dark outside. ¡°It¡¯s 5 p.m to 7 p.m now. My lady, you¡¯ve almost slept an entire day. You scared me to death.¡± Qiuzhi patted her frightened little heart, continuing, ¡°The Emperor has been by my lady¡¯s side the whole time, almost in tears with worry. Seeing this, he strikes me as a truly devoted man.¡± Her heart wavered, really wanting Sang Yan and the Emperor to be together. But seeing Sang Yan uninterested and indifferent, she promptly held her tongue and changed the subject, ¡°Are you hungry, my lady? Would you like to eat something?¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t feel hungry, but when asked, she indeed felt hungry and nodded, ¡°Just prepare something simple to eat.¡± No sooner had she spoken, than a eunuch came in to serve the food. Pei Muyang, as the Emperor¡¯s favorite, was always ready to curry favor: ¡°Everything¡¯s been prepared in advance. The Imperial Kitchen has reheated it several times, just waiting for my master to wake up.¡± There¡¯s an old saying, don¡¯t strike the man who smiles at you. Sang Yan thanked them and got down to eat. The meal was bird¡¯s nest porridge. Cooked till it was soft and sticky. She had two bowls of food and drank a bowl of snow pear juice, having lost her hunger, she was about to continue lying down when she saw Sang Ruoshui come in with a zither in her arms. ¡°Sister¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui looked pitiful and wronged, ¡°You¡¯ve finally woken up. If you hadn¡¯t, I would have been sent to the Cold Palace.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t believe her exaggeration and had no patience to play along with her drama, merely asking, ¡°Why are you here?¡± Sang Ruoshui said, ¡°I¡¯ve learned a new piece called ¡®Zen Sound.¡¯ It¡¯s said to purify the heart and nurture the spirit, so I thought of playing it for sister, hoping you would get well sooner.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It made her seem unfeeling in comparison. But she truly had no mood to listen. Just as she was about to wave her off, Sang Ruoshui had already sat down and started playing. As she said, the ¡®Zen Sound¡¯ was indeed elegant and serene, carrying an air of detachment, with casual and peaceful vibes. But here in the Imperial Palace, it always felt more lonesome and desolate. This piece seemed more suited for being played in a vast wilderness or a secluded valley. With the companion sounds of flowing water and birdsong, it would surely be extraordinary. ¡°Clap clap.¡± The piece ended and applause came from outside. Without looking, Sang Yan knew it was the Emperor. Otherwise, who would dare to applaud here? ¡°All the worries in the world, only this music can soothe the mind. Not bad. This piece is clear and transcendent; it makes one forget the mundane.¡± He Ying walked in, smiling, his praise not stinting, ¡°Princess Consort Sang, your zither skills have become even more exquisite.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Oh, he can flatter a woman before she¡¯s even well. Bitterness surged within her, piercing her heart. She suddenly recalled what Consort Hui had said, ¡°The favor for song and dance reigns supreme, leaving poetry and books in disdain.¡± Indeed, it was true. ¡°She plays so well, how could the Emperor not reward her?¡± Sang Yan¡¯s words were laced with jealousy. She herself noticed it and fluctuated between shame and anger at the reason behind that shame, leaving her utterly nauseated. He Ying didn¡¯t ponder so deeply, just as when Sang Ruoshui had first played the zither to please Sang Yan and really received a reward, ¡°Pei Muyang, go, have someone bring the Luqi Zither here, and bestow it upon Princess Consort Sang.¡± The Luqi Zither was a renowned extraordinary instrument, certainly a treasure that any zither player would dream of. ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang heeded the order and left. Sang Ruoshui had not anticipated such a gain, and was overjoyed to the point of silliness, taking a while to react. Then, kneeling to show gratitude, ¡°Thank you, Emperor. I thought of the Emperor¡¯s exhausting paperwork and knew you would need to relax at times, so I practiced diligently. Now, my wish has been fulfilled. Honestly, just receiving ¡®not bad¡¯ from the Emperor is already a great honor. How would I dare expect any reward?¡± Her humbleness reached the dust. It¡¯s no wonder all men would love that. Sang Yan couldn¡¯t bear to watch and spoke, ¡°I need to rest. You two go to the main hall and continue with your zither and tea.¡± Sang Ruoshui was more than willing and looked affectionately at the Emperor, murmuring softly, ¡°Emperor, may I play another piece for you?¡± He Ying, belatedly realizing Sang Yan¡¯s discomfort, declined, ¡°You may leave. I have other matters to attend.¡± How could Sang Ruoshui stand to leave? Having been praised by the Emperor, she naturally wanted to be more proactive. ¡°May I know what other matters the Emperor has? Perhaps I could pour tea or attend to your writing materials.¡± ¡°No need.¡± He Ying frowned, his expression showing a hint of impatience, ¡°You may step down.¡± Seeing this, Sang Ruoshui wanted to say more, but Xiangxiu tugged at her sleeve and she closed her mouth, bowed graciously, and left. Outside the hall, the eunuch had brought over the Luqi Zither. Seeing her come out, he hastily put on a fawning smile and presented it. Sang Ruoshui took the zither herself and let Xiangxiu give him five taels of silver as a reward. The group returned to Yuesang Palace. On the way, Sang Ruoshui sat in the carriage and asked Xiangxiu, ¡°Why did you stop me back there in the hall?¡± Xiangxiu was already loyal to the Emperor and naturally knew what the Emperor wanted, not wanting Sang Ruoshui to linger and be displeasing. But she said on the surface, ¡°I felt that under those circumstances, it was best to leave while we were ahead. Lady, please forgive me for making my own decisions.¡± Sang Ruoshui was in a good mood, holding the zither, and didn¡¯t blame her, waving her off, ¡°Enough. What you said makes sense.¡± She caressed the zither, her gaze lowered, contemplative, ¡°I feel¡­ if sister weren¡¯t here, it¡¯s not unlikely that the Emperor might favor me¡­¡± Right. If it weren¡¯t for Sang Yan¡­ Chapter 41 - Chapter 41: Chapter 041 Strange Indeed Chapter 41: Chapter 041 Strange Indeed Sang Yan poured herself a cup of tea, not drinking it, just watching the tea leaves slowly unfold into shimmering green leaves. He Ying sat opposite her, waited a while, and seeing she didn¡¯t speak, he asked, ¡°Why are you ignoring me? Are you feeling unwell? Should I summon the Imperial Physician?¡± Upon hearing this, Sang Yan glanced up at him, her tone sour, ¡°I just don¡¯t feel like talking to you. If the Emperor finds it boring here, then find someone else who will talk to you.¡± Her words were laced with acidity throughout. Pei Muyang had already started covering his mouth, chuckling. Sang Yan, catching this from the corner of her eye, felt even more embarrassed and quickly dismissed him, ¡°I need to rest now. Please feel free to leave, Your Majesty.¡± Saying this, she lay down on the bed. Upon seeing her like this, He Ying extended an invitation, ¡°You¡¯ve been sleeping all day, sleeping too much isn¡¯t good, why don¡¯t you walk with me for a bit?¡± Sang Yan wasn¡¯t in the mood and didn¡¯t want to go, her words still tinged with involuntary sourness, ¡°There are plenty of people who would like to accompany the Emperor on a walk, no need to force me.¡± Her tone was indeed strange. Finally, He Ying picked up on the hint, ¡°Are you¡­ really upset about me having other women?¡± Pei Muyang couldn¡¯t hold back anymore, laughing as he reminded, ¡°Precisely. Emperor, Lord Sang is jealous.¡± It must have been after the Emperor complimented Princess Consort Sang. He knew something was off from Lord Sang¡¯s expression. He thought so, no woman would be indifferent to the sincere heart of an Emperor. Seeing her own feelings exposed, Sang Yan became furiously embarrassed, ¡°What nonsense are you speaking? I¡¯m jealous? Jealous of what?¡± She sat up on the bed, huffing, ¡°Don¡¯t spout nonsense here, hurry up and ask your master to leave.¡± Pei Muyang felt deflated and, with nothing good to say, just gave a sheepish smile and shut up. One must be mindful of the dog¡¯s owner when scolding a dog. This Sang Yan, spoiled by favor, had developed arrogance that had not diminished. He wasn¡¯t sure how far she could go. He would just watch. He Ying didn¡¯t think too much, indulging her with a smile, ¡°Don¡¯t argue with a servant, if you¡¯re angry, direct it at me.¡± He waved his hand, signaling Pei Muyang to leave. Sang Yan stared coldly at him, finding his tone intolerably smug. Indeed, men were an annoying species! Give them an inch, and they¡¯ll take a mile. Honestly, so what if she liked him? Who doesn¡¯t like a handsome man with power and status? She was merely seduced by his appearance and power, a flare-up of vanity. Oh, and the meddling of a woman¡¯s possessiveness. After all, he had pursued her for so long, to turn around and look at another woman was naturally irritating. Yes, that was it. Sang Yan tried to analyze her feelings. At that moment, He Ying spoke out, ¡°I swear, whether in the past or in the future, you are the only one I care about.¡± He raised his hand as a promise, his gaze sincere. Sang Yan, afraid of being bewitched, quickly looked away, feigning indifference, ¡°Emperor, care about whomever you want to care about.¡± Some words inadvertently reveal the truth. He Ying laughed, ¡°You really are jealous.¡± His confident tone stabbed at Sang Yan¡¯s heart. Is this what it¡¯s like to like someone? To feel unsettled by a single word of his? ¡°Actually, your jealousy gives me more confidence. I¡¯ve never been an insecure person ¨C I managed the coup against Pei Zhen at sixteen without feeling this powerless. But facing you, you¡¯re like an immovable stone, leaving me at a loss.¡± His tone was thick with sorrow and bitterness. Sang Yan felt a pang in her heart, wanting to say something, yet unsure what she could say. She wasn¡¯t an emotionless stone or plant, how could she not have feelings? She had always just been suppressing them. Her best friend¡¯s romantic tragedies all began with men, which had made her wary of men like snakes. And he was the lofty Emperor? ¡°The Emperor really needn¡¯t go to such lengths.¡± After much consideration, that was her response. He Ying said with a smile, ¡°But I wish to. It¡¯s a novel feeling. My heart is tied. It feels like I¡¯ve found a place to belong.¡± Everyone wants a place to belong. Where was her place to belong? Sang Yan eventually accompanied him out for a walk. He Ying had someone follow them at a distance, just walking around the Imperial City. The two walked side by side, not speaking. The moon hung high above their heads. Beside them, each was accompanied by their beloved. Unknowingly, they arrived at the Observatory. The Observatory, built at the highest point to reach the Star Court, was a great place to overlook the scenery of the Imperial Palace. However, the place was already occupied. ¡°Joy brings sorrow, Liao Liang¡¯s heart tears apart.¡± The man, clad in a black robe, with disheveled hair, leaned against the railing, drinking wine, and reciting poetry, shaking his head. Sang Yan, curious, asked, ¡°Who is that?¡± He Ying, without even looking, replied, ¡°A drunkard. Don¡¯t bother with him.¡± With that, he was ready to leave. Sang Yan felt there was more to it¡ªthe man, clearly drunk yet eloquently speaking in poetry, seemed learned. She approached to greet him, ¡°Hey, sir, are you alright?¡± ¡°Fine, fine, fine, my loyalty shall be recorded in history to serve the Emperor. Alas, the Emperor rides the winds away, and in the mortal world¡­¡± The man took another drink, then ruffled his messy hair, looked at the beautiful face before him, and burst out laughing, ¡°The world is not worth it.¡± Sang Yan laughed along¡ªthis man was really interesting. He was even using modern slang. ¡°Sir, drink less; too much is harmful.¡± She could tell he was a disheartened man. Indeed, in ancient times, frustrated poets and scholars were all crazed and eased their worries with alcohol. Thinking this, she turned to the Emperor, ¡°Hey, your subject, aren¡¯t you going to take care of him? Didn¡¯t you hear? He wants to dedicate his loyal heart to the Emperor.¡± Such a loyal subject! The Emperor doesn¡¯t even know to cherish talent! He Ying, meeting Sang Yan¡¯s accusatory gaze, felt misunderstood, sighed, and walked over, kicking the man¡¯s leg, ¡°Wan Zhang, I¡¯m not dead yet.¡± He was truly wronged! It was the late Emperor who had ¡®ridden the winds away¡¯. This old servant of the late Emperor was going crazy with his drinking here, causing misunderstandings about him. Infuriating! ¡°Wan Zhang, if you truly miss the late Emperor, I¡¯ll send you to reunite with him.¡± He Ying had wanted to get rid of him for more than a day or two. If it wasn¡¯t for the fact that he and the late Emperor were brothers, this day-drinking drunk would have lost his nine lives due to He Ying¡¯s wrath. Sang Yan, hearing He Ying¡¯s words, suddenly realized her mistake¡ªit turns out this man wanting to dedicate his loyalty to the Emperor was a former servant of the late Emperor. Brave! To reminisce about the late Emperor right in front of the current Emperor! What kind of person was the late Emperor? As Sang Yan wondered, her face was suddenly cupped by hands¡ª ¡°Ah!¡± Startled, she immediately pushed the other person away, mistaking his intentions as lust influenced by alcohol. He Ying also misunderstood and grabbed Sang Yan¡¯s sleeve, pulling her behind him, delivering a kick to Wan Zhang. Wan Zhang, kicked over, rolled down the steps without crying out in pain, just staring with wide eyes, muttering, ¡°This physiognomy¡­ how strange, how strange¡ª¡± Sang Yan quickly realized he had been reading her face. They had both wronged the man. Remorse instantly surged in her heart. ¡°You really are¡ª¡± Without saying more, Sang Yan hurried down to check on him, ¡°Sorry. I misunderstood. Are you alright?¡± Wan Zhang very much was not. He had fallen face-first, his nose swollen, his forehead bleeding, dizzy¡ªyet ignored all that, seeing her before him, again cupping her face, looking closely at her¡ª He Ying, seeing him so close to Sang Yan, wanted to kick him again, but he restrained himself, warning in a low voice, ¡°Wan Zhang, let go, don¡¯t be presumptuous!¡± This time, Wan Zhang obediently withdrew his hands, still uttering, ¡°How strange¡ª¡± As for why it was strange, he said nothing more. Sang Yan was both anxious and panicked, ¡°Sir, where is it strange? Tell me!¡± She thought of her own fate that doom her husbands, wondering if this eccentric man had noticed. He Ying was on the same page, equally eager to know the details to prepare himself, stepped forward, kicked the man¡¯s leg, and demanded, ¡°What exactly is it? Wan Zhang, what did you see? Be clear!¡± Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Chapter 042 The Late Emperor Chapter 42: Chapter 042 The Late Emperor Wan Zhang never did make things clear. He closed his eyes, and no one knew whether he had passed out from drunkenness or had fainted. He Ying saw this and was so angry he wanted to kick the man again. ¡°Don¡¯t!¡± Sang Yan stopped him, ¡°He just fell. He might have fainted from the fall. Hurry, find an Imperial Physician to look at him.¡± He Ying frowned, withdrew his foot, and gestured to someone in the distance, ¡°Carry him to the Observatory. Summon the Imperial Physician there.¡± A great procession then made its way to the Observatory. Observatory The official on duty learned that the Emperor was coming and went out to meet him from afar, ¡°This humble official, Chu Jun, greets the Emperor.¡± Chu Jun was Wan Zhang¡¯s half-disciple. He was in the prime of his youth, and his eyes and brows were full of righteous brightness, not at all decrepit and disheartened like Wan Zhang, but rather like a rising sun bursting forth. When He Ying Pei saw him, he felt somewhat relieved. After his ascension, unlike the late Emperor, he did not believe in divination or astrology, nor did he value it, letting it naturally thrive or decline. He had thought such practices would have faded away by now but was surprised to find someone worth seeing. At that moment, this person worth seeing was casting sideways glances at Sang Yan, his brow furrowed the entire time. Sang Yan noticed and asked, ¡°My lord, is there something unusual about my facial features?¡± Chu Jun met her beautiful eyes, blushed, and lowered his head, ¡°No.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t believe him and looked to He Ying, hoping he would help inquire. Actually, she wasn¡¯t one to believe in ghosts and fate, but having traveled through time, she knew the world was full of wonders, and had thus developed a sense of reverence. The people in the Observatory were enigmatic, and the way they looked at her, as if there were words on the tip of their tongues, was incredibly tantalizing. Of course, beyond the curiosity, there was also unease¡ªwas the unusual aspect due to the original owner of the body, or was it her who was the anomaly? Could she return to her original world? He Ying caught Sang Yan¡¯s glance and responded with a reassuring smile, then entered the Starlight Hall. Inside the hall were various astronomical instruments and rows of bookshelves holding records and archives. In the center of the hall stood an enormous bronze cauldron. Inside it burned thick incense. The scent was not overpowering, rather its subtle tranquility was quite comforting. Sang Yan took in her surroundings, her gaze finally resting on a bed. The man who had fainted was lying there. The Imperial Physician arrived. After examining him, he reported shakily, ¡°Director Wan¡­ has passed out from drunkenness.¡± He Ying had already suspected that Wan Zhang was drunk. Now, with new anger mixing with the old, he lost his temper, ¡°Someone, splash water on him to wake him up!¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± Chu Jun stepped forward to plead, ¡°Director Wan¡­ is weak-bodied. I hope the Emperor will show mercy.¡± The last time Wan Zhang was splashed with cold water by the Bodhi maid in the Empress Dowager¡¯s palace, he developed a fever the next day and couldn¡¯t leave his bed for days. He Ying sneered, ¡°Weak-bodied, yet so fond of wine he can¡¯t live without it. I¡¯m starting to think he¡¯s tired of living.¡± He showed no mercy and turned to Pei Muyang, raising his voice, ¡°Well? What are you waiting for?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang did not dare to delay and immediately instructed the eunuchs to fetch water. Sang Yan had a rather good impression of Wan Zhang and intervened, ¡°Your Majesty, just wake him up. You just kicked him without cause. He has a wound on his forehead.¡± The mention of this aggravated He Ying; he hadn¡¯t touched her yet, but a drunk had taken advantage. ¡°He got what he deserved! Why did he touch your face?¡± ¡°He was reading my face.¡± ¡°Perhaps he was using divination as a pretext for lewd¡ª¡± ¡°Why must Your Majesty think so poorly of him? Are you angry with him, or with me?¡± Sang Yan reasoned for a while, but quickly lost patience, finding the Emperor trivial and overly focused on such minor matters. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯s important now is the divination. I want to know what they¡¯ve seen.¡± She asserted her position firmly. He Ying thought for a moment, decided it was indeed important, nodded his head, and dismissed everyone around him except for Chu Jun, ¡°Do not hide anything. Tell the truth. What did you see in her face?¡± Chu Jun¡¯s face turned red again as he bowed and said, ¡°Emperor, please forgive me. It seems my study has been inadequate. I really can¡¯t make out the young lady¡¯s facial features.¡± As he spoke, his face grew even redder as if it were about to drip blood. It was truly embarrassing. Despite his belief that he had learned eighty percent from Wan Zhang, it turned out he could discern nothing. He Ying and Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± They had not expected this explanation. After a pause, He Ying finally asked, ¡°Is that true?¡± Chu Jun bowed once more and respectfully said, ¡°I wouldn¡¯t dare deceive the Emperor.¡± Convinced, He Ying turned his head to look at Wan Zhang on the bed: ¡°Wake him up.¡± Obeying the order, Chu Jun immediately stepped forward and pushed Wan Zhang: ¡°Director Wan, Director Wan, wake up, the Emperor is here.¡± However, Wan Zhang was sleeping so soundly that his snoring shook the heavens. He Ying was once again tempted to throw cold water on him. Sang Yan spoke before he could get angry: ¡°Let¡¯s wait for him to wake up before we ask him to read the facial features.¡± She wasn¡¯t in a hurry anymore. After all this commotion, the night had grown very deep. ¡°Emperor, you should go back and rest. There is the early court tomorrow.¡± ¡°¡­ Yes.¡± He Ying was always one to give her face. The group then left the Observatory with grandeur once again. The two of them walked side by side as usual. However, this time they were not silent. Mostly it was He Ying speaking. ¡°You are always soft-hearted towards others but hard-hearted towards me.¡± ¡°No matter if it¡¯s the concubines, or those victimized women, or even Wan Zhang, whom you met today, your heart softens for them, but you are as hard as steel toward me.¡± His words sounded lonely and mournful. Sang Yan was somewhat moved, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she didn¡¯t know what she could say. She was a person full of contradictions, even somewhat coy, always spouting disdain while being upright in heart; sometimes, she also detested this aspect of herself. Maybe another person who had traveled through time would have been braver than she? Seeing her remain silent, He Ying continued to murmur to himself: ¡°Perhaps this is what Pei Muyang referred to as ¡®domineering at home¡¯?¡± As he spoke, he actually laughed: ¡°That¡¯s fine. Domineering at home, domineering at home; at least it means we are from the same home.¡± He seemed to be finding joy amidst sorrow, still looking at her with an indulgent gaze: ¡°If you want to be domineering, then be it. I will indulge you.¡± At that moment, all was silent. Sang Yan met his tender and affectionate eyes, and for a moment, she really wanted to say: I am not hard-hearted, I like you too. But she didn¡¯t say it. Instead, she changed the topic: ¡°Emperor, what kind of person was the late Emperor?¡± This was a serious and weighty topic. He Ying composed himself and slowly said: ¡°The late Emperor ascended the throne at ten and passed away from illness at twenty. His short life was lived under the shadow of the Regent King Pei Zhen, without ever having ruled personally.¡± So he was a puppet Emperor. This is what Sang Yan thought to herself, but aloud she said, ¡°Emperor, please accept my condolences.¡± He Ying shook his head slightly with a smile that carried a hint of helplessness: ¡°There¡¯s not much to mourn. He was just like you, too soft-hearted. Even without the Regent King, he wouldn¡¯t have accomplished much as an Emperor.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Is it really okay to speak of the late Emperor like this? ¡°However¡ª¡± He Ying shifted the topic, his voice cooling: ¡°If he¡¯d been a little more ruthless, I would not exist.¡± Sang Yan was taken aback: ¡°Ah? What do you mean?¡± ¡°It¡¯s simple. When the late Emperor reached the age of ruling personally, in order not to relinquish power, the Regent King had to support me instead. At that time, I was seven or eight years old, and I could have served as a puppet Emperor for a few more years.¡± ¡°But if the late Emperor had killed you, he could have bided his time.¡± Sang Yan had guessed the rest of the story; the late Emperor cared for brotherly affection, preferring to die himself rather than kill his younger brother. Chapter 43 - Chapter 43: Chapter 043 Demoness Chapter 43: Chapter 043 Demoness ¡°Yes, as long as he kills me, he will live a little longer.¡± He Ying looked over with a heavy gaze, ¡°Ah Yan, I¡¯ve said you¡¯re smart, and I¡¯ve never been wrong about anyone.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It wasn¡¯t that she was smart, but that she had watched too many palace dramas and understood the patterns within. ¡°The late Emperor was a good brother.¡± She remarked. He nodded, ¡°Yes. He was a good brother and also a fine scholar. Idle sorrows scatter like snow, upon drinking, they melt away the soul. He and Wan Zhang were the same, consumed by their love for liquor. His drunken calligraphy carried the air of a master.¡± Listening to him, Sang Yan thought of Li Yu, the last Lord of the Southern Tang, and the line that later generations would use to evaluate him: ¡°As a talent, truly peerless, poor fate to be thrust upon a king.¡± ¡°Ha ha, that poetry is exquisite.¡± He Ying laughed heartily, praising her, ¡°Ah Yan is clever and quick-witted, abundantly talented, of all the women I¡¯ve seen, none can match you.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Er¡­ awkward. She was merely borrowing the words of the ancients. She couldn¡¯t quite accept such praise. Sang Yan fell silent and glanced sideways at him. He wore a plain white brocaded robe, his black hair cascading down, his features as fine as jade, reminding her of a verse: ¡°Stands as noble as the orchid and jade tree, his smile like the bright moon embraced.¡± Hence, her fondness for him was mostly because of his face. Again, who doesn¡¯t like a powerful and handsome leader? Soon, they arrived at Qingning Palace. Sang Yan said goodnight and entered the side hall. Leaving He Ying standing under the moonlight, quietly watching the direction she had gone. For a long time. He withdrew his gaze, looked towards Pei Muyang, gestured with his hand, and said in a low voice, ¡°Go bring Wan Zhang here. Don¡¯t let others know. You go personally.¡± What exactly did Wan Zhang see in Sang Yan¡¯s facial features? If there was any ill omen, he alone should know. Pei Muyang understood his intention, nodded immediately, and set off to fulfill the command. * Sang Yan slept well. All the way until dawn. After washing up and remembering to ask Wan Zhang to read her face, she quickly ate her breakfast and, taking Qiuzhi with her, went to the Observatory. The Observatory by day seemed even more desolate than at night. Not a single guard stood outside the Starlight Hall. She found it strange, thought for a moment, and still decided to push the door open and enter. ¡°Hello? Is anyone there?¡± ¡°Hello, is somebody there?¡± No response came. And no one was inside the hall. It was eerily empty and cold. She looked around and then stepped back out. Just then, she saw a group of guards passing by and approached them to inquire, ¡°Hello, why is there no one at the Observatory?¡± The captain of the Guard Team recognized Sang Yan and respectfully replied, ¡°Lord Sang, Director Wan of the Observatory indulged in drink and neglected his duties, and has been punished by the Emperor to guard the Imperial Mausoleum. The rest at the Observatory share the same punishment.¡± Sang Yan was stunned: When did the tyrant issue the decree? After they parted last night? In front of her, he had pardoned Wan Zhang, but behind her back tallied up his account? Such a petty vindictive man! Wait¡ª It wasn¡¯t that simple. Had He Ying summoned Wan Zhang afterwards? And had Wan Zhang spoken of her odd facial features, which led to his punishment? What exactly did Wan Zhang say? Sang Yan grew both curious and panicked, lifting the hem of her dress as she hurried to find the Emperor. At the same time In Taihe Hall He Ying let out an inelegant sneeze up in the hall. The civil and military officials shivered thrice. Among them, the Minister of Rites, Cui Shao, said, ¡°The hot summer has come, and the Emperor should be careful with the use of ice at night, mindful of the dragon¡¯s health.¡± He meant well, with concern, but by saying so, he accidentally reminded everyone of something. The Imperial Censor, Feng Ji, took the lead in urging, ¡°Please, Emperor, take good care of your dragon¡¯s body, favor your concubines, and soon extend the royal succession.¡± Following suit, the Minister of Revenue, Qu Zhi, echoed, ¡°The Imperial Censor is right, Emperor, you are nearing the age of thirty, and it¡¯s inappropriate to delay the heir any longer.¡± ¡°Yes, indeed. With the birth of the heir, the nurturing of a Crown Prince is also a long-term heavy responsibility.¡± ¡°This old servant dares to say something unpleasant at the risk of his life, but the disaster of Pei Zhen must not be repeated.¡± The disaster of Pei Zhen stemmed from the Emperor¡¯s advanced age and impending birth of an heir, resulting in entrusting his legacy to a young emperor who was completely unable to hold on to power. He Ying was particularly averse to this and snapped angrily, ¡°Are you cursing me with an early death?¡± ¡°This humble servant dares not.¡± All the ministers knelt down. He Ying sneered, ¡°I see you dare quite freely. One by one, you start to worry about the length of my life. Unfortunately, to your disappointment, I am in robust health, certain to outlive you all.¡± ¡°This old servant has no such thoughts.¡± It was the Imperial Censor, Feng Ji, who had brought up the disaster of Pei Zhen. He had white hair, a face marked by the passage of time, and was very emotional, pounding his chest with his hands and crying out, ¡°Emperor, your words are like driving a knife through this old servant¡¯s heart. My loyalty to the Da He Royal Family is witnessed by heaven and earth. The late Emperor¡ª¡± The late Emperor, during his lifetime, had held this veteran of three dynasties in high esteem. No, it is now four dynasties. ¡°This old servant is incompetent, unable to persuade the Emperor, cannot see the Da He Royal Family flourish, deeply ashamed in front of you.¡± Feng Ji cried out to the heavens, his tears flowing freely, a sight too pitiful to behold. Except for He Ying. He looked at the scene with indifference and even some annoyance, ¡°Leaning on old age to peddle influence, utterly despicable!¡± He darkened his face and slammed down on the Dragon Table, ¡°This is the Great Hall of Deliberation, how dare you show the behavior of a woman? Guards, drag him out!¡± He was angry and showed no consideration for the Imperial Censor. ¡°Emperor, please reconsider!¡± ¡°A man may be killed, but not insulted!¡± ¡°Emperor¡ª¡± ¡­ The other ministers pleaded in succession. He Ying ignored them completely and ordered the Imperial Censor¡¯s dismissal. ¡°Who else is urging for heirs?¡± Nobody dared to respond. However, the Assistant Minister of Rites, Zhou Mao, mentioned the Observatory, ¡°Emperor, the Observatory was established by the late Emperor himself, protected by his edict; it must not be neglected.¡± He Ying didn¡¯t take his words to heart, responding coldly, ¡°To my knowledge, the Observatory has been neglected long ago.¡± Zhou Mao said, ¡°That is due to the Emperor¡¯s lack of supervision. With additional manpower and the selection of the capable and virtuous, the Observatory can indeed flourish again.¡± He Ying wasn¡¯t interested in the prosperity of the Observatory, waving his hand and saying, ¡°Enough. I have my own arrangements. This matter shall not be discussed further.¡± Zhou Mao, persisting, knelt down, ¡°Does the Emperor hold such an aversion to the Observatory because the Director Wan Jianzheng has discovered something? It is rumored that the Emperor visited the Observatory last night to consult on the fate of the Sang Family¡¯s daughter¡ª¡± ¡°Vice Minister Zhou, you are quite well-informed, aren¡¯t you?¡± He Ying chuckled sarcastically, cutting off his words, and also changing the subject abruptly. Zhou Mao ultimately grew fearful and was led away, ¡°This humble servant is just concerned about the Emperor, worried about Da He.¡± ¡°Enough! If everyone thought and acted like you do, would not my Imperial Palace become your personal backyard? Allowing you to peer into matters thus; it seems I have served as Emperor in vain!¡± The more He Ying thought about it, the angrier he became, and he ordered an investigation, ¡°Guards! Who leaked the information? Find them! Upon discovery, show no mercy!¡± ¡°May the Emperor calm his anger.¡± The ministers knelt down en masse. He Ying¡¯s anger intensified as he grabbed a petition from the table and threw it, ¡°Get out! All of you, get out!¡± He was somewhat enraged. The ministers did not dare to say more, quietly retreating from the hall. Ever since the Emperor arrived for the morning court, he had been in a bad mood, and just last night, he had ordered the dismissal of all staff from the Observatory, surely something had happened, but what? As they left the Great Hall and whispered to each other in muted tones, they lifted their heads and saw Sang Yan waiting outside the hall, and instinctively sighed in unspoken agreement, ¡°That demoness brings disaster upon the nation!¡± Sang Yan: ? Chapter 44 - Chapter 44: Chapter 044: Physiognomy Chapter 44: Chapter 044: Physiognomy Sang Yan was speaking with Feng Ji. She had learned from the guards around her that he was an Imperial Censor and, seeing him kneeling under the sun at such an old age with a readiness to die for his country, her heart went out to him. ¡°Please get up.¡± ¡°It¡¯s such a hot day, if you pass out from the heat, your body won¡¯t be able to take it.¡± ¡°You keep saying you¡¯re loyal to the Emperor and love your country, but if something happens, it¡¯s the Emperor who will be blamed. Do you want people to call him a foolish or tyrannical ruler?¡± After advising him for a few moments, she had someone prepare mung bean soup. As the ministers were leaving the court, they saw her offering the mung bean soup to Feng Ji. ¡°Putting on airs!¡± ¡°Such pretense!¡± They came over and forcibly helped Feng Ji to his feet. Feng Ji was still shouting, ¡°Emperor, the heir is most important!¡± Sang Yan felt they were filled with malice towards her and did not persist with her unwelcomed efforts, but instead, she set down the soup and moved aside. They were supporting Feng Ji to leave¡ª But Feng Ji pushed them away, walked straight up to Sang Yan, and bowed, ¡°Miss Sang, as the female officer before the Emperor, you should know the matter of the heir is of vital importance to the foundation of the He Country, we must not delay. I hope you will advise the Emperor.¡± He was not like those ministers who wanted their own daughters to conceive the heir. He simply wished that the Dahe Royal Family would soon have an heir, a Crown Prince, so that the Royal Family would flourish. To him, it didn¡¯t matter whose womb the heir came from. Sang Yan was baffled by his reasoning¡ªwhat did it have to do with her? Was this moral coercion? However, his demeanor was respectful, which she found respectable. She had no ill feelings towards these ministers who served their country and even admired them a bit, so she said, ¡°Mr. Feng, you exaggerate. I will do my best to advise the Emperor.¡± Life expectancy was short in ancient times. An Emperor at twenty-six without a child indeed posed a problem. He had suffered from the political difficulties due to the Crown Prince being too young during the late Emperor¡¯s reign; it was a cautionary tale. ¡°The lady understands reason. This old man thanks you.¡± ¡°¡­¡± She was only advising; success was not assured. Ah, it felt like she had taken on a burden. She only came here to find out what Wan Zhang had seen in her face reading. ¡°Master¡ª¡± Pei Muyang came with a smile, ¡°The Emperor invites you inside.¡± Sang Yan bid Feng Ji farewell and followed Pei Muyang into the Taihe Hall. The hall was silent. He Ying sat on the throne, his gaze descending upon her as he gestured for her to come over. ¡°Come and sit.¡± ¡°¡­Emperor?¡± Sang Yan knew the Emperor was unorthodox in his actions, but she hadn¡¯t expected this. Letting her sit on the Dragon Throne? What was he thinking? Was he not concerned that those outside had not criticized her enough? It was madness! She wouldn¡¯t join him in his folly, and directly asked what was on her mind, ¡°Emperor, I want to know what the matter with the Observatory is? Why did you issue such an order? Did Director Wan say something?¡± He Ying, anticipating she was here for this reason, did not immediately clarify her doubts but instead said, ¡°First, come over here.¡± Sang Yan did not move, but bowed from a distance, ¡°Emperor, forgive my bluntness, but you are increasingly acting like a foolish ruler.¡± ¡°You dare to speak to Us in such a way; you certainly have grown bold.¡± He Ying was not angry, but defended himself with a smile, ¡°But Ah Yan, if I were a foolish ruler, you would have been my concubine long ago.¡± Sang Yan was speechless. After a moment of silence, she said, ¡°These are two separate matters, and should not be confused. Emperor, as the ruler, you must govern diligently. As someone in high position, every action affects the people, and you must constantly reflect on yourself.¡± Why did she feel like she was worrying excessively for him? Was this the legendary scenario where the eunuch frets more than the Emperor? What happened to keeping things simple? Ah. Such is the life of toil. ¡°He Ying came down and approached Sang Yan, his gaze tender yet forceful. ¡°I like you and want to share everything with you, does that not make me a good Emperor?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She was at a loss for words again. Temporarily speechless. And her heart was beating faster. The Emperor¡¯s gaze was intensely focused on her, making her breathing erratic and her body momentarily stiff. However, although her body was stiff, her mind was spinning: ¡°Emperor, are you¡­ changing the subject?¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± Now it was his turn to be at a loss for words. He gave a bitter smile. ¡°Ah Yan is indeed hard to deceive.¡± Sang Yan thought to herself: No, I almost really fell for it! You, with your scheming ways, one must always be on guard when speaking to you. ¡°Please speak, Emperor.¡± She took a step back, her expression solemn. ¡°Why did you treat the Observatory that way? What did Director Wan tell you?¡± Please don¡¯t let it be because of my face. She really didn¡¯t want to be a femme fatale. There¡¯s no good end to that. ¡°You worry too much.¡± He Ying slightly smiled. ¡°Wan Zhang didn¡¯t even read your face. It¡¯s truly useless.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Why does it feel like a lie? If it¡¯s so simple, would the blame fall on the entire Observatory? ¡°Emperor, do you think I¡¯m a three-year-old child?¡± She felt her intelligence insulted. He Ying heard her and smiled. ¡°If you were a three-year-old child, that would be easier.¡± ¡°How would that be easier?¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t fall for you, but I would treat you like a daughter.¡± Great, there¡¯s that paternal vibe again! ¡°Emperor, you¡¯re changing the subject again!¡± Sang Yan was almost stomping her foot. ¡°Can¡¯t you act a bit more like an Emperor?¡± She felt the Emperor¡¯s character was collapsing too quickly. But even an Emperor is human. In front of the woman he likes, he too, like any other man, would drop any pretense to make her happy. ¡°Alright. It¡¯s my fault.¡± He Ying looked at her tenderly, his smile indulgent. ¡°Then tell me, what do you think an Emperor should be like?¡± He asked this, actually querying what her ideal man would be like. Sang Yan, caught off guard, responded: ¡°An Emperor should self-reflect, be stringent with himself, care for the world, and be magnanimous and benevolent.¡± ¡°Anything else?¡± ¡°Let me think¡ª¡± Poor Sang Yan was distracted again. Meanwhile, On the mountain path leading to the Imperial Mausoleum, Two groups of guards were escorting a group of officials from the Observatory. ¡°Alas, alas, I said that would bring trouble, and I was right.¡± ¡°Entering the Emperor¡¯s Mausoleum, our future prospects are completely ruined.¡± ¡°Wan Zhang! Wan Zhongshan! You have caused great harm to others!¡± ¡­ The officials were all full of complaints about Wan Zhang. Except for Chu Jun. Seeing Wan Zhang, sweaty, disheveled, and his lips chapped and in a sorry state, he couldn¡¯t help but feel pity and handed him a water pouch, whispering, ¡°Director Wan, have some water?¡± Wan Zhang didn¡¯t play coy, took the water, and drank it all in one go. Chu Jun: ¡°¡­¡± He was pained by his water but didn¡¯t say anything. Instead, he lowered his voice and asked, ¡°Director Wan, what exactly did you tell the Emperor? About Miss Sang¡¯s face¡ª¡± Before he could finish, Wan Zhang smashed the water pouch on his face, then blew away a stray hair from his mouth and started humming a poem with a smile: ¡°Do not laugh at my madness, for such madness is unparalleled. Not of this world, rare is the soul that leaves its fragrance.¡± Chu Jun: ? Chapter 45 - Chapter 45: Chapter 045 Farewell Grace Chapter 45: Chapter 045 Farewell Grace They emerged from Taihe Hall. The two boarded a carriage, heading to Nanquan Temple. The temple was built near Nanquan Water, hence its name. ¡°Our ancestor was forty years old, frail in health,¡± He Ying began as he gazed at the dilapidated Nanquan Temple, ¡°so he moved to reside in Nanquan Temple, bathing day and night in the Nanquan Water. It was here, amid those waters, that a palace maid was graced and thus the late Emperor was conceived.¡± Sang Yan always felt his words had deeper meaning, his thoughts profound and elusive. ¡°Could it be that the Emperor plans to emulate his ancestor?¡± She looked around the long-neglected courtyard and the dried-up Nanquan Water, trying to guess his thoughts. He Ying turned to look at her, smiling lightly, ¡°If Ah Yan were to cooperate, why not?¡± Sang Yan frowned, ¡°Your Majesty, please do not jest.¡± ¡°I am not jesting.¡± He Ying¡¯s gaze drifted off, his tone grave and commanding, ¡°I intend to rebuild Nanquan Temple, no ¡ª from now on, this place will be called Liufang Temple.¡± Such things are not for everyone, rare is the soul that leaves a fragrance! He didn¡¯t believe that. He was determined to leave his mark! Sang Yan was speechless. Was the Emperor undertaking this grand construction for her? Congratulations to her then. She was one step closer to becoming a ¡°femme fatale.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do.¡± Sang Yan had no interest in staying at the palace, nor did she want him to build a palace for her, so she advised, ¡°A good emperor should be diligent and frugal. By doing this, what position are you putting me in?¡± At that, her expression hardened, her voice stern, ¡°Your Majesty, do not use my welfare as a guise for actions that burden the people and drain the treasury.¡± Since ancient times, when an emperor behaved foolishly, the blame would fall upon women. A prosperous era needed beauties to adorn it; a troubled era needed beauties to take the blame. What a great injustice to be a beauty! She refused to repeat this tragic fate. He Ying, oblivious to her thoughts, replied, ¡°It¡¯s only a palace; how could it burden the people and drain the treasury? I rise early and retire late, governing the realm. If even building a palace is not allowed, what¡¯s the joy in being an emperor? Besides, it needs renovation.¡± Seeing that she couldn¡¯t persuade him, she said, ¡°Then don¡¯t build it under the pretense of doing it for me. And what kind of name is Liufang Temple? It sounds terrible. Change it, Your Majesty.¡± He Ying then suggested, ¡°How about Liuqing Hall?¡± Sang Yan rolled her eyes, ¡°Give me a look, and you¡¯ll understand?¡± He Ying was speechless. He wanted to laugh. He was happy. Their interactions were becoming more relaxed. The unease from before had faded without him knowing. ¡°Then you name it.¡± He encouraged with a smile, ¡°I trust in your talent.¡± Sang Yan, uninterested, frowned, ¡°Shouldn¡¯t the Emperor think more about national development and improving the people¡¯s living standards?¡± To put it bluntly, this Emperor seemed a bit lovesick. He Ying had just unleashed his anger in court; how could he be in the mood to think about politics? He retorted, ¡°If I remember correctly, you once said that rest is for better work.¡± Sang Yan was speechless. This Emperor really had a good memory. She was momentarily unable to refute. During her silence, He Ying added, ¡°Actually, it¡¯s only when I¡¯m with you that I can find some peace. Ah Yan, stop saying these discouraging words.¡± Upon hearing this, Sang Yan felt rebellious, thinking: I¡¯m so discouraging, yet you keep seeking me out; could it be you have a masochistic streak? If discouragement can make you lose interest in me, it might be worth a try. So, she tried, ¡°Emperor, governing the world demands more than just one person; shouldn¡¯t the world serve one person as well? You cannot think only of squandering and enjoying yourself all day, you should reflect upon yourself and love the people attentively.¡± He Ying listened, looked at her seriously, and asked, ¡°I love the people, but who loves me?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Damn. Miscalculated. This Emperor¡¯s mind works exceptionally fast; arguing with him just doesn¡¯t end well. ¡°You, perhaps?¡± He Ying looked at her, his tone gentle yet heavy, ¡°I too am human. I too need to be loved.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She dared not meet his eyes, so she turned her head to look at a rockery nearby, walked over, picked a withered leaf, and while fiddling with it, said, ¡°If you truly love the people as if they were your own children, the people would naturally love you in return. I once heard that when a benevolent official who loved the people like his own children died, tens of thousands wept by his coffin. See, such profound humanity between officials and the people.¡± He Ying sighed after listening, ¡°I don¡¯t need them to weep for me. Perhaps I should say, I need you to love me. Even if many people love me, I only need you. Ah Yan, be kinder to me. I can give you anything.¡± The Emperor was crafting sweet nothings again! Hmph! Sang Yan hardened her heart and said, ¡°Then give me freedom, Your Majesty. I want to leave the palace.¡± ¡°Impossible!¡± He Ying flatly refused, his face sullen, his tone slightly hurt, ¡°You promised to be with me for a year.¡± Sang Yan found herself speechless again. This damned year! Seeing her defeated, He Ying felt a bit better and gently smiled, ¡°Don¡¯t be angry with me; I just like you too much.¡± What more could Sang Yan say? Blame herself for attracting him? The two stayed at Nanquan Temple for a while before getting back into the carriage. He Ying ordered several officials from the Ministry of Revenue and Ministry of Industry to come to the Imperial Study. He was determined to build Liufang Temple, and it was not up for debate. Sang Yan saw his resolve, suppressed her anger, and upon reaching Qingning Palace, stepped down from the carriage and finally erupted, ¡°Your Majesty claims to like me, is this how you like me? Time after time, you go against my wishes, offering me things I do not want. If this is your ¡®liking,¡¯ I wouldn¡¯t want it for a year, two years, or even a lifetime.¡± After saying this, she didn¡¯t even look at him and ran to a side hall in Qingning Palace. He Ying frowned, followed her inside, dismissed the attendants, and asked, ¡°What do you want then? Besides freedom, what do you want?¡± ¡°I want¡­¡± Sang Yan sat on the soft couch, lost in thought. Besides freedom, what did she want? ¡°Imperial Censor Feng¡­ wishes for the Emperor to favor the concubines and sire an heir¡­¡± She didn¡¯t know why she said that. He Ying came over, stood next to her, and looked down at her, asking, ¡°What about you?¡± Sang Yan¡¯s heart was in turmoil, ¡°Your Majesty¡­ indeed needs an heir.¡± But she absolutely could not bear a child for him. ¡°I certainly do need one. The question is, would you be willing to bear one for me?¡± He Ying lowered himself to her eye level, his gaze suddenly sharp, ¡°You are unwilling? Are you even thinking of pushing me towards other women? Sang Yan, are you really¡ªtrampling on my sincerity?¡± ¡°I¡ª¡± Sang Yan wanted to say she hadn¡¯t, but she couldn¡¯t say it. She did quite like him, but her feelings were genuine, and so was her desire to leave him. And she never hesitated for a moment. ¡°I cannot give Your Majesty what you desire.¡± In the end, she chose to break his heart. Some relationships, if destined to end badly, should be cut off early. ¡°It¡¯s not that you cannot give, it¡¯s that you don¡¯t want to!¡± ¡°I think I have been fair to you, respecting you, waiting for you¡ª¡± He Ying clenched his fist, bit his lip, did not want to speak, did not want to appear pitiful and miserable, but he really had so much to say, so much to ask, yet all he could do in the end was look at her with bloodshot eyes and demand, ¡°Sang Yan, do you have no heart?¡± Chapter 46 - Chapter 46: Chapter 046 Admit Chapter 46: Chapter 046 Admit He Ying left. He dropped the sentence: ¡°Reflect on yourself here for now.¡± As Sang Yan listened to his words, she inexplicably thought of the last misunderstanding. At that time, he had also told her to reflect. Then rumors had spread of her falling out of favor, and she was even tricked by Sang Ruoshui, suffering a bit as a result. This time, he was telling her to reflect again. Sang Yan truly did reflect and felt that she was caught in a strange loop with him, where the tighter he pursued, the more dangerous and uneasy she felt. The Emperor¡¯s love was intense and passionate. But such love often did not last long, like fireworks, fleeting as if a dream. So, what was her fault? She didn¡¯t long for riches or power, and from start to finish, she simply wanted to live out her days in peace. Their values were different, why should he disturb her tranquility? After reflecting, Sang Yan still felt she was not in the wrong and decided not to reflect anymore, instead just lying back idly. Ah, love indeed causes vexation. No wonder it¡¯s said online that being in a relationship comes with numerous small and large problems, and being single only presents the occasional wish to be in a relationship. Indeed, the truth! * Imperial Study None of the officials from the Ministry of Industry had any objections to the construction of Liufang Temple, and they were even quite eager. Ah, the Emperor was finally going to build a palace, and they at the Ministry could show their prowess. Meng Zhiang, the Minister from the Ministry of Industry, was so excited he almost cried: ¡°Your servant will submit the blueprints and oversee the construction promptly, not failing Your Majesty¡¯s grace¡ª¡± The Ministry of Industry ranked lowest among the six ministries, always busy with work and never getting much in return. Now, with the construction of Liufang Temple, being the first palace built since the Emperor¡¯s accession, it was surely a distinguished project, providing them with an opportunity to show their worth! Of course, besides gaining favor from the Emperor, there was profit to be made. Truly a great opportunity for both fame and fortune. Minister of Revenue, Qu Zhi, however, could not bring himself to smile. He was in charge of the national treasury and was notoriously stingy, not wanting to spend. ¡°Why has the Emperor suddenly decided to build Liufang Temple?¡± He cautiously advised, ¡°The locust plague in Wuzhou has not yet been resolved, and the Ministry of Revenue¡¯s finances are indeed tight; I hope Your Majesty could empathize.¡± ¡°Mister Qu¡¯s words are inappropriate,¡± Meng Zhiang objected: ¡°Not to mention the Emperor has been in power for over a decade without having built any such memorial structures, and now we can¡¯t come up with the funds for just a Liufang Temple? If word gets out, wouldn¡¯t it make Du a laughingstock?¡± Cao Chenghan, Deputy Minister from the Ministry of Industry, also said: ¡°Nanquan Temple was famously an auspicious place for the imperial family, and it¡¯s a pity it fell into disrepair. Now that the Emperor is rebuilding it into Liufang Temple, which has implications for the imperial dignity and even the heir, Mister Qu should be careful with his words.¡± ¡°Mister Cao, your words are a bit harsh. The Emperor has few concubines and currently no heir, and given the Emperor¡¯s celibacy and the frequent expulsion of palace maids from the palace, there are many vacant palaces already. It really isn¡¯t necessary to waste funds on building more¡ª¡± ¡°You mean if the Emperor doesn¡¯t live in those palaces, they should not be constructed?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the locust plague in Wuzhou. Building palaces at this time could tarnish the Emperor¡¯s reputation.¡± The Ministry of Revenue and Ministry of Industry began arguing. He Ying did not intervene. He sat on the Dragon Couch, holding his forehead, lost in their shouts. He thought of Sang Yan. Last time he asked her to reflect, she ended up falling ill. Now asking her to reflect again, given her sentimental nature, he worried something might happen again. With this thought, he lost any interest in discussing palace construction and said: ¡°Enough. Give me some time to think.¡± The officials from the Ministry of Industry were stupefied. The officials from the Ministry of Revenue smiled: ¡°The Emperor is wise.¡± * The wise He Ying returned to Qingning Palace. After much thought, he summoned Sang Yan. When Sang Yan entered, she saw He Ying applying the Jade Frost Ointment. His outer robe had been removed, revealing a delicately opened white undershirt, his exquisite collarbones, and well-developed chest muscles. She glanced at him once, then turned her gaze away, muttering in her heart, ¡°What is the Emperor up to now? A plot of seduction? Well, he does have a great body ¨C slim in clothes, robust without. That long black hair falling down, epitome of classical male beauty.¡± ¡°Greetings, Your Majesty¡ª¡± She bowed slightly, quickly performing the ritual. He Ying sat on the Dragon Bed, watching her expressionlessly and asked, ¡°Do you know why I summoned you?¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t know and shook her head. But she could tell the Emperor seemed to have been provoked by something; he was acting strange, almost frightening. Her premonitions were always eerily accurate. The next moment she heard¡ª ¡°I wish to take you into my favor.¡± ¡°What?¡± Sang Yan¡¯s eyes widened in shock. Her steps involuntarily retreated. Yet He Ying suddenly stood up, walking towards her step by step, ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you wanted to have a one-night stand with me? I shall fulfill your wish.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Thankful. Absolutely unnecessary. ¡°Your Majesty, please don¡¯t come closer, calm down.¡± She kept stepping back, thinking of what to do, ¡°Your Majesty, your health¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already applied the Jade Frost Ointment. Even if I fall ill, I will endure. As long as it¡¯s not fatal, nothing can affect me¡ª¡± ¡°If Your Majesty had made this decision sooner, why would you worry about not having an heir?¡± She must be insane. Was she really concerned about his heir at such a time? Had she taken on the role of a saint? ¡°Yes, I should have made this decision sooner, perhaps you¡¯d already have my heir by now.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Damn. The Emperor was beyond reason. Seeing him in the manner of a conquering despot, Sang Yan also feared and inadvertently glimpsed a sword, rushing over, she drew it, pointing it at him, ¡°He Ying, how are you any different from those tyrants and scoundrels by doing this!¡± In her distress, she even yelled out the Emperor¡¯s name. ¡°Do you wish to kill me?¡± He Ying was not concerned about the breach of protocol, his thoughts conversing around his own sword, his tone both disdainful and curious, ¡°Come, let me see the courage you¡¯ve grown to under my care.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Why did he sound proud of it? The Emperor must have a masochistic streak. ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± The tip of the sword had already pressed against He Ying¡¯s chest. His white undershirt was thin. A spot of bright red was distinctly visible. He kept walking towards her. Sang Yan stepping back with the sword, exclaimed, ¡°He Ying! You¡¯ve gone mad!¡± ¡°I indeed have gone mad.¡± He Ying watched her eyes, his smile carrying sadness and the bitter hatred of unrequited love, ¡°You wouldn¡¯t let me build the Liufang Temple, I listened to you. You asked me to eradicate pests, I obeyed. You asked me to console the victims, I complied. I adhered to your wishes every step, but have you ever listened to me? Sang Yan, what are you exactly? You even took my sincerity¡ª¡± ¡°Do you feel aggrieved, Your Majesty? Treated unfairly?¡± Sang Yan interrupted him sharply, sneering, ¡°Your Majesty, what are you trying to say with this? Your superiority? My being loved by you is an honor? But do you know? I wish you were just a commoner. Maybe even my servant. If I gave you a bit of love, would you also be filled with fear and gratitude?¡± She threw the sword to the ground, continuing, ¡°Now that things are out in the open, it¡¯s better. He Ying, as long as you remain the Emperor, we can never be equal. I can never truly open my heart to you.¡± Chapter 47 - Chapter 47: Chapter 047: Fear of Wife Chapter 47: Chapter 047: Fear of Wife He Ying listened and felt both heartbroken and wronged as he asked back, ¡°You also know I am the Emperor? But do you see any semblance of an Emperor in me? Indeed, there is inequality between us. It is you who stand high above, and I am the one waiting for your favor.¡± He became so agitated that he even slipped into using ¡°I¡± instead of ¡°We¡±. Sang Yan paid no attention to this minor detail; she soberly countered, ¡°No. It is the Emperor who elevated me by favoring me. Once you stop liking me, who knows if I¡¯ll be shattered into a puddle of mud?¡± The higher one climbs, the harder one falls. The love of an Emperor is like dancing on the edge of a knife, painful and deadly. No. She was already feeling the pain now. ¡°Emperor, if you want me to like you, you got your wish, I admit, I like you. But liking is not everything. There is much more in life to pursue than love. Think about it.¡± Having said that, she turned and walked away. He Ying was still immersed in the joy of her admitting she liked him, ¡°You just said you like me, you did, didn¡¯t you?¡± He chased after her and even grabbed her arm. Sang Yan quickly shook him off and asked with a frown, ¡°Is that the only thing the Emperor heard?¡± He Ying nodded, ¡°Hmm. What else did you say? Is there anything more important than those words?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Of course, there is! You love-struck fool! The atmosphere suddenly became very strange. The previous tension and mutual loathing dissipated in an instant. He Ying even softened his expression and whispered to her, ¡°I heard you, you said you like me. Once said, it can¡¯t be taken back.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She didn¡¯t want to talk to him anymore and turned to leave again. When He Ying saw this, he chased after her, trying to grab her hand, but she stopped him with a look. ¡°Are you really trying to have an episode?¡± ¡°Is that concern I¡¯m hearing from you?¡± He had truly forgotten the royal ¡°We¡± now. Sang Yan didn¡¯t remind him and said disdainfully, ¡°If the Emperor prefers to think that way to be happy, then so be it.¡± She truly didn¡¯t want him to have an episode. After all, dealing with his pains, vomiting, and itching was rather distressing. Sang Ruoshui had cried plenty over it before. He Ying had no knowledge of her thoughts; hearing her say that, his previously cheerful mood dampened again, ¡°You make it sound like I¡¯m being fanciful.¡± ¡°The Emperor can also choose not to be fanciful.¡± Just as long as he didn¡¯t like her. ¡°Why does it sound like you¡¯re being sarcastic?¡± He Ying looked at her deeply, feeling that she was saying one thing but meaning another, and he laughed again, ¡°Well, even if I am being fanciful, I still want you to be happy. Tell me, what would make you happy? A promotion for your sister?¡± This sudden turn in the topic confused Sang Yan, ¡°What does Princess Consort Sang have to do with this?¡± He Ying explained, ¡°If her status is high, so is yours.¡± Sang Yan dismissed the idea, ¡°I think my status is already quite high.¡± In the Imperial Palace, who doesn¡¯t greet me as lord? It¡¯s only the love-struck Emperor who ignores all the protocols. Indeed, He Ying was disregarding protocol and said quite innocently, ¡°Who¡¯s to blame if I can¡¯t elevate you? I can only grant rewards to your sister then.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± So it¡¯s her fault now? She laughed at the absurdity, ¡°Is the Emperor loving by association? The Emperor is truly universal in his love.¡± He Ying sensed something off in her tone and asked back, ¡°You don¡¯t want me to reward her?¡± Sang Yan was at a loss for words again. As sisters, she really shouldn¡¯t hinder her future. Only, with Sang Ruoshui¡¯s temperament, who knew how arrogant she¡¯d become with a promotion. ¡°The Emperor is the ruler of the nation, he can do whatever he wishes without looking for my approval.¡± ¡°You know I do look for your approval.¡± He Ying remarked feelingly, ¡°I always feel that in front of you, I am not the Emperor, not even comparable to those common men outside.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t understand, ¡°Why would the Emperor say that?¡± He Ying said, ¡°I am henpecked. Even amongst the grand families, there¡¯s no one more henpecked than I.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The Emperor is again speaking sweet nothings. Hmph! She wouldn¡¯t indulge him, replying, ¡°The Emperor is wrong to say so. Who said being henpecked is bad? No, in this world, there are no henpecked men, only men who love their wives. That¡¯s not fear; it¡¯s love.¡± ¡°Since you say so, you should know that I love you very much.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Alright, I got roped into this again. How cunning is he! Sang Yan sighed, ¡°The Emperor is really different from others.¡± He Ying also sighed, ¡°After all is said and done, it¡¯s my fault for being the Emperor.¡± Sang Yan shook her head and said seriously, ¡°No, the Emperor¡¯s mistake is indulging in love. I¡¯ve already said that there are many things in this world that are more worthy of pursuit than love.¡± She tried to steer the conversation to loftier matters. But the Emperor, with his love-addled brain, was not cooperating. ¡°I can¡¯t even pursue love, so what face do I have to pursue anything else?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Ah Yan, you¡¯re noble, you¡¯re great, you¡¯ve fulfilled me, and if I can settle down, then the whole world will be at peace.¡± ¡°¡­¡± It was settled, she was no match. She wanted to persuade the Emperor; she simply didn¡¯t have the intelligence. ¡°The Emperor thinks too highly of me.¡± She decided to escape, ¡°I need to use the restroom. Please excuse me.¡± And with that, she ran off. He Ying didn¡¯t stop her. He watched her awkward escape with a bittersweet smile, then indulgently thought: Let her be. Intentionally scaring her today and hearing her admit her feelings for me were already a pleasant surprise. ¡°Someone¡ª¡± ¡°This servant is here.¡± Pei Muyang ran in with a big grin, ¡°What orders does the Emperor have?¡± He Ying said, ¡°Issue a decree that I will visit Long Chan Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow.¡± There were many capable and extraordinary people in the world. He didn¡¯t believe he couldn¡¯t break Wan Zhang¡¯s prophecies. * Sang Yan, holding up her skirt, ran out of Qingning Palace and returned to her side palace. At the door of the side palace A delicate but unfamiliar palace maid was kneeling there. Qiuzhi was speaking with her. ¡°Qiuzhi, what¡¯s the matter?¡± She walked up and asked. The palace maid, not waiting for Qiuzhi to speak, knelt toward her and cried, ¡°Lord Sang, please save my Lady!¡± Sang Yan was puzzled: She hadn¡¯t heard of any concubine who had angered the Emperor recently? The palace maid, sensing her confusion, added, ¡°This servant is Yun Qiao, from the Cold Palace. My lady was once Consort Xuan.¡± Since coming to the palace, Sang Yan was quite indifferent, and had never bothered to inquire about the Imperial Palace¡¯s secrets or the Emperor¡¯s romantic debts. Qiuzhi was different. She was careful and had learned some of the palace¡¯s secrets. Seeing Sang Yan still confused, Qiuzhi whispered in her ear, ¡°Consort Xuan came from a powerful background. Her father was the former Minister of War and was a major contributor to the siege that subdued Pei Zhen. That¡¯s why she was granted the title of Noble Consort as soon as she entered the palace. However, it¡¯s said that she had a tough and dominant temperament, often lashed out at the Emperor, frequently causing him to fall ill. After several incidents, the Emperor¡¯s patience ran out, and she was sent to the Cold Palace.¡± Actually, Qiuzhi didn¡¯t mention that Consort Xuan fell out of favor completely when her father died in a battle and she lost her powerful support. Listening to Qiuzhi, Sang Yan turned to Yun Qiao and asked, ¡°What happened to your Lady? Those from the Cold Palace are bound to encounter trouble. But to seek her out? Has her reputation spread to the Cold Palace? ¡°My Lady is ill.¡± Yun Qiao kept kowtowing desperately as she pleaded, ¡°Please, Lord Sang, take pity on my Lady, and find an Imperial Physician for her.¡± She looked to be a loyal servant. Sang Yan might have ignored it if she wasn¡¯t aware, but now that she knew, and if she was able to help, she couldn¡¯t just stand by and do nothing. Sang Yan had a moment of softness and nodded, ¡°I understand. You go back and take care of your Lady. I¡¯ll have someone call for an Imperial Physician.¡± ¡°Thank you, Lord Sang.¡± ¡°You are truly a divine figure.¡± Yun Qiao offered a few flattering words, got up with a smile, and left. True to her word, Sang Yan sent a little eunuch to call for an Imperial Physician. An hour later The little eunuch returned. Sang Yan had finished her lunch and was leisurely enjoying some chilled grapes. The grapes were large, juicy, and glimmered like jewels. Biting into one, the cool, refreshing sweetness was the perfect remedy for the heat. She saw the little eunuch¡¯s face burnt red by the sun, dripping with sweat, so she gave him a small bunch and then gently asked, ¡°What illness does Consort Xuan have? Is it serious? What did the Imperial Physician say?¡± She couldn¡¯t possibly be trying to fake an illness to win back favor, even from the Cold Palace, could she? Chapter 48 - Chapter 48: Chapter 048 Seeking Verification Chapter 48: Chapter 048 Seeking Verification The little eunuch carefully held a bunch of grapes and replied, ¡°The Imperial Physician said it is a form of summer heat that has entered the body, causing a fever. She cannot even get out of bed now. It¡¯s a good thing the master is kind. The Imperial Physician also mentioned that if it drags on, there¡¯s a 90% chance she won¡¯t survive.¡± Sang Yan listened and was also glad she had offered a helping hand. After all, it was a human life. ¡°For the fever, have the Household Affairs send more ice. Besides, do not neglect her diet.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The little eunuch took the order and left. Sang Yan continued eating the grapes. An unintentional glance, and she saw Qiuzhi sitting across, her hands propped against her cheeks, looking at her with admiration. She was puzzled and asked, ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Qiuzhi smiled and said, ¡°Miss, you are increasingly assuming the air of the Master of the Harem.¡± Sang Yan¡¯s expression changed, and she said sternly, ¡°Qiuzhi, watch your words.¡± Qiuzhi quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head saying, ¡°Yes.¡± Sang Yan cautioned further, ¡°The Master of the Harem is the Empress, it¡¯s the Empress Dowager. We are merely guests here. If you speak such inconsiderate words again, you should go back to the manor.¡± Frightened, Qiuzhi knelt on the ground, ¡°My lady, please calm your anger. I was wrong.¡± Seeing this, Sang Yan lost her appetite for the grapes. She waved her hand to let her get up and lazily lay down on the bed, acting indifferently. She took a nap for two hours. When she woke up and saw the harsh light outside, she felt a sense of the enduring, long passage of time. Yet, it was also tranquil. Unfortunately, the quiet time was short. In the evening, He Ying invited her to have dinner together. He also mentioned the matter of the Cold Palace Xuan Family, ¡°Do not be soft-hearted towards her. The Xuan Family deserves their fate.¡± His tone was cold and merciless. Sang Yan felt a chill in her heart and couldn¡¯t help saying, ¡°Perhaps one day when the Emperor loses all interest in me, he will treat me the same way.¡± Often, to see if a man is really worth committing to for life, one should look at how he treats other women. And He Ying seemed to naturally lack compassion for women. Like Ruishui River, like Lan, like Princess Consort Li, and now the Xuan Family, he could easily discard them. Hearing Sang Yan say that, He Ying knew she was thinking about herself. ¡°You are not her. You wouldn¡¯t do the foolish things she did. Why bother yourself unnecessarily?¡± After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and added, ¡°If you are worried, I can give you an imperial decree of exemption. As long as you do not engage in rebellion, you will be safe no matter what you do.¡± Sang Yan scoffed, ¡°If the Emperor truly despises someone, what good is an imperial decree of exemption? There are many ways to make a person¡¯s life worse than death.¡± She had previously been rumored to be out of favor, and she could never forget what her life was like. Although he was not the chief culprit, he was enabling it. ¡°It all comes down to the fact that you do not trust me.¡± He Ying sighed, looked at her, and said, ¡°I¡¯m helpless with you.¡± Sang Yan felt conflicted, lowered her eyes, and silently continued her meal. With unresolved issues on her mind, naturally, the food lost its flavor. After drinking a bowl of fish soup, her appetite was gone. She looked at him and murmured softly, ¡°Concubines of the Cold Palace, beautiful as flowers, fleeting as leaves.¡± He Ying was silent. Those words indeed sounded desolate and pathetic. ¡°Enough,¡± He asked, ¡°What do you suggest?¡± Sang Yan said, ¡°Why humiliate someone in the Cold Palace? Exiling her from the palace and granting her freedom would be much better. What I cannot have, maybe someone else can.¡± Hearing this, He Ying countered, ¡°I indulge your wishes. Can you indulge mine?¡± Sang Yan did not respond. They had reached an impasse again. He Ying also lost his appetite, put down his ivory chopsticks, and said, ¡°No one has ever left the Cold Palace alive. The best I can do is treat her kindly.¡± Sang Yan did not insist on freeing the woman, nodded, and said, ¡°Thank you.¡± He Ying gave a bitter smile, ¡°You see, you are soft-hearted towards everyone else, just not towards me.¡± Sang Yan looked up, their eyes meeting, and said sincerely, ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± Maybe she really was, as he said, taking advantage of his affection to be willful. ¡°The Emperor has been very kind to me, I know that.¡± These words seemed to be an overture. He Ying, feeling cheered, immediately brightened, ¡°That¡¯s good to know. Even the late emperor wasn¡¯t as good to me as you.¡± How could you say that with pride? Sang Yan nodded noncommittally and smiled, ¡°Indeed. I am honored.¡± He Ying picked up the chopsticks and offered her a slice of meat, encouraging her to eat more. Sang Yan symbolically ate a little and then took her leave. He Ying did not stop her. He had to go to Long Chan Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow and needed to process the petitions tonight. ¡°Dismiss everyone.¡± At his wave of a hand, little eunuchs entered one by one and cleared the table of food. Pei Muyang then brought him tea to rinse his mouth. Another eunuch brought water for him to wash his hands. After briefly washing up, He Ying sat down at his desk and picked up a petition. He quickly reviewed it and wrote down his comments. Suddenly, he remembered something. His pen halted, and he looked at Pei Muyang, his expression coldening, ¡°From now on, don¡¯t let those chaotic people come before her. I don¡¯t want to see her paying attention to anyone else.¡± Pei Muyang was completely baffled. Was it really necessary? The Emperor¡¯s possessiveness was strangely intense¡­ Somehow, he felt a bit of sympathy for Sang Yan. What was going on? * Sang Yan returned to her side hall. After washing up, she went to sleep. She had another dream at night. It was about her close friend Xuanrao. The surname Xuan was quite rare. Xuanrao always said her ancestors were nobles. During school, they were addicted to watching period dramas and enjoyed playing house together. Xuanrao loved to dream. Wrapped in a sheet, her fingers poised, she would play the role of an Imperial Concubine. Indeed, she was suited for the role of Imperial Concubine. Since childhood, she was known as a beauty. Her white skin, her haunting eyes, her slender and graceful body¡ªwhen she grew up a bit more, the boys liked to hover around her. But she forgot that beauty, without some intelligence, is a sin. In high school, with too many boys around her, she had no interest in studying. After the college entrance exam, she performed poorly, attended a vocational school, and then started dating a rich ¡°school tyrant.¡± But he was only playing around. Later, she became pregnant before marriage and, too scared to go to the hospital for an abortion, tried to induce miscarriage by jumping rope in a dilapidated rental. Eventually, she lost the baby, damaged her health, and impacted her studies. Her life, full of potential, was ruined. But she was indeed beautiful. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, it seemed that no matter what folly she committed, there was always a chance to correct it. She started dating again, this time not a rich young master, but a poor, motivated high-achiever. He truly cared for her, and right after graduating from university, he married her. For the first few years, she was genuinely happy. But the naive actions of her youth did not fade away; they were like a time bomb lurking in her life, which eventually exploded and shattered her life completely. At first, there were just arguments. Then, it escalated to cold war, infidelity, domestic violence. In the end, they destroyed each other. Sang Yan was back at the blood-filled crime scene. She desperately pressed on Xuanrao¡¯s wrist to stop the bleeding, screaming, ¡°Hold on! Xuanrao, you still have your child! You can¡¯t die!¡± But Xuanrao died. She lay quietly in her arms, lifeless, her face gaunt yet serene and beautiful. ¡°Xuanrao! Xuanrao, don¡¯t¡ª¡± She screamed and sat up, waking from the nightmare, her body soaked in cold sweat. Qiuzhi heard the noise, lit a lamp, and came over, rubbing her eyes, asking, ¡°Miss, why did you call out Consort Xuan¡¯s name?¡± ¡°What?¡± Sang Yan¡¯s eyes widened, ¡°Consort Xuan is also called Xuanrao?¡± Was it her close friend Xuanrao? If she was here, could Xuanrao possibly¡­ She dared not think further, threw off the blanket, and ran out of bed. In her haste, she even forgot to put on her shoes. ¡°Miss, where are you going?¡± Qiuzhi, carrying her shoes, caught up. ¡°To the Cold Palace!¡± She had to confirm something. She was too lonely in this world! Chapter 49 - Chapter 49: Chapter 049: Cold Palace Chapter 49: Chapter 049: Cold Palace The Cold Palace was desolate and dilapidated. As soon as Sang Yan entered, she saw a flock of crows flapping away, while several rats scurried about on the ground in disarray. Ah. One bite from those things, who knows what kind of virus it could spread! She froze in fear, gesturing to Qiuzhi to quickly scare them away with something. During the delay, the people inside heard the noise and ran out. There were many concubines in the Cold Palace. Their clothes were disheveled, their hair in a mess, their faces a mix of despair and madness. ¡°Ha ha, someone else has come.¡± ¡°Ouch, this sister is so beautiful, how could the Emperor bear to throw her down here?¡± ¡°I heard that tyrant has some strange disease, can¡¯t even touch women, ha ha, he can only look but can¡¯t eat, how much affection could there be?¡± ¡°One night as husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace, after a hundred days the bond is as deep as the sea, Emperor, don¡¯t you want your concubine anymore? Your concubine misses you so much.¡± ¡­ Someone pinched their fingers into a graceful pose and began to sing and dance. Then, a group of concubines circled around her. The scene, with its singing and dancing mixed with crying and laughing, was like some kind of ritual, strange and unsettling. ¡°Da He is finished.¡± ¡°The tyrant will have no offspring.¡± ¡°Ha ha ha, heaven has eyes, there is no resentment in the world. Enough, I will go too.¡± The woman laughed and went to bang her head against the wall. Fortunately, someone stopped her: ¡°Sister, you¡¯re leaving too early, the good times should be witnessed with your own eyes.¡± The woman was persuaded, covering her tears, sitting on the steps and weeping. Sang Yan watched with an unsettling feeling: Is this the fate of those in the Cold Palace? Driven mad by misery. ¡°Lord Sang¡ª¡± Yun Qiao called out in surprise at that moment. She was taking care of Consort Xuan and came out to check when she heard a noise, never expecting to see their lifesaving benefactor. ¡°Lord Sang, are you here to see my Lady? Please, come in¡ª¡± Yun Qiao warmly encouraged her to enter with a smile. In the side hall A basin of ice was unable to dissipate the heat. The stifling air was thick with the bitter scent of medicine, suffocating. Consort Xuan, once untouchable, lay on her bed weakly, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, coughing, ¡°Yun Qiao, who is it?¡± Her voice was hoarse and feeble. ¡°Lady, it¡¯s the kind-hearted Lord Sang.¡± Yun Qiao carried a cup of water and handed it over. Sang Yan followed, her nerves on edge, and slowly stood in front of Consort Xuan¡ª Consort Xuan looked a bit like a modern Uyghur beauty, with fair skin, big eyes, a high nose bridge, bold and beautiful features, especially alluring. And Xuanrao¡¯s family came from Xinjiang. Thus, the two bore an eight parts resemblance to each other. However, Consort Xuan must have had a hard time in the Cold Palace, and on top of that, she was severely ill; upon closer inspection, she looked rather gaunt and worn. Even her fair skin was dry and pale like paper. But these were enough to stir Sang Yan. Was this really just a coincidence? Sang Yan¡¯s hands shook with excitement, and she had to clench her fists to stay calm: She couldn¡¯t directly ask if she had time-traveled. So, how did time-travelers signal each other? ¡°Miss Sang?¡± Consort Xuan called out to Sang Yan and then began to cough again. Sang Yan, feeling pity, asked first, ¡°Are you¡­ alright? Should we call for the Imperial Physician to take a look?¡± Consort Xuan shook her head with a smile, ¡°It¡¯s nothing. The Imperial Physician said that my illness will take some time to heal. Oh, right, I haven¡¯t yet thanked you for summoning the Imperial Physician and saving my life.¡± As she spoke, she beckoned Yun Qiao to help her up, intending to get out of bed to express her gratitude. Sang Yan saw her intention and quickly stopped her, ¡°No need, no need, it was just a minor effort on my part.¡± She stepped forward and pressed her back onto the bed, ¡°Please lie down, if there is anything you need, you can tell me.¡± Consort Xuan did not express her own needs, but instead asked, ¡°Miss Sang, is there something you came here for?¡± Although she was ill and her head burned with confusion, she was still keenly astute. Seeing this, Sang Yan did not hide anything and truthfully said, ¡°I¡¯m here because I wish to ask a question.¡± She struggled to suppress her excitement, controlling her tone, now truly understanding what ancient poets meant when they wrote ¡°as home draws nearer, the more timid I feel, not daring to inquire of those I meet.¡± Little did she know that her behavior, seen as coy by Consort Xuan, led to a misunderstanding. ¡°I don¡¯t blame the Emperor for my current plight.¡± ¡°?¡± Sang Yan was about to ask her question but was caught off guard: What does this have to do with the Emperor? Consort Xuan continued, ¡°I¡¯ve heard a lot about you from Yun Qiao, cough, cough, that Princess Consort Li and the others were able to leave due to your plea to the Empress Dowager on their behalf. You show no jealousy towards us. You must have no interest in the harem. Cough, cough, cough, yet you still hold the Emperor¡¯s favor.¡± As she mentioned the Emperor, her eyes revealed a hint of sorrow, which then turned into a resigned smile, ¡°The Emperor is an extremely tyrannical and dominant person, loving intensely as if wishing life, and hating deeply as if wishing death, cough, cough, cough. You are both lucky and unlucky.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Sister, you¡¯re getting off-track. Can we not talk about men? Consort Xuan kept speaking, ¡°You cannot escape it. However, cough, cough, cough, why would you want to escape, anyway? The Emperor is also a man who may be worth a lifetime commitment. It¡¯s because I was not strong enough.¡± Sang Yan scratched her head, wanting to interject, but seeing her eager to share her heart¡¯s words, sighed, this Cold Palace is really not a place for people to stay. ¡°My predicament is not because the Emperor is heartless, cough, cough, cough, it¡¯s because I lacked the fortune. You don¡¯t need to look at us pitiable ones and wonder if you will face the same one day. The Emperor won¡¯t treat you that way.¡± ¡°¡­¡± You¡¯re so certain! Where do you see that the Emperor wouldn¡¯t treat me the same way? ¡°You must be very curious why I say this?¡± She seemed to have read her thoughts, playfully laughing, ¡°I just know. And I won¡¯t tell you.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Ah, I really am curious! She felt that Consort Xuan was playing a role, and when the act was over, she said, ¡°Actually, you¡¯ve misunderstood. My question isn¡¯t about the Emperor.¡± Consort Xuan was startled, ¡°It isn¡¯t? Then what is it about?¡± Seeing this, Sang Yan faintly felt that her hope was vanishing, but still asked persistently, ¡°Do you know¡­ what comes before the line ¡®the token observes the quadrant¡¯?¡± ¡°The token observes the quadrant?¡± Consort Xuan¡¯s puzzled look in her eyes left Sang Yan with a chill in her heart. She did not know. She was not her best friend, Xuanrao. This world simply lacked her companion. ¡°Is this some famous poem? I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯ve been in the Cold Palace for too long, no longer knowing what the outside world is like.¡± Consort Xuan¡¯s bitter smile and self-mockery shattered her illusions. Sang Yan stepped back in disappointment, her expression becoming dejected, ¡°Strange change does not, the token observes the quadrant.¡± Consort Xuan asked in confusion, ¡°What does that mean?¡± Sang Yan felt utterly disheartened, and without explaining, said, ¡°It¡¯s late at night. You should rest well. I must go back.¡± Consort Xuan heard this and did not stop her, letting Yun Qiao escort her out. Yun Qiao, having witnessed the whole process, was also puzzled, ¡°Lord Sang, you came here just to ask about a line of poetry?¡± Sang Yan looked up at the moonlight and murmured, ¡°I wanted to ask about other things too, but unfortunately¡ª¡± She was not her best friend, Xuanrao. No matter how many questions she had, she could no longer ask them. The three of them started walking out. Suddenly, a figure sprang out, dirty hands viciously clutching Sang Yan¡¯s throat, and a ferocious scream pierced the air, ¡°The Emperor is mine! You whore! Die! Die!¡± Chapter 50 - Chapter 50: Chapter 050: Instigate Chapter 50: Chapter 050: Instigate The opponent¡¯s strength was overwhelming. Their nails were also very sharp, piercing directly through the skin of her neck. Blood flowed. The intense pain, accompanied by a suffocating sensation, made her dizzy. ¡°Let go of Miss!¡± ¡°Someone come quick! There¡¯s been a murder!¡± Qiuzhi and Yun Qiao screamed, trying to pry the madwoman¡¯s hands off, but failed several times. Just as Sang Yan was about to be strangled to death, Yun Qiao found a stick and knocked the assailant unconscious. Freed from the constriction, Sang Yan collapsed to the ground, her pale neck marked with a ring of bruise from the fingers and deep blood stains, clearly having been choked severely. ¡°Cough, cough, cough¡ª¡± She coughed so hard that tears came out. The blood from her neck flowed even more. Qiuzhi cried in fear, ¡°Miss, Miss, are you okay? I¡¯ll go call the Imperial Physician!¡± Sang Yan was in a state of shock, trying to say something, but everything went dark, and she fainted. This body was too weak. It would faint at the slightest provocation! Sang Yan gave a self-deprecating smile and fell into a prolonged darkness. She couldn¡¯t wake up, but in her haze, she heard the Emperor¡¯s furious scolding, ¡°In my Qingning Palace, she was let out to face danger! What are you useless fools doing? Drag all of them out and execute them! Execute everyone in the Cold Palace as well!¡± ¡°Emperor, please spare us¡ª¡± A pitiful plea for mercy. Sang Yan wanted to wake up, to plead, ¡°No! Don¡¯t kill anyone! Don¡¯t kill because of me!¡± But she couldn¡¯t wake up. She broke out in a sweat in her urgency. ¡°Emperor, look at the Lady, she is distressed.¡± ¡°Miss, Miss, what¡¯s wrong with you? Please wake up!¡± It was Qiuzhi¡¯s voice, urgent and panicked. ¡°Sang Yan! Sang Yan!¡± It was He Ying¡¯s worried voice. ¡°Imperial Physician, what¡¯s the matter? Why can¡¯t she wake up?¡± ¡°Emperor, please be at ease. Lord Sang is just overly frightened which unsettled her soul. She has now taken the Soothing Soul Soup and after some rest, she will wake up.¡± ¡°And her neck wound?¡± ¡°They are merely superficial injuries and won¡¯t be bothersome.¡± The area around her grew quiet. A bitter medicinal taste seeped into her mouth. It tasted awful! She didn¡¯t want to drink it, clamping her mouth shut. ¡°Ah Yan, be good, take your medicine, you need it to get better.¡± Was the Emperor personally feeding her? Sang Yan slowly opened her mouth and drank it, thinking to wake up soon to save those people. She didn¡¯t want them to die unjustly because of her, didn¡¯t want to create more bloodshed. ¡°Ah Yan, why do you always make me worry?¡± The Emperor¡¯s tone was helpless yet gentle. But it inexplicably made her feel secure. Sang Yan then drifted off into a deep sleep. When she woke again, it was broad daylight. She opened her eyes and saw He Ying sitting by the bed, resting his head on his hand, taking a nap. Had he watched over her all night? A warm feeling filled Sang Yan¡¯s heart, touching her as she whispered softly, ¡°Emperor?¡± Her voice was very hoarse. It was an aftermath of being strangled. He Ying, a light sleeper, heard the noise and opened his eyes, smiling as he saw her awaken, ¡°Ah Yan, you¡¯re finally awake.¡± Sang Yan nodded, the movement causing pain in her neck, and she winced. He Ying quickly said, ¡°Don¡¯t move around.¡± Sang Yan remained motionless as her mind gradually cleared, recalling last night¡¯s massacre by the Emperor, she said, ¡°What happened to those people? Emperor, please don¡¯t kill them.¡± He Ying nodded, ¡°Yes, rest assured, I did not kill.¡± He was now relieved that he had listened to the Imperial Physician¡¯s advice about how Sang Yan¡¯s soul was unstable and that murderous aura would hinder the return of her soul. Otherwise, had Sang Yan known that he had killed people, she would have definitely been heartbroken. She was always tender-hearted. The tender-hearted Sang Yan said, ¡°Also, don¡¯t hurt them. I alone did this, and I alone should face the consequences.¡± He Ying disagreed, his voice turning cold, ¡°A death sentence can be pardoned, but living sins are inescapable. Do you know, you almost died at the hands of that madwoman.¡± Sang Yan was also frightened and resentful, having almost been wrongfully killed by that woman despite her innocence. But seeing their madness, she also pitied them. ¡°I wasn¡¯t harmed, right? They are quite pitiable too.¡± Being women, it was easy to empathize. If possible, Sang Yan very much wanted to release those pitiable women from the palace. But she knew this matter needed careful planning. The Emperor was still angry. ¡°A pitiable person must have a detestable side.¡± He Ying wrinkled his brow, not wanting to argue over this trivial matter, and changed the subject, ¡°What were you doing in the Cold Palace?¡± Unable to reveal the truth, Sang Yan lied, ¡°It was nothing much. I just couldn¡¯t sleep last night and thinking that Consort Xuan was ill, I whimsically decided to visit her.¡± It seemed He Ying could only accept this explanation, frowning as he said, ¡°Let this not happen again.¡± Sang Yan nonchalantly nodded, seeing that he was still in yesterday¡¯s clothes, she couldn¡¯t help but say, ¡°Have you not slept all night, Emperor? Please go rest.¡± ¡°Now you remember to care about me.¡± He Ying felt aggrieved, having watched over her all night, yet upon waking she only cared about the lives of others. Sang Yan gave a wry smile, ¡°Why are you acting like a child, Emperor?¡± Are men in love really this childish? The childish He Ying looked at her, his voice muffled, ¡°Ah Yan, I almost lost you.¡± His tone was inexplicably melancholic. With a hint of fear. Did he love her so much that it scared him? Sang Yan felt touched, her expression unconsciously tender as she smiled reassuringly at him, ¡°Emperor, I am all right, don¡¯t worry needlessly.¡± She knew nothing. He Ying looked at her, his gaze filled with extreme sadness, ¡°You really don¡¯t understand my feelings.¡± What Wan Zhang had said about not being of this world, deserving to remain a fragrant soul, seemed to be continually proven. Since her arrival in the palace, she had indeed fainted, fallen ill, and encountered danger many times. He had thought it was due to her frail health, but it seemed not to be the case. Sang Yan, seeing the sadness in He Ying¡¯s gaze, was shocked, ¡°Did I really hurt him that much? Or is the Emperor overly sensitive?¡± As she doubted life itself, a voice from outside, that of Sang Ruoshui, called out. ¡°Sister, sister¡ª¡± She cried out for her sister, rushing in, dramatically shedding tears, ¡°Sister, you scared me to death. What would I have done if something had happened to you?¡± Sang Yan numbly watched her performance of sisterly affection. ¡°My poor sister¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui cried for a while, then indignantly said, ¡°Emperor, you must do justice for my sister! Why did that woman go mad specifically when my sister was there, directly lunging to strangle her? There must have been a plot!¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± She instinctively felt¡ªwas Sang Ruoshui using this as an opportunity to eliminate rivals? Not wanting her to cause a bigger scene, Sang Yan sighed, ¡°Enough. There¡¯s no need for such conspiracy theories.¡± Her visit to the Cold Palace had been impulsive; how could anyone have calculated so cunningly, waiting there just for her? But Sang Ruoshui thought differently and retorted, ¡°Sister is too na?ve. In the Imperial Palace, who doesn¡¯t know how kind-hearted sister is? Otherwise, how could the Xuan Family have had someone plead before you? Since you helped her once, there is bound to be a second time, and visiting the Cold Palace would be inevitable. Hence, the mastermind waited there!¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± Impressive! That actually made sense. Had she underestimated Sang Ruoshui before? Such skill in stirring up discord! She looked towards the Emperor, who appeared deep in thought, revealing a look of disbelief, ¡°Emperor¡­ surely you don¡¯t think the same?¡± Could it be that Sang Ruoshui really succeeded in inciting him? Chapter 51 - Chapter 51: Chapter 051 Killing Sin Chapter 51: Chapter 051 Killing Sin He Ying had not originally thought this way, but Sang Ruoshui¡¯s words still stimulated his already sensitive nerves. It concerned Sang Yan, and he had been confused with worry. Upon learning that the madwoman had injured her, he ordered her execution without considering that beyond the coincidence, it could very likely have been a scheme. ¡°Go investigate.¡± His expression stern, he looked at Pei Muyang and issued an order, ¡°Have the Prison Department carry out the investigation. If they try to fob me off like last time, they can all quit their jobs.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang took his leave to carry out the order. Sang Yan was quite helpless about this: ¡°Emperor, it really isn¡¯t such a big deal.¡± He Ying was serious and earnest, ¡°When it concerns your safety, there are no small matters.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Such sweet nothings! She didn¡¯t know what to say for a moment. Sang Ruoshui suppressed the sourness in her heart and envied, ¡°Sister, the Emperor¡¯s heart for you is truly sincere. With the Emperor cherishing you so much, I am also at ease.¡± She was complimenting the Emperor at every turn. He Ying, feeling pleased, let her stay with Sang Yan longer, while he went to wash up. There was also the matter of the prayer ceremony at Long Chan Temple; they needed to set off soon. Sang Yan watched the Emperor leave and did not indulge in a show of sisterly affection with Sang Ruoshui. Instead, she looked to Qiuzhi and asked, ¡°After I fainted, how did the Emperor deal with those people?¡± Qiuzhi hesitated for a moment. Under Sang Yan¡¯s insistent gaze, she slowly said, ¡°Those guards were punished with eighty blows and removed from their posts.¡± Sang Yan¡¯s expression grew somber, ¡°In the end, I am the one who brought them misfortune.¡± Qiuzhi reassured, ¡°Miss, don¡¯t think that way. Those people did indeed neglect their duties. The Emperor is right, Miss left the Emperor¡¯s chamber, and they knew nothing about it, didn¡¯t follow or protect you, which was a dereliction of duty. Had something happened to you, their deaths would not suffice to atone for their sin.¡± ¡°And you have the nerve to say they were neglectful of their duties, while you, a personal maid, are even more so.¡± Sang Ruoshui, wanting to replace Qiuzhi with someone of her own, started stirring trouble again, ¡°You let the mistress go to such a secluded place, the Emperor should have killed you first!¡± After scolding harshly, she turned to Sang Yan with a sudden gentle smile, ¡°Sister, your maid is incompetent. I¡¯ll have Xiangxiu follow you instead.¡± Xiangxiu was her confidant. Following Sang Yan would be akin to being with the Emperor, and she would also be privy to the Emperor¡¯s preferences, among other things. Her mind was racing with calculations. Sang Yan was not foolish, naturally, she wouldn¡¯t keep someone else¡¯s spy around. Even though she knew Xiangxiu was good, she was ultimately someone else¡¯s confidant and couldn¡¯t be trusted. ¡°I appreciate your concern. However, Qiuzhi has been with me since childhood; she is not a dispensable maid in my heart.¡± She tactfully declined. Sang Ruoshui hadn¡¯t expected to succeed at once, and smilingly said, ¡°Sister, your heart is too soft.¡± The soft-hearted Sang Yan turned to Qiuzhi and inquired about the Cold Palace, ¡°What about the person who hurt me?¡± Qiuzhi shrank back, too frightened to speak. Sang Yan felt a chill in her heart, guessing, ¡°Did the Emperor kill her?¡± Qiuzhi nodded slowly and reluctantly. Sang Yan felt as if something was clutching her heart, a stifling discomfort, ¡°It was not necessarily a crime deserving death.¡± As a modern person, she truly could not bring herself to see life as worthless. Qiuzhi tried to console her, ¡°Miss is compassionate. But the madwoman did indeed injure the Miss, her sins are unforgivable.¡± The pain in her neck was fine and continuous, unending. Upon reflection, the fear of that night still lingered in her heart. Yet she had ultimately not been in mortal danger while the other person had died. ¡°Spend a bit more silver and ensure she has a decent burial.¡± The person was already dead, and guilt could do nothing for the deceased, so this was all she could do now. Qiuzhi agreed with an ¡°Okay¡± and took the silver to make arrangements. Sang Ruoshui, finding the event uninteresting, exchanged a few words and then took her leave. Leaving the side hall, she lifted her skirt, boarded her carriage, and huffed, ¡°She isn¡¯t even truly the master of this harem, yet she puts on a show of being kind and benevolent. She knows how to manage her reputation well. Could she also be aspiring to become the Empress? The Emperor is the only one who falls for her act. Utter hypocrisy!¡± Xiangxiu listened but did not join the conversation, thinking to herself: You see others as you are yourself. Miss Sang truly is a Bodhisattva-like person. Bodhisattva-like, Sang Yan rested in the side hall for an entire day. By dusk, she still wanted to go see the Cold Palace. Upon hearing this, Qiuzhi¡¯s complexion suddenly changed but quickly returned to normal as she laughed and tried to persuade, ¡°That Cold Palace is inauspicious. Miss, better not go. Otherwise, if the Emperor finds out, he will worry again.¡± Sang Yan knew her concerns and said, ¡°Then let¡¯s bring more guards.¡± Qiuzhi: ¡°¡­¡± Unable to stop her and seeing her walking out, Qiuzhi was frantic with sweat. You can¡¯t go to the Cold Palace! She heard that the Cold Palace was in the midst of an investigation and many had been killed. ¡°Miss¡ª¡± Qiuzhi sprinted a few steps, blocking Sang Yan¡¯s path, and smiled, ¡°Does Miss know where the Emperor has gone?¡± She hoped to sidetrack the conversation with the whereabouts of the Emperor. Sang Yan was indeed somewhat interested and asked, ¡°Where did he go?¡± Her steps did not halt even as she asked with a smile. Qiuzhi replied with a smile, ¡°The Emperor personally went to Long Chan Temple to pray for your blessing.¡± ¡°Really?¡± After a moment of stunned silence, Sang Yan sighed, ¡°It would be proper for him to create less karma on my behalf.¡± Qiuzhi did not care about karma and continued to persuade, ¡°The Emperor should be returning now. Maybe Miss could go to the palace gates to greet him? The Emperor would surely be pleased to see Miss.¡± Sang Yan felt a momentary urge but insisted, ¡°Let¡¯s go to the Cold Palace first. I fear that the people below are not handling things properly.¡± She knew too well that the people of the Imperial Palace were accustomed to pandering or downplaying others. The man was a criminal, dead; it would be hard to ensure that they wouldn¡¯t take bribes to slack off their duties. Unable to persuade her, Qiuzhi could only follow with a troubled frown. The entourage soon arrived at the Cold Palace. The Cold Palace. It seemed even chillier than the night before. Even though it was a sunny day with a high sun. The air was still thick with the scent of blood. Sang Yan¡¯s complexion paled, and after stepping off the carriage, she covered her nose and hurried inside. Inside there was cleaning in progress. Traces of blood still remained on the ground. Suddenly understanding, she cast a cold glance at Qiuzhi without saying anything, but it was enough to frighten Qiuzhi to her knees. ¡°Miss, please forgive me; I did not mean to hide it.¡± With tearful eyes, Qiuzhi explained, ¡°The Prison Department was carrying out the Emperor¡¯s orders, as you know.¡± At that moment, corpse after corpse wrapped in white cloth was carried out. Sang Yan¡¯s lips parted slightly, her body chilled to the bone, wobbling so much she nearly lost her footing¡ªwere more people dying because of her? The Prison Department! A notorious institution for cruelty depicted in film and television! How could she have forgotten their methods? How could the lowly discarded women of the Cold Palace possibly survive unscathed in their hands? ¡°Lord Sang, rest assured, this humble official has ascertained the truth¡ª¡± The Chief of the Prison Department, Wang Lishuo, stepped forward and bowed, his expression cold as he spoke of case developments, ¡°This person was a concubine of the late Emperor, demoted to the Cold Palace due to jealousy. Not long ago, Princess Consort Li made a mistake and was also sent here, having frequented visits with this person. Later, Princess Consort Li fortuitously left the Cold Palace, and upon learning that you had shown favor to the Xuan Family, she deduced you would come here in person and thus set this trap. Fortunately, the heavens protected you, and you escaped harm.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t care for this. She couldn¡¯t take in anything, simply asking with a distressed face, ¡°How many people did you kill to come to this conclusion? Huh? How many more do you want to kill?¡± Everything was too smooth. Sang Ruoshui stirred up trouble, and then it was discovered that Princess Consort Li was involved. Who else was plotting? Who stood to gain? This deep and dark Imperial Palace was truly¡­ a den of human malice and cunning ghosts! Chapter 52 - Chapter 52: Chapter 052: Praying for Blessings Chapter 52: Chapter 052: Praying for Blessings ¡°What does Lord Sang mean by this? Our Prison Department has never mishandled a case with wrongful accusations. The Emperor trusts our department, which is why he entrusted this case to us.¡± Wang Lishuo maintained an expression of integrity on his young indifferent face. Yet behind him, another corpse was being carried out. As it passed by Sang Yan, one hand of the corpse dangled down, dripping with fresh blood, and bones faintly visible. Sang Yan felt like she was going insane, ¡°You, you coerced confessions, you¡ª¡± She couldn¡¯t handle the shock, her vision darkened, and she fainted again. ¡°Miss!¡± ¡°Lord Sang!¡± The scene erupted into chaos. At the same time, Long Chan Temple in front of the main hall¡¯s Buddha statue. He Ying pressed his palms together, eyes closed, kneeling on the prayer mat. He had been kneeling for eight hours. During which he hadn¡¯t even had his midday meal. Pei Muyang, who was also kneeling beside him, was so hungry that his stomach rumbled. He couldn¡¯t help but quietly crawl up and go look for something to eat. Unexpectedly, he ran into Master Yixuan just as he was leaving, quickly pressing his palms together and bowing, ¡°Master Yixuan, the Emperor is still kneeling, won¡¯t you go and persuade him? He¡¯s been kneeling for about eight or ten hours now, even an iron body can¡¯t withstand that.¡± Master Yixuan was the abbot of Long Chan Temple, also personally appointed by the imperial family. He was nearly eighty but still had sharp eyes and a robust body, moving as swiftly as the wind. At that moment, he wore his Kasaya, holding a Buddha¡¯s staff in one hand and turning Buddha Beads in the other, chanting, ¡°Amitabha Buddha¡ª¡± Pei Muyang, who was apprehensive about interacting with monks, gave a wry smile and followed suit, ¡°Amitabha Buddha, I hope you can offer some advice.¡± Master Yixuan: ¡°¡­¡± He said nothing and walked into the main hall. Within the main hall He Ying was still kneeling. Seeing him approach, he turned and gave a respectful bow, ¡°Master is compassionate.¡± He had never kneeled to anyone since his birth. Four years ago, after he had recaptured Min State and was passing through Long Chan Temple on his way back to the Imperial City, he entered the temple on a whim, carrying the aura of someone who would kill even Buddha if encountered. Master Yixuan had mentioned that he had amassed too much blood guilt and should seek forgiveness from the heavens. But he took no heed and never knelt. Now, for a woman, he had been kneeling for almost ten hours. ¡°Life is like the morning dew, all phenomena are like floating clouds.¡± Master Yixuan seemed to be either lamenting or advising, ¡°Your Majesty, those who are tough in fate and thin in fortune, must not be overly demanded.¡± He Ying listened and asked earnestly, ¡°I am the Emperor, blessed with luck, how about sharing half of it with her?¡± Master Yixuan paused, his expression solemn. After a long silence, he murmured two words: ¡°Foolish child!¡± * Qingning Palace, side hall When Sang Yan woke up again, it was already dark. Seeing Qiuzhi rushing toward her with a tear-stained face, she spoke first, ¡°Has the Emperor returned?¡± Qiuzhi shook her head, crying, ¡°If the Emperor had returned while you were still unconscious, I definitely would have been punished severely.¡± Sang Yan fully believed that the Emperor was capable of such actions, hence she suggested, ¡°If you are afraid, you should go back to the mansion.¡± She feared that she couldn¡¯t protect her, either. ¡°Don¡¯t.¡± Qiuzhi knelt by the bed, shaking her head, ¡°Miss, please don¡¯t send me away. Even if I die, I want to be with you.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to hear about death anymore, she waved her hand to have Qiuzhi stand up. Then, recalling the matter of the Cold Palace, she asked gloomily, ¡°How many are still alive in the Cold Palace?¡± Qiuzhi didn¡¯t answer, just wiping her tears, sobbing, ¡°Miss, you just woke up, let¡¯s not think about these things. I don¡¯t care about them, I just want you to be well.¡± She was likely changing the subject with this. Sang Yan guessed that probably none from the Cold Palace had survived, feeling immensely anguished, and tears fell, ¡°Is Consort Xuan still alive?¡± She truly wanted to save Noble Consort Xuan. If she too were to die because of her¡­ Thinking of that beautiful woman, she couldn¡¯t help but remember the expelled Observatory. What had Wan Zhang seen in her face? Reincarnating through another¡¯s body, she must be an ominous person, right? That¡¯s why everyone close to her met unfortunate ends! ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know anything. I really don¡¯t.¡± Where would Qiuzhi dare to inquire about the affairs of the Cold Palace? Her own life was hardly secure. Seeing her say this, Sang Yan didn¡¯t make it difficult for her, ¡°Since you don¡¯t know, then go and find out. Forget it, I see that I can¡¯t make use of you.¡± She called for the little eunuch who had previously gone to request the Imperial Physician for Noble Consort Xuan. The little eunuch was named Fang Legui, also known as Little Guizi. Little Guizi, fifteen or sixteen years old, had a round face and round eyes, and when he smiled, two little canine teeth showed, making him look joyous and cute. He was also astute, having already inquired beforehand, and smilingly said, ¡°Master, rest assured, Lady Xuan is still ill and hasn¡¯t been tortured, she¡¯s fine. Just frightened. If you are worried, shall I call another Imperial Physician to take a look?¡± Sang Yan finally heard some good news, a smile returned to her face, and she nodded, ¡°Good. Go ahead. From today, you will serve before me.¡± This was a coveted opportunity many were vying for. Little Guizi excitedly kowtowed repeatedly, ¡°Yes. Thank you, Master. I will definitely serve well.¡± Some rejoiced while others were worried. Qiuzhi watched this scene, feeling a bitterness inside, and though she dared not say anything, her tears fell even stronger. Sang Yan caught sight of it and felt somewhat softhearted, giving her a warning, ¡°Do not think about hiding anything from me in the future. There are no secrets in the Imperial Palace. If you don¡¯t tell me what I want to know, others will.¡± Qiuzhi nodded while crying, feeling aggrieved, ¡°I worry about Miss¡¯s health. Ever since you came to the Imperial Palace, it¡¯s either sickness or fainting, truly frightening.¡± Sang Yan knew she genuinely cared about her, and self-mockingly smiled, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t die just yet.¡± She was weary and powerlessly leaned on the pillow, closing her eyes. Qiuzhi saw this, didn¡¯t disturb her peace, and went out to arrange meals. Sang Yan had little appetite, simply drank a bowl of porridge, then had it taken away. The night was silent. Her sleep being prolonged earlier, she now found herself unable to sleep and had someone keep watch on the main hall. Until the hour of Chou, around two or three in the morning, she woke up hazily and only then learned of the Emperor¡¯s return. It was too late. She didn¡¯t call for him. But he came on his own. He must have just bathed, wearing a black silk robe, his hair still wet and long, flowing down his back, under the light of the lamp, his handsome face cold white like jade. ¡°Why haven¡¯t you slept yet?¡± ¡°Are you feeling unwell? I heard you fainted again at dusk. Did you call for the Imperial Physician?¡± His eyes full of concern, his sincerity visible. Indeed, he was very kind to her, very gentle, even showing favoritism towards her compared to others. But this favoritism brought her too many tears and blood. ¡°My illness is of the heart, medicine and stone are of no use.¡± She lowered her voice, putting on an indifferent expression, ¡°If your Majesty truly cares about me, let me leave the palace.¡± To this day, only leaving the palace could distance her from the Imperial Palace¡¯s schemes and the bloody cruelty. She was really too tired. He Ying, not knowing the full story, thought she wanted to leave him again, his expression turning very unpleasant. He wanted to question her, ¡°What did I do wrong that you want to leave me again!¡± But seeing her frail, haggard appearance, he suppressed his feelings. His face unhappy, his chest heaving, the pent-up fire burning his insides, ready to explode at any moment. Pei Muyang saw this and hastened to ease the atmosphere, ¡°Master, please don¡¯t say such things. His Majesty went to Long Chan Temple early in the morning to pray for your blessing, kneeling for seven two-hour periods. When he got up, he could barely walk. He had just bathed and I saw clearly, his knees were swollen and unbearable to look at. At the very least, knowing the heart the Emperor has for you, don¡¯t strike at it with a dagger!¡± As if responding to Pei Muyang¡¯s words, He Ying even lifted his robe, revealing his knees full of bruises. Due to his fair skin, the bruises appeared even more ferocious and horrifying. Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± This was self-inflicted injury! Definitely self-inflicted injury! Chapter 53 - Chapter 53: Chapter 053: Miscarriage of Justice Chapter 53: Chapter 053: Miscarriage of Justice ¡°Why would the Emperor go through such trouble?¡± Sang Yan wasn¡¯t fooled, her voice cold with mockery, ¡°On one hand, you slaughter, on the other, you pray for blessings. Even the Buddha would hide away upon seeing you.¡± He Ying was still unaware of the Cold Palace incident and frowned, ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± With a sarcastic smile, Sang Yan replied, ¡°Could your Prison Department ever do anything commendable? Would you really not know?¡± The entire Cold Palace, twenty-three lives! All dead! The Prison Department wasn¡¯t investigating, it was clearly eradicating to the root! Upon hearing about the Prison Department, He Ying understood everything. With a cold expression, he ordered someone to summon Wang Lishuo. Wang Lishuo was still in the Imperial Palace organizing case records and hadn¡¯t left. When he heard the summons, he hurried over. It took less than the time to finish a cup of tea. He kneeled down to pay his respects, presenting the case files, ¡°The matter involves Princess Consort Li, and I¡¯ve not yet interrogated her; everything is awaiting the Emperor¡¯s command.¡± He Ying took the case files, quickly glanced over them, and with a sullen face, issued the command, ¡°Summon Princess Consort Li!¡± He would handle this matter here in the side hall, where Sang Yan was. Sang Yan watched quietly up to this point and couldn¡¯t help but speak out, ¡°Do you also believe that Princess Consort Li is responsible?¡± He Ying didn¡¯t answer directly but countered, ¡°Who else could it be if not her?¡± Indeed! Who else could it be but Princess Consort Li? Everyone in the Imperial Palace knew they had grievances. And Princess Consort Li had once stayed in the Cold Palace. But could the truth really be so simple? Could someone be taking advantage of the chaos? ¡°Do you think it¡¯s not her?¡± He Ying asked for her opinion. Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°I don¡¯t know. It just feels wrong to me, but I can¡¯t pinpoint what exactly is amiss.¡± She was like a laid-back fish in the palace, always kind to others; who else would want to harm her? She was confused yet clear about what she needed to do. ¡°Whoever it is, Emperor, I don¡¯t want anyone else to die.¡± Because of the Cold Palace incident, truly too many had died or been harmed. He Ying knew of her kindness but insisted, ¡°I can only promise you this ¨C the mastermind shall be shown no mercy, but for the accomplices, I shall show some leniency.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Did this still mean that Princess Consort Li had to die? Princess Consort Li was dragged out of her bed by the guards. She was sleeping soundly, oblivious to the impending disaster. Now dragged over, her clothing in disarray, she wasn¡¯t even wearing shoes. ¡°How dare you? Let go of me! I am Princess Consort Li! How dare you treat me like this!¡± Qu Xueli screamed as she was thrown to the ground. Her hair was in even greater disarray, and when she looked up to see the Emperor and the officials from the Prison Department, she realized she was in trouble, her face a picture of panic and confusion, ¡°Emperor, what has your concubine done wrong?¡± Her hands clutched at her undergarment at her chest, her feet still exposed, in a very pitiful state. Sang Yan, seeing this, had Qiuzhi bring over a cloak for her. Qu Xueli initially didn¡¯t want to accept it, but with men present and a woman¡¯s modesty at stake, she had no choice but to thank them and took it to cover herself. He Ying didn¡¯t dwell on this small matter, and directly threw the case files in front of her, ¡°Take a look for yourself!¡± After reading, Qu Xueli immediately shouted, ¡°Emperor, I am wronged! I am wronged!¡± ¡°The evidence is irrefutable, and you still dare to cry innocence!¡± He Ying didn¡¯t believe her, his voice cold, ¡°Ms. Qu, you¡¯re in luck. I¡¯ve just promised her not to implicate the innocent, so I¡¯ll give you a chance. As long as you admit to your crimes, I won¡¯t go after your maternal family!¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t me! It really wasn¡¯t me! Emperor, please see clearly!¡± Qu Xueli was frantic and fearful, tears reddening her eyes; she began to speak recklessly, blurting out everything, ¡°I certainly envied Sang Yan, but I never thought of harming her. Truly. Believe me. That time you took her through the Imperial Garden, I even went to complain to the Empress Dowager. She said that your not loathing Mrs. Sang is a good thing for us concubines. As long as you¡¯re attracted to her, and have had your fill, our good days would arrive. I had an epiphany then. I¡¯m still waiting for your favor to be shared, to bear the heir for you, how could I possibly harm her?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± So this is what the Empress Dowager was thinking? I really had too high an opinion of her! And¡ªshould these words even be spoken? If what Qu Xueli said is true, it seems there indeed is no motive for murder. Then, besides her, who would want to harm her? ¡°Filthy language spewing from your mouth!¡± He Ying roared furiously, standing up with an ashen face, brimming with murderous intent, ¡°Do you think by saying this, I would believe you? Ms. Qu, since you persist in being stubborn, then don¡¯t blame me for being ruthless. Guards¡ª¡± Sang Yan quickly spoke up to stop him: ¡°Does the Emperor intend to force a confession like the Prison Department?¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± His expression halted, he sat back down, holding his forehead and said, ¡°I let anger cloud my judgement! Listen to what she¡¯s saying? Shameless!¡± Is she thoroughly satisfied now? Although Sang Yan had thought this way about him, when others thought this about him, it was a sin! Such is the double standard! Sang Yan didn¡¯t think there was anything in those words to be angry about, and if anyone should be angry, it should be her. She has been treated as his appetizer! Who knows how they¡¯ve been mocking her behind her back? Although internally unsettled, she still separated the issues at hand. Sang Yan was still rational and turned toward Princess Consort Li to say, ¡°If you have not harmed me, would you dare to swear an oath?¡± The ancients were very superstitious, not swearing oaths lightly. And she indeed saw people who had sworn curses that led to misfortune in her childhood. A neighbor once lost five hundred pieces of silver, and the matron who visited claimed she hadn¡¯t taken it but swore a curse that if she had, she would fall down the stairs and break her leg, or go upstairs and knock out her teeth. Indeed, within three days, she fell down the stairs and broke her leg; when she was carried to the hospital for a checkup and had to go upstairs, she was dropped and knocked out two teeth. In short, even modern people shouldn¡¯t swear oaths lightly. ¡°I dare!¡± Qu Xueli raised her hand and swore an oath, ¡°I, Qu Xueli, hereby swear, if I have done anything to harm you, Sang Yan, may I die a terrible death!¡± ¡°How exactly would you die a terrible death?¡± Sang Yan wasn¡¯t satisfied with this vague oath and taught her to be more specific, ¡°You should describe the method of death in detail. The more specific the oath, the clearer the heavens will hear it. Oh, right, you should also state your full birth details, so the heavens can find you precisely.¡± She believed saying this would discourage anyone from swearing an oath. Qu Xueli did indeed look frightened, but still slowly raised her hand, stated her birth details, and even swore a dreadful curse involving ¡°beauty turning to white hair, lifelong illnesses, and a lifetime of poverty.¡± This time, Sang Yan said nothing more. Seeing Sang Yan silent, Qu Xueli, thinking she wasn¡¯t believed, became frightened and distressed, tears forming as she cried out, ¡°I really didn¡¯t do it. Sang Yan, believe me, I truly didn¡¯t! It wasn¡¯t me!¡± Sang Yan believed her. She had actually felt it wasn¡¯t her from the beginning. ¡°Emperor, let¡¯s investigate anew.¡± ¡°¡­You believe her just like that?¡± He Ying frowned, feeling the turn of events was somewhat farcical¡ªwas she going soft in the heart, wanting to save Princess Consort Li? Sang Yan was indeed not going soft; she just subconsciously felt Princess Consort Li was innocent. And she wanted to trust her intuition. However, intuition alone surely couldn¡¯t justify releasing someone. She thought for a moment and had an idea: ¡°I¡¯ve heard the Emperor went to the temple to pray for my well-being. Since you¡¯ve prayed for my well-being, you must believe in the divine. So why now, when Princess Consort Li swears an oath, you do not believe? Emperor, sincerity moves the heavens.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± Found himself at a loss for words. ¡°Emperor, Lord Sang¡ª¡± Wang Lishuo, who had been observing the trial, saw that the Emperor seemed persuaded and hurriedly spoke up, ¡°We must not determine her innocence simply because of Princess Consort Li¡¯s oath. Otherwise, in the future, anyone who commits a crime could merely swear an oath¡ªwhere would the law stand then?¡± His words made sense. Sang Yan also agreed and nodded, ¡°Lord Wang is right, indeed we can¡¯t ignore the law because of a single oath. But what is the point of law if it is upheld through forced confessions?¡± Thinking of the more than twenty lives lost at his hands, she doubted his integrity, and her tone became sharp, ¡°May I ask what wisdom Lord Wang has to offer? How do you propose we deal with Princess Consort Li?¡± Chapter 54 - Chapter 54: Chapter 054 Greed Chapter 54: Chapter 054 Greed Wang Lishuo naturally did not dare to speak before the Emperor about how to deal with Princess Consort Li. He could only look towards the Emperor, clenching his fists and respectfully bowing, ¡°I implore the Emperor to uphold justice fairly!¡± He Ying frowned, remaining silent, evidently contemplating how to deal with the situation. Sang Yan did not wish to see any more deaths or injuries and said, ¡°Although there are confessions, there is no eyewitness testimony, and judgment should not be made lightly. Further investigation is needed.¡± In reality, matters within the Imperial Palace often ended up as muddy waters. Take the previous assassination attempt, for instance, nobody has found out the truth to this day. He Ying was still pondering. Just then, Little Guizi came in to announce, ¡°Emperor, Lady Xuan has arrived.¡± Xuanrao? Hadn¡¯t she been sent to the Cold Palace? Or was she some other ¡®Lady¡¯? He Ying¡¯s brows tightened, his expression displeased, ¡°What is she doing here?¡± Sang Yan immediately thought of the reason for Consort Xuan¡¯s arrival¡ªshe was the only survivor from the Cold Palace and surely knew something. ¡°Please let her in.¡± She issued the command before the Emperor did. Little Guizi, surprisingly compliant with her order, immediately went to summon her. Witnessing this, He Ying smiled wryly but said nothing. It was good, his boldness had grown. ¡°This concubine¡­ cough cough cough¡­ pays respects to the Emperor.¡± Consort Xuan was supported by Yun Qiao as she entered. Her face was ashen, weak, and she kept coughing incessantly. He Ying watched with impatience and directly asked, ¡°What brings you here?¡± Consort Xuan said, ¡°This concubine comes on behalf of Princess Consort Li, cough cough cough, to testify that she had no connections with those who harmed Miss Sang.¡± The day after Princess Consort Li and the others were imprisoned in the Cold Palace, the Empress Dowager, for the Emperor¡¯s face, did not release them immediately but let them suffer for several days before setting them free. It was during those days that Princess Consort Li¡¯s interactions with those people were well within her right to speak on. Understanding the intricacies involved, He Ying asked, ¡°How do you know she didn¡¯t associate with them?¡± Consort Xuan replied, ¡°Princess Consort Li is proud, and upon entering the Cold Palace, did not¡­ cough cough cough¡­ initiate a conversation with them. Those people, cough cough cough, bullied Princess Consort Li numerous times, and she hid in this concubine¡¯s quarters. This concubine can testify that she is not acquainted with those people, cough cough cough, nor would she conspire with them for murder.¡± He Ying listened quietly, his eyes growing somber, then inquired, ¡°According to you, you are owed a favor by Princess Consort Li, but after she was released from the Cold Palace, she did not take good care of you. Even as you fell seriously ill, she offered no help. Why then do you speak in her defense?¡± ¡°You misunderstand, Emperor.¡± Consort Xuan, struggling to stand straight with a terribly pale face, continued, ¡°This concubine, cough cough cough, is not speaking for Princess Consort Li, but for Miss Sang, cough cough cough, on her behalf. As you said, Miss Sang has shown kindness to this concubine, cough cough cough, and because of this kindness, this concubine cannot bear to see¡­ cough cough cough¡­ the true murderer escape justice. Otherwise, Miss Sang will remain in danger.¡± He Ying, hearing this, believed a great deal of her words. However, recalling the court files presented by Wang Lishuo, he said, ¡°This is not what you said in the court documents.¡± In the court records, Consort Xuan¡¯s testimony read: ¡°Long ill and unconscious, knowing nothing.¡± She had effectively changed her testimony. ¡°The Emperor is astute, this concubine, cough cough cough¡ª¡± She couldn¡¯t stop coughing. Seeing she was almost out of breath, He Ying quickly had someone offer her a cup of tea. Consort Xuan thanked him, took the cup but did not drink, and continued, ¡°The Prison Department enforces torture, cough cough cough, and this concubine was frightened, daring not to say more.¡± He Ying, suspecting this motive, did not inquire further and waved his hand, ¡°I understand. You may leave to rest.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Consort Xuan was helped out by Yun Qiao. After she left, the situation took a turn. Knowing full well that nothing substantial would be uncovered easily, He Ying made his decree, ¡°Princess Consort Li has been improper in conduct and ruled by envy, she will be demoted to Li Pin, confined for three months for self-reflection.¡± Qu Xueli: ¡°¡­¡± She was truly just sleeping in her bed when calamity struck from above. Enduring a silent bitterness. Yet she had to express gratitude, ¡°I thank the Emperor for his leniency.¡± Seeing this outcome, Sang Yan had no more to say. Wang Lishuo seemed to want to add something but, catching a glimpse of the Emperor¡¯s expression, altered his words instead, ¡°The Emperor is wise.¡± As a subject, one must also skim over things. The ¡°farce¡± was dispersed. Those with power remained well and safe. The commoners sacrificed twenty-three lives. After they had left, Sang Yan too sought her leave, ¡°Emperor, do you not feel that ever since I entered the palace, it has been restless? Perhaps, it is truly my fate¡ª¡± ¡°Your fate has no issue. Even if you have a strong destiny, I am the Emperor and can suppress it.¡± He Ying saw her deeply troubled face and softened his tone, ¡°I visited the Long Chan Temple today to pray for you. Master Yixuan said the same. I can suppress it.¡± Sang Yan countered, ¡°The Emperor can suppress my fate, but can you suppress the restless hearts arising because of me?¡± ¡°Of course I can.¡± He Ying was confident, even ruthless, ¡°If not, then I will simply eliminate them all.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Damn. There was no reasoning with him. She decided to try another approach, ¡°Emperor, is a one-night stand really that bad?¡± He Ying shook his head, ¡°No good. I don¡¯t want fleeting moments, I want forever.¡± Sang Yan couldn¡¯t help but snicker, ¡°The Emperor really is greedy.¡± He Ying sighed, ¡°If possible, I wish I could share some of this greed with you.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She didn¡¯t want to be greedy. She just wanted to be lazy, lie flat, and let everything go. Unfortunately, that was just wishful thinking. ¡°The Emperor, greed does not have a good end.¡± ¡°Whether I have a good end is all up to you.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Sang Yan couldn¡¯t outtalk him, annoyed to death, she waved her hand and said, ¡°Please go back, Your Majesty. I want to sleep.¡± After a tiring day, He Ying was also weary. He called for Qiuzhi to come in to take good care of her, only then did he leave. ¡°The Emperor¡¯s leg¡ª¡± Qiuzhi watched the Emperor leave, unable to help but mutter, ¡°It seems he really must have kneeled for a long time, his walk is very stiff. It looks quite painful. I don¡¯t know if he has applied any medicine to relieve pain and disperse bruising. I haven¡¯t heard anything about the imperial physician either.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­you better stop talking.¡± Listening made her feel uncomfortable. Those few words from Qiuzhi made her feel like¡­ she was indeed not good to him. He went to Long Chan Temple to pray for her, knelt for such hours, and after returning to the palace, he still thought of her health and came to see her, yet she blamed him for other things. Like an ingrate. Always acting arrogantly in her own nest. Sigh. She was really vexed. She didn¡¯t sleep well all night. The next day She naturally got up late. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Sang Ruoshui sitting on the chair across from her, staring straight at her. Spooky. How long had she been watching her? Why was she looking at her like this? Sang Yan sat up, frowning and asked, ¡°Why are you here? Is there something wrong?¡± She inexplicably disliked Sang Ruoshui more and more. But due to the original owner¡¯s relationship with her, she still had to deal with her. ¡°What kind of words are those from Sister? Can¡¯t I come see you if there¡¯s nothing wrong?¡± Although Sang Ruoshui said so, she went straight to the point, ¡°I heard sister pleaded for Li Pin, no, she is now Lady Li. Why did you save her? Father has been suppressed by Qu Zhi for so many years, and now that he¡¯s seeing light, how could you¡­¡± She had hoped that Qu Xueli¡¯s trouble would implicate Mr. Qu, to give their father a chance to rise. But everything was ruined by Sang Yan. It really infuriated her! ¡°Sister really is benevolent and magnanimous, truly selfless.¡± Suppressing her dissatisfaction, her tone turned sardonic and sarcastic, ¡°It¡¯s just too bad for our father, to be oppressed under Qu Zhi¡¯s thumb again.¡± Sang Yan felt that Sang Ruoshui had come to accuse her. She didn¡¯t indulge her, directly saying, ¡°Li Pin did not want to kill me. She is not the mastermind behind the scenes.¡± Hearing this, Sang Ruoshui almost laughed out of anger, ¡°Sister really thinks I¡¯m trying to catch the mastermind? I wanted father to take the opportunity to climb up. Why doesn¡¯t sister understand my good intentions? Didn¡¯t the Emperor drop the matter, don¡¯t you understand?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Understand what? She was confused, ¡°What do you mean?¡± The Emperor knew Lady Li was innocent, yet he also thought of using the opportunity to pave the way for their father to rise in rank? Sang Ruoshui was still angry and didn¡¯t feel like answering her. She just said, ¡°Sister has always been smart, think about it yourself.¡± Then, standing up, she prepared to leave¡ª Outside the chamber Pei Muyang entered, holding a snow-white cat. The cat had a pair of beautiful water-blue eyes, looking around cutely, very spirited. ¡°Meow meow¡ª¡± It meowed twice, then suddenly leapt from Pei Muyang¡¯s arms, heading straight for Sang Yan. Sang Yan was a little afraid of cats. First, for fear of being scratched or bitten; Second, for fear¡ªwild animals can transmit germs! ¡°Catch it!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t let it come over!¡± She screamed, scurrying to hide on the bed. Thankfully, it was caught midway by Sang Ruoshui. Sang Ruoshui liked the cat and immediately said, ¡°Sister, it seems you are afraid of cats, why don¡¯t you give it to me then?¡± ¡°Not at all! Not at all! The master cannot be gifted away!¡± Pei Muyang hastily refused, explaining, ¡°This cat was brought by the Emperor from Long Chan Temple. It¡¯s said that the cat has been bathed in the Buddha¡¯s teachings all year round, surrounded by auspicious aura, capable of exorcising evil spirits and bringing good fortune.¡± ¡°So the cat is that precious.¡± Sang Ruoshui felt sour inside and laughed mockingly, ¡°I dare not take the good things the Emperor rewards sister with.¡± After saying that, she directly tossed the cat onto Sang Yan. Chapter 55 - Chapter 55: Chapter 055: Heartache Chapter 55: Chapter 055: Heartache The cat pounced straight at her. Sang Yan was so startled that she froze. Pei Muyang saw this and quickly said, ¡°Lord Sang, don¡¯t be afraid. This cat is very understanding of humans and doesn¡¯t hurt people.¡± Indeed, the cat did not hurt anyone. It pounced on Sang Yan. Sang Yan wanted to push it away, but it was indeed very human-like, sticking out its little red tongue to lick her palm, then rubbing its soft head against her chin and neck. Fine then. True charm may be late, but it never fails to show up. When the cat extended its two front paws, meekly gesturing a bow, Sang Yan truly fell for it. ¡°Has it been named yet?¡± She looked toward Pei Muyang. ¡°Not yet. The Emperor is waiting for Lord Sang to name it.¡± Pei Muyang answered with a smile. Sang Yan then began to think, ¡°Hmm¡­ Let¡¯s call it Snowball.¡± Pei Muyang smiled in response, ¡°This servant will go tell the Emperor right away.¡± ¡°Wait¡ª¡± Sang Yan remembered the Emperor¡¯s knee and asked, ¡°Is the Emperor¡¯s knee any better?¡± Upon hearing this, Pei Muyang¡¯s eyes quickly darted around, and he got an idea. He put on a disconsolate expression and sighed, ¡°Alas, it¡¯s not. He still refuses to apply medicine. He says it¡¯s about sincerity bringing the spirit to life. It got worse this morning; he couldn¡¯t even get out of bed.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She knew Pei Muyang was exaggerating, but she was still worried, ¡°How could he not apply medicine? Does he really have a masochistic streak?¡± ¡°Certainly not.¡± Pei Muyang agreed, then quickly chastised himself, ¡°Oh dear, this servant¡¯s mouth¡­ Please forgive me, my lord. It¡¯s not for this servant to judge the Emperor. It¡¯s just that the Emperor truly won¡¯t listen to this servant¡¯s advice. I¡¯m hoping Lord Sang could go and persuade him.¡± He spoke in favor of He Ying. Both master and servant knew how to play the victim. Sang Yan was well aware of this, and said indifferently, ¡°I understand.¡± And with a wave of her hand, she dismissed him. As for whether she¡¯d go to persuade the Emperor or not? She¡¯d wash up first. Pei Muyang led the others back to the main hall of Qingning Palace. Inside, He Ying was sitting at his desk, copying Buddhist Scriptures. The scriptures were piled high. His hand ached from writing, and when he saw Pei Muyang return out of the corner of his eye, he said, ¡°I always feel Master Yixuan is playing tricks on me. Humph! If it doesn¡¯t work, let¡¯s see how I deal with¡ª¡± He was copying Buddhist Scriptures, yet saying such things. Pei Muyang hurriedly advised, ¡°Emperor, it¡¯s all about sincerity.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± He instantly simmered down. He sighed and changed the subject, ¡°Was the cat sent over? Did she like it?¡± Pei Muyang, wanting to cheer him up, naturally picked the pleasant things to say, ¡°She liked it. She was a bit afraid of the cat at first, but once she heard it was from the Emperor, she wouldn¡¯t let go. She even named it Snowball.¡± ¡°Snowball?¡± He Ying, thinking of the cat with snow-like fur, smiled, ¡°That is indeed fitting.¡± Pei Muyang added, ¡°Lord Sang also asked about your knee. This servant took the liberty of saying you hadn¡¯t applied any medicine. I¡¯m not sure if she will come over later?¡± Upon hearing this, He Ying was convinced that Sang Yan would come and immediately stood up, ¡°Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and bring some water!¡± He had to wash off the ointment! While washing the ointment off, he realized that his knee had actually healed quite a bit. Pei Muyang felt awkward, ¡°This¡­ the Imperial Physician¡¯s ointment is truly¡­¡± Too effective is also not good! He Ying became displeased, ¡°I shouldn¡¯t have listened to you last night.¡± Pei Muyang immediately slapped his own mouth, ¡°It was this servant¡¯s fault for being talkative.¡± ¡°Now what do we do?¡± ¡°¡­Perhaps Lord Sang won¡¯t come.¡± While they were speaking, a eunuch conveyed a message, ¡°Emperor, Lord Sang is here.¡± He Ying hurriedly put down his clothes and sat down by the desk. ¡°Pass it along.¡± No need to pass it, for Sang Yan had already come in. She made a beeline for him, squatting next to the desk, and cut straight to the point, ¡°I heard the Emperor hasn¡¯t applied medicine to his knee?¡± A twitch appeared at the corner of He Ying¡¯s mouth as he feigned anger, ¡°Who said that? I¡¯ve already applied the medicine. And I¡¯m much better.¡± Indeed, he was much better; there was no need to show her. After all, it was enough that she came to express concern. Sang Yan, however, thought he was lying and insisted on seeing for herself: ¡°Let me see how much better you are.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need to see.¡± He Ying felt inexplicably guilty as Sang Yan¡¯s stare unsettled him, and he scrambled for an excuse: ¡°Men and women should not touch each other.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Such a ridiculous reason. ¡°So the Emperor is aware of this too?¡± She curled her lip, and on the spot, she said sarcastically, ¡°So, as a widow with a husband-killing fate, it¡¯s even less appropriate for the Emperor to be so entangled with me, isn¡¯t it?¡± He Ying was at a loss for words. Sang Yan was growing impatient: ¡°Emperor, I¡¯ll take one look and then leave.¡± He Ying sighed, ¡°I¡¯m really quite well. The Imperial Physician¡¯s medicine is very effective.¡± Effective enough that he felt like killing someone. In curing his odd ailments, there hadn¡¯t been any progress in more than a decade, but his knee was responding quite quickly. Sang Yan urged, ¡°Hurry up. I want to see how effective it is.¡± Left with no choice, He Ying could only lift his robe. His knees were still bruised and purplish, but the swelling and bruising had indeed faded. Compared to when she first saw them the previous night, he was indeed much better. Sang Yan was relieved, ¡°It¡¯s good that the Emperor is fine.¡± He Ying¡¯s heart was sweet, his lips curved in a smile, ¡°I feel that a little issue wouldn¡¯t be bad either; otherwise, I¡¯d never feel your concern.¡± That Emperor was at it with his lovesick antics again. He was even beginning to wish misfortune upon himself. Sang Yan was both angry and helpless, ¡°Emperor, choose your words wisely. You are the ruler of a nation, you carry the weight of your people; don¡¯t joke about your health.¡± He Ying obediently agreed, ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll listen to you.¡± Seeing him so compliant, Sang Yan¡¯s emotions were mixed. She turned her gaze away and noticed the Buddhist Scripture on the desk. Puzzled, she asked, ¡°Why are you copying this?¡± He Ying didn¡¯t feel like using the Buddhist Scriptures he copied for her as a way to cheer her up at that moment and said instead, ¡°Master Yixuan said that my malevolence is too strong and that I need to copy Buddhist Scriptures to cultivate my character.¡± Hearing this, Sang Yan didn¡¯t think much of it and was actually supportive, ¡°The Emperor indeed should copy more, lest you be rash in taking lives.¡± He Ying laughed indulgently and did not argue, ¡°Hmm.¡± Pei Muyang, listening, spoke up at the right moment: ¡°How could it be? Clearly, the Emperor is copying these scriptures for Lord Sang. Up and about early in the morning to copy them. Clearly, you didn¡¯t sleep much last night either. Seeing how the Emperor is wearing himself out, I really¡ª¡± The words ¡®feel sorry¡¯ were unspeakable. Because the one who should be pitied wasn¡¯t him, but her. Sang Yan realized that this Pei Muyang was quite adept at playing martyr. He could always, in a few words, maximize the Emperor¡¯s likeability. Was this the impressiveness of an imperial eunuch? ¡°The Emperor really goes to great lengths for me.¡± She was seventy percent touched and thirty percent sarcastic. He Ying detected the off tone in her voice, but still shamelessly replied, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, it¡¯s worth it for you.¡± Sang Yan nodded, standing up, ¡°Then I won¡¯t disturb the Emperor from copying the Scriptures.¡± Seeing her about to leave, He Ying was somewhat reluctant, ¡°Your presence doesn¡¯t disturb.¡± He changed the subject to keep her there: ¡°How are you feeling today? Is there any discomfort?¡± Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°As long as the Emperor refrains from killing indiscriminately for my sake, I think I¡¯ll feel quite well.¡± He Ying disagreed, his tone becoming more forceful: ¡°Those who hurt you must be punished severely. It¡¯s a deterrent and a protection.¡± Sang Yan knew the Emperor meant well for her, yet felt a vague unease: ¡°I don¡¯t want to be a femme fatale.¡± ¡°A femme fatale, you? You think too highly of yourself.¡± He Ying couldn¡¯t help but laugh, but then meeting Sang Yan¡¯s deep gaze, he chickened out, no longer daring to laugh, and could only hold it in and turn to Pei Muyang, ¡°Tell our Lord Sang what a femme fatale is.¡± Pei Muyang earnestly began, ¡°If we¡¯re talking femme fatales that shook the world, there indeed were a few¡­ Let¡¯s not mention the calamity of Xia Ji from the previous dynasty, during the critical moment of flight, just because she mentioned she was hungry, the Emperor halted the escape to set up camp for her, to cook soup with his own hands. And from Emperor He Taizu¡¯s time, Imperial Concubine Jia lost a hairpin, and the whole army stopped to search for it. Oh, there¡¯s also Consort Xiang of Beiqi, just because the King of Puluo Country remarked she was of low birth due to being a singer, the Beiqi Emperor raged, commanding ten thousand soldiers to march overnight, pressing on to Puluo Imperial City, just to get an apology¡­¡± Sang Yan listened with complete indifference, even feeling that the incident concerning Consort Xiang of Beiqi was more likely the Beiqi Emperor looking for an excuse to make a move on Puluo Country; otherwise, to wage war over a single remark seemed far-fetched. But these matters had nothing to do with her. Looking at the Emperor¡¯s face, which was full of fascination, she furrowed her brow and asked, ¡°The Emperor finds this amusing? Do you wish to emulate them?¡± ¡°Why not?¡± He Ying asked in return, his tone natural and domineering: ¡°I like you, and I want the whole world to know.¡± Chapter 56 - Chapter 56: Chapter 056 Vulnerable Point Chapter 56: Chapter 056 Vulnerable Point Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Alright then. The Emperor gives one sweet nothing each day. She had become numb, ¡°Your Majesty should just focus on copying Buddhist Scriptures.¡± Hoping that the Buddhist concept of ¡¯emptiness¡¯ might cure his lovesickness. Sang Yan took her leave and went to the Cold Palace. She was worried about Consort Xuan¡¯s health and wanted to visit her. No one stopped her. But a lot of guards followed. Sang Yan ignored them, and after entering, she had Qiuzhi and Little Guizi attend close by, while the rest of the guards stayed outside. ¡°Lord Sang has arrived.¡± Yun Qiao saw her, smiled, and paid respects, then reported Consort Xuan¡¯s condition, ¡°Her Ladyship just took her medicine and is asleep. Should I wake her?¡± Sang Yan waved her off and spoke in a hushed voice, ¡°There¡¯s no need. I can sit and wait awhile.¡± However, Consort Xuan wasn¡¯t sleeping deeply and had already heard some noise, ¡°Yun Qiao, who has come? Is it Miss Sang?¡± Yun Qiao went to reply, ¡°Yes, it is. My Lady, Lord Sang has come to see you.¡± It was then that Sang Yan entered the bedroom. Consort Xuan, propped up by Yun Qiao, looked wan but still managed a smile, ¡°You¡¯ve come.¡± There was an oddly familiar feeling to that statement. Was it because she bore a resemblance to her best friend? Sang Yan wanted to be close to her and said with a smile, ¡°Yes, I have. How are you today?¡± Consort Xuan replied, ¡°Much better, but I¡¯m still weak. Cough cough cough¡ª¡± Seeing her still coughing severely, Sang Yan spoke to Yun Qiao, ¡°Ask the Imperial Kitchen to make her some candied pear. It soothes the throat and nourishes the lungs.¡± Yun Qiao promptly agreed, ¡°Thank you, Lord Sang. I will go now.¡± She left in a hurry. Sang Yan found a seat, sat down, and didn¡¯t speak. One reason was not knowing what to say, and the other, as a salted fish for too long, she had become somewhat socially anxious. Consort Xuan, however, was more talkative and initiated a conversation, ¡°You really are different from the others.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t understand her meaning, so she asked, ¡°How so?¡± Consort Xuan explained with a smile, ¡°You are deeply favored by the Emperor, yet you don¡¯t act arrogant or indulgent, maintaining your initial sincerity. That is indeed rare in the Imperial Palace. Presumably, that is also why the Emperor favors you exclusively.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Is that so? Actually, she had no clue why the Emperor liked her. She felt that she was sensitive, melancholic, timid, lacking a sense of security, and apart from the original host¡¯s face, she really had no charming qualities. And these feelings, it seemed, now had someone to share with. ¡°I¡¯ve always been self-aware.¡± Back in her original world, she was just an ordinary office worker, average looking, with average talent, unloved by others and not loving anyone else. Everyday life was busy enough without having to worry about these things. Thus, suddenly thrown into this world with the Emperor¡¯s affection, she was truly anxious. Like a pie falling from the sky, her first reaction wasn¡¯t to catch it, but to dodge quickly. After all, she lacked the confidence to catch this pie, much less to keep it. ¡°You are right, it¡¯s valuable to have self-awareness. If I had understood this back then, I wouldn¡¯t have ended up in this situation.¡± Consort Xuan laughed at herself, but then said, ¡°Yet, if I truly had the Emperor¡¯s favor, I wouldn¡¯t care about that at all. Life is so short, naturally, I would do what makes me happy.¡± Sang Yan had no comment. Having been an office worker for long, she really couldn¡¯t indulge in reckless spending or pleasure. Consort Xuan continued, ¡°You are my savior, and I have no way to repay you. The only thing I can do is to share with you a philosophy I stumbled upon in the Cold Palace.¡± Sang Yan cooperatively asked, ¡°What is it?¡± Consort Xuan coughed a few times and said with a smile, ¡°It¡¯s not really a philosophy, just a personal feeling. I think that fame and fortune are like passing clouds, and freedom is the most precious. Of course, this freedom¡ªcough cough cough¡ªis not the freedom of the body, but the freedom of the heart.¡± Sang Yan listened and thought, suddenly realizing that all along, she had been pursuing physical freedom, but had forgotten about the freedom of the heart. ¡°Heart free, the world is wide.¡± ¡°Many times, if you do not seek trouble, no one can trouble you.¡± ¡°All is a cultivation of the mind.¡± Noble Consort Xuan was still sharing her feelings. Having lived in the Cold Palace for so many years and yet remaining so lucid, it was evident that her inner strength and cultivation were formidable. Sang Yan admired such women of inner strength. And interactions with such women were always beneficial. ¡°You make a good point.¡± She sincerely accepted the advice, ¡°My heart is not free at all. I still like to seek trouble for myself. I always overthink, not wanting others to be burdened because of me.¡± Noble Consort Xuan nodded in understanding, ¡°Being kind is not wrong, but being overly kind is foolishness. Everyone has their limits. Do not take on everything yourself. Do your best, then leave the rest to fate, without resentment or complaint.¡± Sang Yan contemplated her words, nodding from time to time. The two chatted idly for an entire morning. Upon leaving, Sang Yan looked around, her gaze swept over the dim, oppressive environment, and the shabby d¨¦cor, and she couldn¡¯t help but take on another concern¡ªafter all, the Cold Palace was no place for recuperation. So, she went to find the Emperor at Qingning Palace. Qingning Palace main hall He Ying was still copying Buddhist Scriptures. For the entire morning. Not only were his wrists sore, but his neck was also aching. He then asked Pei Muyang to massage his shoulders for him. ¡°Why does the Emperor bother to do it himself?¡± Pei Muyang showed an expression of deep concern as he massaged and patted the Emperor¡¯s back while persuading him, ¡°In the past, when He Taizu claimed the throne, he visited Long Chan Temple to pay homage. The abbot there asked Taizu to kneel. How majestic was Taizu? You are the present Buddha, how could the present Buddha kneel to the past Buddha?¡± He Ying knew about this piece of ancestral history too. His visit to Long Chan Temple might well have been with the intention of emulating his ancestor. But¡ª ¡°Although I am the present Buddha, regrettably, the present Buddha has a weakness now and can only kneel.¡± ¡°The Emperor is as romantic as Taizu.¡± Pei Muyang wanted to say even more¡ªthat the He Royal Family had a penchant for falling in love! He Ying withdrew his hand and rested his forehead, his gaze momentarily vacant, ¡°Pei Muyang, do you think it is better for a person to be emotive or unemotive?¡± Pei Muyang didn¡¯t dare to answer. This person, he was certainly referring to the Emperor! He Ying seemed not to need his reply, musing to himself, ¡°I feel like I am no longer like myself. Perhaps, as a peaceful ruler for too long, it¡¯s inevitable to develop affections.¡± Deep in his heart, the ambition to conquer the world burned bright. He had always felt truly alive only on the battlefield. Yet his fondness for Sang Yan seemed to evoke a similar sentiment. He showed restraint in his aggression, cautious and deliberate in his conquest, his claim. She was his most beautiful city, once seized, a lifelong glory. ¡°Emperor, Lord Sang has arrived¡ª¡± The little eunuch hurriedly came in with the message. He Ying felt as if whatever he was thinking about would come to pass; in a good mood, he smiled as he looked towards the entrance¡ª Sang Yan approached in a hurry. She wore a hibiscus-colored palace dress with elegant tassels at her waist. As she walked, her dress trailed on the ground, rolling with each step like ripples on water. ¡°Be careful. Watch out for a fall.¡± He really was endlessly concerned for her. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Why such haste?¡± He asked as he stood and went to greet her. Sang Yan caught her breath and shook her head, ¡°It¡¯s nothing major, just that Noble Consort Xuan¡ªEmperor, let her out of the Cold Palace.¡± She merely felt that the desolation of the Cold Palace was unsuitable for recuperation, and that Noble Consort Xuan deserved a better place to live. But He Ying misunderstood. His expression changed on the spot, ¡°Are you trying to push another woman towards me again?¡± Chapter 57 - Chapter 57: Chapter 057: Profanity Chapter 57: Chapter 057: Profanity Sang Yan rolled her eyes with disdain, ¡°You¡¯re overthinking. I wasn¡¯t planning on pushing any women your way. I just feel like I get along with Consort Xuan and wanted to do something for her.¡± He Ying looked skeptical, ¡°Really?¡± Sang Yan nodded, ¡°Really. If you don¡¯t believe me, should I swear?¡± As she was about to raise her hand¡ª He Ying hurriedly refused, ¡°Forget it. Don¡¯t say anything unlucky.¡± He probably copied Buddhist Scriptures too often and now he¡¯s superstitious about these things. Especially coming from her mouth. Seeing this, Sang Yan then asked, ¡°Then, does the Emperor agree?¡± ¡°No.¡± After He Ying refused, he quickly proposed a condition, ¡°Unless you agree to enter the palace as a consort.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She was not noble enough to sacrifice herself for others. She immediately changed her tune, ¡°Oh. Then never mind. Forget I said anything.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± This wasn¡¯t how he had imagined things. She gave up so quickly? He unwillingly added, ¡°Just like that? Won¡¯t you reconsider? You enter the palace, she leaves the palace.¡± Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°No. If the Emperor disagrees, then that¡¯s that.¡± She had done her best. Besides, the conditions in the Cold Palace were poor; she could help improve them. If Fuji Mountain won¡¯t come to her, can¡¯t she go to it? Thus, she returned to the side hall and, after looking around, had some of her seldom-used items moved to the Cold Palace. ¡°This tea set, oh, and these two vases, move them over.¡± ¡°And these pieces of jewelry, I don¡¯t like them much either. Oh, and these cosmetics.¡± ¡°These pastries¡ª¡± It made quite a noise for a while. He Ying heard the noise and came over, ¡°What are you doing?¡± Sang Yan honestly said, ¡°Sharing things. The Cold Palace is too shabby, I¡¯m sharing some things over.¡± What the Cold Palace lacked, she provided, giving so much that the Cold Palace surely wouldn¡¯t be cold anymore. He Ying saw her intention and oddly regretted it a bit. When a eunuch carrying an entirely honey-yellow jade phoenix was walking out¡ª ¡°Stop, everyone stop, that¡¯s my collection!¡± The Yellow Jade Phoenix was He Ying¡¯s memento from the conquest of Min State. It symbolized good fortune and wealth. Not only was the craftsmanship exquisite, but such a large piece of Yellow Jade was also hard to come by. If it weren¡¯t for Sang Yan moving into the side hall, he wouldn¡¯t have let her keep it there as a decoration. Yet here she was, about to give it away. She really was a spendthrift wife! He Ying walked over, snatched the Yellow Jade Phoenix, and held it tight, his face filled with distress, ¡°This one is not okay. This is mine.¡± Seeing this, Sang Yan remarked sarcastically, ¡°Everything in this palace belongs to the Emperor.¡± He Ying, intimidated by her sarcastic tone, sighed, ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. I¡¯ll have someone renovate the Cold Palace and add some things for her, alright?¡± Sang Yan smiled satisfactorily, ¡°That¡¯s fine. That¡¯s fine. The Emperor is really kind. The Emperor is wise. Thank you for your great grace.¡± The result of her whims seemed not too bad. He Ying, seeing her happy smile and softened by her flattering words, felt quite comfortable and turned to Pei Muyang to give the order, ¡°Go make it happen.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang nodded and took his leave. He Ying then ordered them to move the items back, everything back in its place. Sang Yan also returned to her seat. ¡°He Ying reminded, ¡°Emperor, don¡¯t try to brush me off. In a couple of days, I¡¯ll go to the Cold Palace to check on the progress.¡± He Ying sounded displeased, ¡°When have I ever deceived you? Listen to yourself¡ªI do things for you and yet I can never do right.¡± Sang Yan, feeling rather good, heeded the Emperor¡¯s words, and after a thoughtful pause, realized she was at fault and admitted her mistake, ¡°Now that you put it that way, it indeed is my fault. Emperor, I¡¯m sorry, I misspoke.¡± She rarely apologized so earnestly. He Ying, unused to this, replied, ¡°It¡¯s fine. It¡¯s not a big deal.¡± He put back the Yellow Jade Phoenix and, looking at the returning ornaments, thought about how they were almost given away, and felt a pang of pain. To avoid experiencing this pain again, he reminded her, ¡°The items in your palace are all treasures of immense value. Be cautious in gifting them away.¡± Sang Yan, taken aback at first, then realizing what he meant, laughed, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect the Emperor to be such a miser.¡± It was her first time seeing the Emperor act so ¡®stingy.¡¯ It was quite amusing. He Ying, of course, wasn¡¯t pleased with the nickname ¡°miser,¡± but her laughter was genuinely captivating, as if parting thick fog to reveal a sunny day, open and expansive, so he found himself laughing along. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, Emperor? You are human too. All humans have their personal desires.¡± ¡°Then what other desires do you have that I don¡¯t know about?¡± She proactively inquired about his preferences. This was truly rare. Especially since her tone was so relaxed, infused with the lively spirit of a young girl. For a moment, He Ying felt as if all the barriers of status between them had vanished. He was almost entranced by this calm and casual conversational atmosphere. Unconsciously, he began, ¡°Speaking of personal desires, my greatest desire¡ª¡± He stopped mid-sentence, sobering up, feeling that continuing would seem reckless. And he feared she might not like to hear it. Sang Yan, puzzled, questioned, ¡°Why did you stop?¡± He Ying, meeting her purely beautiful eyes, ultimately didn¡¯t say what he had intended¡ªmy biggest desire is you! That would have been too reckless. It would have been a desecration of her. So, he changed his response, ¡°I like collecting beautiful things, like jade and weapons.¡± Sang Yan retorted, ¡°Everyone likes beautiful things. It¡¯s just that some, despite their desire, lack the means to possess them. That¡¯s hardly a personal desire.¡± He Ying countered, ¡°What about you then? What are your desires?¡± Sang Yan was stumped. She thought carefully and realized that whether in modern times or in this world, she hadn¡¯t harbored any personal desires, always suppressing herself just to survive. ¡°It seems I have none.¡± No wonder she felt unhappy. He Ying suggested, ¡°Then maybe you should cultivate some desires.¡± What he really wanted to say was, I hope that one day your desire will be for me. Unaware of his thoughts, Sang Yan nodded seriously, ¡°Okay.¡± From today onwards, she would try to be a little more selfish. ¡°Emperor, would you like some wine?¡± This query unexpectedly reminded He Ying of a past incident¡ªshe had once tried to intoxicate him with wine to seduce him. So, was she hoping for him to lose his inhibitions now? His nerves began to throb. His heart also unhelpfully pounded. Ordinarily restrained from carnal desires, He Ying rarely thought of such matters. After falling for her, he had even less desire to defile her in such a way, so now these wild thoughts flooded his mind for the first time. He tried to stop them, but some thoughts, the more suppressed, rebound with equal force. In fact, he was quite repelled by these affairs. The late Emperor had indulged excessively in romantic escapades, eventually leading to his downfall, which made He Ying feel deeply uncomfortable just thinking about it. It started an itching sensation. Like it emanated from deep within his bones. Turns out, not only touching women but merely thinking of such absurd affairs was enraging. He Ying, frowning and enduring, said, ¡°If you want to drink, I can join you.¡± Chapter 58 - Chapter 58: Chapter 058 Joyful Event Chapter 58: Chapter 058 Joyful Event ¡°Then let¡¯s have a few drinks.¡± It was time for lunch. He Ying had someone pass the lunch. The two of them sat opposite each other, savoring the wine. He Ying introduced, ¡°This wine was personally brewed by the late Emperor. He loved wine as much as life itself, and he brewed an exceptional wine. Would you care to try?¡± He poured her a cup. Sang Yan thanked him and took the cup, sipping it¡ªit was incredibly spicy, so much so that it made her eyes squint. ¡°This flavor¡ª¡± She just couldn¡¯t drink it! It was supposed to be a casual taste of whatever wine was at hand, but it turned out to be unbearable. He Ying saw her squinting her eyes, looking adorably funny, and teased her with a laugh, ¡°Try savoring it more. It¡¯s spicy but also full-flavored, it gets better the more you drink.¡± Sang Yan took another sip, and just like before, it was spicy enough to make her eyes squint, ¡°No, I can¡¯t handle this flavor.¡± ¡°Then you¡¯re missing out on a delicacy.¡± He Ying picked up the wine cup in front of him and drank it all with a smile. He liked strong spirits. It¡¯s a pity¡ª ¡°There¡¯s not much of this wine left. My negligence, nearly all been drunk up by that drunkard Wan Zhang.¡± He had not expected Wan Zhang to know the late Emperor¡¯s secret wine-burying spot. The late Emperor really favored him! When Sang Yan thought of Wan Zhang, she couldn¡¯t help laughing, ¡°He¡¯s an interesting man.¡± Remembering that he was punished to guard the Emperor¡¯s Mausoleum, she added without thinking much, ¡°I guess he doesn¡¯t mind guarding the mausoleum for the late Emperor, but still, it¡¯s a hard life. I hope you¡¯ll have someone take extra care of him.¡± He Ying didn¡¯t want to argue with her over such a trivial matter, so he agreed, ¡°Hmm. As you wish.¡± Right in front of her, he issued an order, ¡°Send those few jars of wine from my collection to the Emperor¡¯s Mausoleum, to Wan Zhang¡ª¡± He was somewhat worried Wan Zhang might indiscreetly talk after getting drunk. He added a few more words, ¡°Tell him to drink sparingly. Drunkenness harms the body. I don¡¯t want to hear any news of his death.¡± Sang Yan was pleased with this and smiled, ¡°The Emperor is actually quite tender-hearted.¡± He Ying mused, ¡°That¡¯s probably because of your influence.¡± Sang Yan teased, ¡°It seems the Emperor is quite willing.¡± He Ying laughed again as he took another drink, nodding, ¡°Hmm. Very willing. Wishing you could influence me day and night.¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± She picked up a shrimp dumpling and placed it in front of him, ¡°Emperor, drink less and eat more.¡± He Ying simply replied, ¡°Okay,¡± and finished all the food she had picked for him. This was a wonderfully pleasant lunchtime. They didn¡¯t argue, but cared for each other like an ordinary couple. After lunch, Sang Yan was petting her cat, preparing for a nap. He Ying returned to the main hall, continuing to copy Buddhist Scriptures. Pei Muyang stood by, noticing his ever-present smile, and couldn¡¯t resist asking, ¡°Emperor, what brings such joy? Share with this servant, so I may share in the happiness.¡± He Ying glanced at him, his smile profound, ¡°I find copying Buddhist Scriptures to be somewhat effective.¡± You see, sincerity brings enlightenment. He really could wait for the moment where ¡°With sincerity, even metal and stone will open.¡± * Sang Yan began her routine of caring for a cat. She discovered this cat, cleansed in Buddhist principles, was lazier than she. Once they became comfortable with each other, it clung to her. When she stood, it climbed on her shoulder. When she sat, it nested in her lap. When she was woken up three times in the night by the pressing cat¡ª Sang Yan lost her patience, shoved it off, and called for someone, ¡°Qiuzhi, take it away, take it away.¡± What bad karma. Qiuzhi, in on the joke, covered her mouth and laughed, ¡°This Snowball is actually a female cat. I didn¡¯t expect it to be so¡­ clingy.¡± What she really wanted to say was that the cat was lascivious. But to say that about a cat? Her mind was still pure. It must be that the cat was just clingy. ¡°Just take it away. I don¡¯t want to see it again tonight.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Qiuzhi picked up the cat and locked it in a cage. The cage was made of golden wire, lined with silk, and kept clean and tidy. It even had fluffy toys hanging inside¡ªa significant upgrade from its den at Long Chan Temple. But it didn¡¯t like it. It meowed incessantly. Sang Yan was kept awake by the noise, so she got up and scolded it, ¡°Can you be quiet? If you keep this up, I¡¯m going to abandon you. I¡¯ll give you to the big tyrant and let him chop off your head.¡± ¡°Meow meow¡ª¡± The cat blinked its water-blue eyes and put its paws together, as if begging for mercy. Sang Yan could no longer resist its coquettish charm and had to let it out, but warned repeatedly, ¡°Snowball, you are not allowed to climb on top of me! And definitely not to press on me! Got it?¡± She placed it by her side, tapped its head gently, lectured it a little more, and finally closed her eyes to sleep. The cat nestled next to her arm and meowed softly before hanging its head. It didn¡¯t climb on top of her again. But as soon as daylight broke, it definitely would. Sang Yan was awakened by the stepping, a tickling pain that was still within her tolerance, but it was wearing away at her patience. That area is indeed very vulnerable for women. This cat never learned. She pushed it away angry, not in the mood to stroke it anymore. A lesson was necessary. But the cat was too clingy. It followed her everywhere. Having no choice, Sang Yan could only hide away in the Cold Palace. In the Imperial Palace, she only found familiar company and conversation with Xuanrao. The Cold Palace was under renovation. Xuanrao wasn¡¯t lying inside the palace but had moved out and was now sunbathing on a Noble Consort¡¯s couch under a vine of grapes. The scene did look rather leisurely. Looking at it, Sang Yan¡¯s mood brightened, and she said with a laugh, ¡°Actually, we could cultivate a plot of land, plant some flowers, herbs, and vegetables. That way, we could enjoy some pastoral scenery right here in the Imperial Palace.¡± ¡°Good idea.¡± Xuanrao¡¯s health had improved, her cough was gone, her face was fair again, and her smile was bright and charming. ¡°But since you came up with the idea, remember you have to help out.¡± ¡°Of course, of course.¡± Sang Yan was quite interested and began to plan with her. They talked until sunset. Not wanting to return to the clingy cat, Sang Yan proposed to experience the Cold Palace¡¯s cuisine. Xuanrao, touched and thinking that Sang Yan was afraid of being neglected, assured her with a smile, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The Emperor has given orders, no one dares to shortchange my meals.¡± Sang Yan, who hadn¡¯t thought that far ahead, just laughed awkwardly, ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± But she stayed in the Cold Palace for dinner. Completely forgetting that she was supposed to have dinner with the Emperor. He Ying, aware that she had gone to the Cold Palace for fun, sent someone to fetch her when it got dark, and she hadn¡¯t returned. The word came back that she had already started eating. He became very frustrated. He Ying frowned and asked, ¡°Didn¡¯t you tell her I was waiting for her to have dinner?¡± The eunuch who had gone to hurry Sang Yan was shivering, ¡°Lord Sang said there¡¯s no need to wait for her, the Emperor can eat alone. She also said¡ªshe also said¡ª¡± ¡°What else did she say?¡± ¡°She said it¡¯s not like she hasn¡¯t eaten alone before. She¡¯s not a companion.¡± ¡°Outrageous!¡± He Ying slammed the table in anger. The eunuch quickly knelt and knocked his head on the ground, ¡°Emperor, spare my life, spare my life!¡± He Ying waved him away. He ate his evening meal alone. Eating alone was truly boring. He lost his appetite, ate a little, and had the meal cleared away. Then, while copying Buddhist Scripture, he had someone watch the side palace and kept asking, ¡°Has she come back? Has she come back?¡± It was like a pitiable husband waiting for his wife who forgot to return home from visiting. And this wife, who was having too much fun chatting, was even planning to sleep in the Cold Palace. When He Ying found out, he slammed the desk again, ¡°She has a home but won¡¯t return! What does it look like for her to stay in the Cold Palace? Let¡¯s go! I want to see what¡¯s so good about the Cold Palace!¡± Chapter 59 - Chapter 59: Chapter 059: Ambition Chapter 59: Chapter 059: Ambition He Ying stormed off to the Cold Palace in a fit of rage. In the Cold Palace, Sang Yan had washed up and already nestled into Xuanrao¡¯s bed. The bed was covered with silk, soft and smooth to the touch, very skin-friendly. She closed her eyes to savor the moment, her body next to a fragrant and exquisite form¡ªit was easy to understand the privileges of men. Sleeping beside a beautiful woman did indeed bring pleasure to both body and mind. ¡°I won¡¯t lie to you, it¡¯s been a long time since I last shared a bed with someone.¡± Sang Yan herself only shared a bed with her mother during her early childhood. By the time high school and university came around, it was a dormitory with six people, so it was more like cohabitation. After graduating and starting to work, she rented a run-down apartment to live alone¡ªthere wasn¡¯t much of a human touch to it. Things had only somewhat improved when she later adopted Xuanrao¡¯s son. But sharing a bed with someone? That was a memory from a very long time ago. ¡°I feel the same way.¡± ¡°I had hoped Yun Qiao would come up and sleep with me; she always frets about the difference in rank and refuses to share a bed with me.¡± ¡°In this place, not being able to huddle together for warmth in the winter is truly torturous. I¡¯ve woken up many times from the cold.¡± Xuanrao sighed with emotion. Sang Yan nodded in agreement: ¡°Right. Winter nights without someone to warm the bed are indeed hard to bear. Even rabbits understand the need for closeness.¡± ¡°Rabbits?¡± The topic had shifted quite suddenly. Xuanrao was still trying to catch up. Sang Yan nodded and repeated, ¡°Yes, rabbits.¡± Speaking of rabbits, she thought of a question: ¡°Do you know how rabbits keep warm in the winter?¡± Xuanrao replied instinctively, ¡°Don¡¯t they have fur? Doesn¡¯t that keep them warm?¡± Sang Yan shook her head with a smile: ¡°Not enough. I used to think the same as you, but, you see, that bit of fur isn¡¯t sufficient to fend off the cold in the wilderness.¡± ¡°That makes sense. The wilderness must be even colder. So how do they stay warm? Hide in burrows?¡± ¡°They press their bellies against each other.¡± ¡°Ah?¡± ¡°I was shocked too when I first heard the answer. Apparently, when winter comes, they instinctively group together, lying side by side and pressing against one another. That way, they warm up pretty quickly.¡± This was something she came across when answering questions to win gold coins on Taobao. The answer had been so surprising that it left a lasting impression. Xuanrao was also shocked: ¡°So that¡¯s possible? But come to think of it, it¡¯s quite amusing. It¡¯s the wisdom of small creatures¡¯ survival indeed.¡± Their conversation was in full swing. Qiuzhi rushed in, panting: ¡°Miss, Lady Xuan, the Emperor has come.¡± She and Yun Qiao had been getting ready to sleep when they heard noises. Peeking out the window, they saw the Emperor¡¯s procession and quickly dressed to come and report. ¡°I said, if the Miss didn¡¯t return, the Emperor would surely blame her.¡± Qiuzhi, flustered, muttered softly and urged, ¡°Miss, you better get dressed quickly.¡± Sang Yan lazily didn¡¯t want to move: ¡°Blamed for what? I¡¯m just here having a sleep. I didn¡¯t run away.¡± Why would he come to seize someone in the middle of the night? It was embarrassing. Xuanrao guessed with a smile, ¡°Perhaps he¡¯s worried about my safety here.¡± Upon reflection, Sang Yan thought it was a possibility and said, ¡°He¡¯s overthinking it. Here it¡¯s just you and Yun Qiao, couldn¡¯t be safer.¡± Upon hearing this, Xuanrao paused for a moment, feeling so completely trusted it was overwhelming, enough to bring her to the brink of tears. But she didn¡¯t cry; instead, she smiled: ¡°Sang Yan, you really trust me that much? What if I became jealous and harmed you in secret? After all, we are both the Emperor¡¯s women. You have his favor, while I am left languishing in the Cold Palace.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Uh¡­ Had she overlooked this issue? She really hadn¡¯t considered it at all. Xuanrao harming her? Impossible. She shook her head, looking earnest as she said, ¡°I don¡¯t think you¡¯re that kind of person. You know, I tend to have accurate premonitions. The first time I saw you, I felt you were a good person, and I really liked you.¡± Maybe it was a kind of filter that close friends bring? She really did like her. ¡°I like you too.¡± Xuanrao seized her hand with excitement, her gaze growing fervent. Looking into her eyes, Sang Yan felt as if she had regained a dear friend. Her heart warmed; she was equally moved. Just then¡ª Voices of Qiuzhi and Yun Qiao came from outside: ¡°Emperor, please calm down.¡± ¡°Emperor, you can¡¯t go in there!¡± ¡°Miss and Lady are changing their clothes right now.¡± ¡­ Why did that sound so shady? Like they were catching adulterers. Sang Yan felt weird inside but didn¡¯t think much of it and regretfully said, ¡°I really don¡¯t want to leave here. I was planning to chat with you into the night.¡± Night chats were something she experienced in college. She was a loner, couldn¡¯t catch up with the topics, so she just listened to their night chats. Even just listening, she found it interesting. Now she finally had the chance to fulfill her long-held wish, and it was ruined by the Emperor. Sigh. Annoying. Sang Yan, huffing with irritation, got up to get dressed. These ancient clothes were very complicated. Although she had worn them many times, putting them on alone was still a challenge. Xuanrao quickly got dressed and then helped her. Oh my, wearing white against her black hair, looking down with gentle eyes, her nimble hands moving about her, what a beautiful and virtuous sight. Sang Yan quietly watched, feeling inexplicably¡ªah, how she wished she were a man! Thinking this, she asked, ¡°Xuanrao, do you ever really wish you were a man?¡± Whether in ancient times or the modern era, it was a patriarchal society, and women were greatly restricted. She really wanted to be a man. ¡°I¡¯ve thought about it.¡± Xuanrao looked at her and nodded, ¡°I¡¯ve thought about it many times. I always felt that if I were born a man, I wouldn¡¯t have been trapped by love and bring disaster to my later life.¡± ¡°What a pity¡ª¡± Sang Yan continued her thought, sighing, ¡°We could have lived well, but being born female doomed us.¡± Her words were seriously funny. Xuanrao even laughed, ¡°Hahaha. Sang Yan, how can you be so adorable?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Adorable what? Wasn¡¯t what she said reasonable? Outside, He Ying listened to Xuanrao¡¯s laughter and their few words of small talk, feeling a pang of frustration in his liver, ¡°What are you dawdling for? Come out to me immediately!¡± Sang Yan heard his roar and frowned, muttering, ¡°I¡¯m coming, I¡¯m coming, what¡¯s the rush?¡± She walked out, looking at the Emperor with an unwelcoming tone, ¡°Why has the Emperor come here?¡± He Ying snorted coldly, ¡°If I had not come, I would never have known of your grand aspirations!¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Aspirations of being a man? He had heard her. Inexplicably embarrassed, her face flushed, she didn¡¯t know what to say. ¡°Lady has seen the Emperor.¡± Xuanrao then gracefully stepped forward and bowed in greeting. He Ying looked impatient, didn¡¯t even glance at her, and casually waved his hand to indicate that she could dispense with the formalities before saying to Sang Yan, ¡°You, come here.¡± Sang Yan stood very close to Xuanrao. He Ying found it irritating. Of course, his eyes also showed caution. As if Xuanrao might suddenly attack Sang Yan. Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to argue with the Emperor in front of Xuanrao, so she turned back to say goodbye and stepped out. Seeing this, He Ying followed her, discontent in his voice, ¡°This is the Cold Palace, even if it¡¯s been renovated and reset, can it be as good as my Qingning Palace?¡± The point was that so many people had recently died there. It was too inauspicious. Her health was weak, prone to attracting negative energy. These things he didn¡¯t want to say, for fear of frightening her. Yet she had no qualms, still coming here! Chapter 60 - Chapter 60: Chapter 060: Farming Chapter 60: Chapter 060: Farming Sang Yan hadn¡¯t an inkling of the situation and naturally didn¡¯t grasp his well-intentioned efforts, so she said, ¡°A gilded nest, a silver den, isn¡¯t as good as one¡¯s own doghouse. Likewise, sometimes, sleeping in a golden chamber might not be as comfortable as in a dilapidated hut.¡± He Ying listened to her broken-hut theory and thought it was complete nonsense, but he had always been unable to get the better of her and didn¡¯t argue. Instead, he sighed helplessly, ¡°You just keep opposing me.¡± There was a full serving of doting in his words. Sang Yan¡¯s heart softened when she heard this, and she eased her tone as well, ¡°Emperor, why have you come?¡± He Ying glanced at her, still with that tone of helpless affection, ¡°What do you think?¡± Sang Yan guessed, ¡°Emperor, are you afraid Xuanrao will harm me?¡± He Ying said irritably, ¡°At least there¡¯s a bit of a brain there.¡± He was afraid, first, that Xuanrao¡¯s jealousy might lead to harm, and second, that the evil aura of the Cold Palace might afflict her. In any case, it was fear. He didn¡¯t want her out of his sight for even a moment. ¡°You¡¯re so pure-hearted; I¡¯m always worried someone will outwit you.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve lived so long and I¡¯ve never worried about someone like this.¡± ¡°Not even on the battlefield have I had such anxiety.¡± Every sentence was laden with his special cherishment for her. Sang Yan sincerely marveled, ¡°Emperor, you¡¯re really good to me.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± It was rare for her to speak so. He felt that finally, his heartfelt sentiments had been understood and accepted. Looking at her, his eyes were tender and there was a hint of sorrow, ¡°Ah Yan, you must take good care of yourself. I will never be this good to anyone else again.¡± He had made up his mind about her. After her, there would be no one else. Listening to his promises, that unrepayable depth of affection came over her again. She pondered the words of Xuanrao ¨C to experience love during love is to respect love. That seemed to be applicable here. He loved; let him love. She would go with the flow, naturally. ¡°Thank you, Emperor.¡± She spoke earnestly, ¡°Rest assured. I will take good care of myself.¡± He Ying nodded. The two strolled under the moon, returning to Qingning Palace together. ¡°Go back and rest early.¡± ¡°The same to you, Emperor. Good night.¡± ¡°Good night.¡± They bid a reluctant farewell at the door of the side hall. There was almost a feeling of being a couple. Sang Yan thought of the word ¡°couple,¡± her heart warmed, and her face flushed red again. Good heavens, at her age, she was still playing the shy maiden. How¡­ novel and addictively thrilling. Sang Yan patted her heated face and ran into the hall, diving back into her bedding. ¡°Meow meow¡ª¡± The cat was the first to jump up. ¡°Snowball!¡± She shouted in rebuke! The cat didn¡¯t leap onto her chest but onto her abdomen. ¡°Meow meow¡ª¡± It extended its fluffy paw to gently tap her chin as if to curry favor. Sang Yan pushed it away and chided softly, ¡°Sleep there. Don¡¯t fidget. Don¡¯t press on my chest. Otherwise, you¡¯ll never sleep on my bed again!¡± The cat mewed pitifully twice, retracted its paws, and hung its head. And so the night passed peacefully. The next day Sang Yan was again woken by a face licking and a chest assault. This cat was really too clingy. Sang Yan shoved it off the bed and went to wash up. Coming back, she saw Qiuzhi shoveling cat litter and suggested, ¡°Really should get the Emperor to do this.¡± Whoever brought it should be responsible. Even though she did most of the petting. Qiuzhi chuckled, ¡°The Emperor has a myriad of state affairs; how could he have the time?¡± Sang Yan retorted, ¡°I think he¡¯s quite free. Otherwise, why visit the Cold Palace in the middle of the night?¡± Speaking of the Cold Palace, she began yearning to visit there again. She got along quite well with Xuanrao. Yesterday, we talked about reclaiming land and farming, so let¡¯s put it on the agenda for today. So, after breakfast, she gave the order, ¡°Qiuzhi, have someone find some farming tools, vegetable seeds, and flower seeds. I¡¯m going to farm in the Cold Palace.¡± Xuanrao decided to join her. Before she could gather everything, someone was sent to invite her. ¡°Lord Sang, is the farming matter that Lady mentioned still on?¡± Yun Qiao had been all smiles since Xuanrao¡¯s health improved. True to her name, she was like a skylark, with a voice sweet and sprightly. Just listening brightened the mood. ¡°Of course,¡± Sang Yan said with a smile, ¡°I was just having someone prepare the things.¡± Yun Qiao said, ¡°Lady has all prepared. She says the weather isn¡¯t hot today and that dusk would be the perfect time for fieldwork.¡± Sang Yan nodded, ¡°Good. I understand. You can go back first. I will come over before dusk.¡± She had to accompany the Emperor for the midday meal, otherwise, she would have gone over at noon to mooch some food. During the midday meal, He Ying knew she intended to farm the Cold Palace, and he didn¡¯t agree with it, but he couldn¡¯t outright refuse, so he could only throw a wet blanket, ¡°Stop messing around with her. Farming isn¡¯t something your delicate arms and legs can handle. Don¡¯t overwork and injure yourself. There was concern in his tone. Sigh. She used to be so gentle and meek, like a timid pet rabbit, but now that she¡¯s livelier, she¡¯s become an untamed hare always looking to escape. It was really worrying him. Oblivious to the Emperor¡¯s chagrin, Sang Yan felt underestimated, replying indignantly, ¡°Why can¡¯t I do it? I may have slender arms and legs, but I¡¯ve got the strength to till the soil.¡± Besides, she grew up in the countryside and had her share of farm work as a child. Digging up some earth would be good exercise. He Ying still didn¡¯t support her, ¡°Hm. You have. But why exert yourself needlessly? There are plenty of people in the palace; you could have the guards do it.¡± Sang Yan retorted, ¡°Self-reliance, ample clothing, and food. Watching others do it isn¡¯t as satisfying as doing it myself.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± Seeing he couldn¡¯t persuade her, he simply went along with it, ¡°If you get tired, don¡¯t come crying to me.¡± Sang Yan was puzzled, ¡°When have I ever come crying to you?¡± He Ying felt helpless, ¡°Fine. You don¡¯t cry. You¡¯re tough.¡± He dropped the subject. But come dusk, knowing she really went to the Cold Palace, he couldn¡¯t help worrying and sent someone to keep an eye out, ¡°Let her rest after a while. Be careful not to tire her out.¡± Pei Muyang acknowledged with an ¡°understood¡± and sent the message. After an hour, He Ying put down the petition, and unable to quell his concern, asked, ¡°Are they still busy?¡± Pei Muyang answered, ¡°Emperor, the person sent hasn¡¯t returned yet.¡± Hearing this, He Ying felt anxious and couldn¡¯t sit still any longer. He glanced at the petitions for a while longer but eventually stood up, ¡°Let¡¯s go have a look.¡± * The Cold Palace was a hive of activity. The land had been tilled. Split into two small plots. Separated by a winding path of pebbles. Sang Yan was directing the laying of the stones, ¡°Hmm. This spot is also good. It¡¯ll work. Over there, pay attention, the sizes should vary for a pleasing effect.¡± At that, she turned to Xuanrao with a bloomingly bright smile, ¡°Let me tell you, once the flowers bloom and the vegetables grow, we can admire the flowers while we pick vegetables. Stepping on these stones will even massage our feet. It¡¯s very good for the health.¡± Xuanrao, while listening, touched the sun-warmed stones and suddenly had an idea, ¡°Sang Yan, what if we heat these stones in the winter to warm our hands?¡± Hearing this, Sang Yan immediately thought of using pebbles for a fireplace, oh, and for grilling meat. She had seen in a video how a man collected many pebbles, washed them, laid them out, brushed them with oil, and placed sliced pork on them to make stone-grilled meat, sizzling deliciously. And that was it. She shouldn¡¯t think about it. She was getting hungry. ¡°Sang Yan, why don¡¯t we grill some stone-grilled meat later?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Just listen to me¡ª¡± She leaned in close, their foreheads nearly touching, her eyes shining as she excitedly carried on. From afar, He Ying could say it was the first time he¡¯d seen her this happy, animated and radiant. He felt happy seeing her so cheery, but gradually the feeling soured: why didn¡¯t she seem this happy with him? She appeared to enjoy Xuanrao¡¯s company more. The jealousy set in. The jealousy set in. She couldn¡¯t possibly be into women, right? Growing up in the palace, He Ying vaguely knew of the loneliness within its deep confines, where some ladies had¡­ certain proclivities. Chapter 61 - Chapter 61: Chapter 061: Barbecue Chapter 61: Chapter 061: Barbecue The more he thought about it, the more he felt he was being made a fool of. ¡°HE YING!¡± Unable to hold back, he shouted loudly. Frightened, everyone present knelt down, ¡°Greetings to the Emperor¡ª¡± Including Xuanrao, who also knelt down to pay her respects. Except for Sang Yan. She hesitated for a moment before walking over and bowing, ¡°Emperor, what brings you here?¡± He Ying looked at her innocently puzzled expression, and those dirty thoughts dissipated somewhat. She was so pure, how could she have such strange tastes? It must have been his overthinking. He cleared his throat twice, returning to normal, ¡°It¡¯s nothing, just nothing important, just came to see how your farming is progressing.¡± Pei Muyang, standing nearby, thought to himself: Nothing important? Yesterday copying Buddhist Scripture, today copying Buddhist Scripture, barely finished and hadn¡¯t yet looked at a few petitions that had piled up like a mountain, and still saying it¡¯s nothing important? Sang Yan, unaware of the internal affairs, mentioned the farming and smiled as she reported the progress, ¡°Emperor, your timing is perfect, we are almost done. We were just discussing stone-grilled meat, Emperor, let¡¯s have barbecue together tonight.¡± Seeing her happy, He Ying naturally went along with her, ¡°For such small matters in the future, you can decide on your own.¡± ¡°Thank you, Emperor.¡± Sang Yan smiled her thanks and gestured to the people still kneeling, indicating for them to stand up. He Ying understood her gesture and lifted his hand, ¡°Everyone, stand up. Continue with your tasks.¡± Sang Yan also went back to work. She pulled Xuanrao up and discussed the barbecue plans with her. When she got to the exciting part, she even started gesturing, ¡°We¡¯ll set up a platform, burn charcoal underneath, place an iron plate on top, and then cover it with a layer of pebbles¡­¡± He Ying was also listening and taking it to heart. He immediately instructed several craftsmen to follow Sang Yan¡¯s instructions. Many hands make light work. Under Imperial Power, efficiency is even higher. The men mixed mud, moved bricks, and constructed platforms, doing all the hard labor. Sang Yan picked and washed pebbles with Xuanrao. He Ying watched from the side, wanting to help but feeling it wasn¡¯t his place, yet he didn¡¯t want to leave. After a while, Sang Yan, noticing him still standing there, teased with a smile, ¡°Emperor, come and wash with us. It¡¯s fun. This is the joy of a group activity.¡± He Ying frowned and said, ¡°I am the Emperor, how can I do such things?¡± He was actually reluctant despite his words. When Sang Yan said, ¡°What about the Emperor? Being the Emperor, you should share joy with the people.¡± He immediately compromised. ¡°You make a good point.¡± Rolling up his sleeves, he crouched down, ¡°This is me sharing joy with the people.¡± His serious demeanor was quite comical. Sang Yan laughed. Xuanrao laughed too. But when He Ying glanced at Xuanrao, she immediately restrained her laughter, not daring to laugh any longer. As for Sang Yan? She was naturally indulged. Not only laughing freely, but she also handed him a brush, teaching him how to do it, ¡°Emperor, you have to scrub meticulously like this to get it clean.¡± He Ying nodded, took the brush, and started scrubbing earnestly. Xuanrao watched as Sang Yan commanded the Emperor around so obediently and secretly gave her a thumbs-up. The difference between liking and not liking was indeed significant. Fortunately, she was past the age of jealousy. After washing the pebbles, it was time to prepare the ingredients. Sang Yan shook off the water from her hands and went to the Imperial Kitchen. A crowd followed behind her, creating quite a spectacle. ¡°Xuanrao, let me teach you¡ª¡± She first chose a large piece of prime pork, removed the tough skin, sliced it into thick thin slices, and placed them in a bowl nearby. Then, she prepared ingredients like ginger, sliced into shreds, garlic, sliced into pieces, coriander cut into segments, and added them all to the meat. Lastly, she poured soy sauce, cooking wine, chili powder, salt, cumin, sesame, and sugar over it, mixing everything thoroughly, and marinated it for an hour. ¡°It¡¯s quite simple.¡± ¡°Did you get it?¡± ¡°Just wait until the barbecue platform is set up.¡± She took a handkerchief from Qiuzhi, dried her hands, and with a grand gesture, directed people to move things to the Cold Palace. At that moment, the barbecue platform was nearing completion. When the marinating time was up, the barbecue platform was also ready. Sang Yan arranged the cleaned pebbles on it, spread a layer, and began smearing vegetable oil on top. ¡°Start the fire.¡± She said while brushing oil, ¡°We can start the fire now.¡± Shortly after, the fire started and smoke billowed out. ¡°Now we can put the meat on.¡± Using chopsticks, she placed the marinated slices of meat onto the pebbles. ¡°The moment to witness a miracle is almost upon us.¡± No sooner had she spoken than the meat sizzled and oozed oil. It was a kind of overflowing golden yellow. The aroma began to spread. Sang Yan rubbed her hands together in excitement. He Ying, seeing this, felt a sudden surge of appetite, but he was still concerned about her safety, ¡°Sang Yan, step back a bit, be careful of the burns.¡± Sang Yan shook her head with a smile, ¡°It¡¯s fine. Emperor, it will be ready to eat soon. Don¡¯t go anywhere, I¡¯ll let you taste the first piece.¡± Unbeknownst to them, night had fallen. Lanterns were hung. She had been busy until now, her forehead sweaty, her face dirty, and her beautiful dress stained, looking like a woman trapped in the kitchen but still stunningly beautiful. He Ying watched her tenderly and responded with a smile, ¡°Hmm. I am not going anywhere. Be careful.¡± Finally, the first piece of meat was ready. Sang Yan immediately picked up the meat slice and brought it to his mouth. Thinking it might be hot, she blew on it for quite a while. Yet, when He Ying tasted it, it still felt hot. Had it not been fed by her, he would have definitely spat it out instantly. ¡°Does it taste bad?¡± Sang Yan, seeing his pained expression, instinctively picked up a piece of meat to taste it herself. He Ying quickly stopped her, ¡°Don¡¯t eat, it¡¯s very hot. Extremely hot.¡± He probably scalded his mouth. The hot meat went down his stomach, making him feel uncomfortable as well. He had endured it, but he wouldn¡¯t let her suffer the same. ¡°Wait a bit before you eat. Be careful of burns.¡± He covered his mouth, fanning the air. Sang Yan, realizing belatedly she had made a mistake, looked worried, ¡°Did you burn yourself, Emperor?¡± She put down the chopsticks and reached out to touch him, but remembering his peculiar illness, she pulled her hand back in time. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I got too excited seeing the barbecue, I just thought about eating.¡± She couldn¡¯t touch him, so she signaled, ¡°Open your mouth, let¡¯s see if you are burned?¡± At that moment, Pei Muyang brought over some tea. He Ying hurriedly took it and drank a sip of the cool tea, finally feeling a bit better, ¡°It¡¯s fine now.¡± He looked at her barbecue and praised it, ¡°Though it¡¯s very hot, it indeed tastes very good.¡± Sang Yan was pleased to hear this and immediately smiled, ¡°Really? I¡¯ll taste some too.¡± Xuanrao had already started eating and also praised, ¡°This meat is really delicious. Truly a delicacy of the mortal realm. Sang Yan, how did you think of this?¡± Sang Yan was at a loss for words. How could she think of this? It was all the wisdom of modern folks! ¡°Ha ha, if it tastes good, eat more.¡± She offered a perfunctory smile and changed the topic, ¡°Actually, it can also be eaten wrapped in lettuce leaves. Oh right, add some slices of garlic too, if you don¡¯t mind the smell.¡± Xuanrao, not one to fuss about appearances, immediately followed her suggestion, ¡°Yun Qiao, quickly go to the Imperial Kitchen and get some lettuce.¡± Yun Qiao was already drooling with desire. She stared longingly at the barbecue, really wanting to taste it, but upon receiving the order, she swallowed her saliva and ran to get the lettuce. At this moment, Sang Yan also tasted a piece¡ªit was indeed delicious, crispy and fragrant. Good things are naturally meant to be shared. She took a plate and placed several pieces of meat on it, distributing them to the people who had helped. ¡°Thank you, everyone. Have a taste.¡± She was approachable, without a hint of arrogance. Those people had been salivating over the barbecue already. But who would have dared to think they could have a taste? Therefore, when offered the food, they were moved beyond measure and knelt down to express their gratitude. ¡°Thank you, my Lord.¡± ¡°Long live Our Lord.¡± Indeed, this Lord Sang was truly a Bodhisattva of the harem! May she live for thousands and thousands of years. Chapter 62 - Chapter 62: Chapter 062 Dog Food Chapter 62: Chapter 062 Dog Food Many people were helping out. Sang Yan discovered that there was still too little meat after it was cured and distributed; not much remained. Xuanrao had not yet had her fill. She had secured a small plate for herself early on and was now particularly protective of her food, ¡°This is mine. Yun Qiao hasn¡¯t had any yet. This isn¡¯t enough for the two of us.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She had not planned on stealing hers. ¡°If only I had cured more.¡± She sighed, originally thinking of doing a trial run, never expecting it to be so popular. He Ying said, ¡°If you want to eat, have someone cure more. The meat roasting method is simple. Just have them do it, and you can wait for them to serve it to you.¡± Sang Yan could indeed just wait to eat. But her stomach couldn¡¯t wait! Gurgle gurgle¡ª She covered her stomach awkwardly, looking pitifully eager, ¡°I¡¯m hungry. I can¡¯t wait.¡± He Ying shook his head helplessly and immediately had someone bring over some pastries. Before that, Yun Qiao had returned with some lettuce. Xuanrao followed Sang Yan¡¯s instructions, wrapping a slice of meat in lettuce, adding two cloves of garlic, and then, turning around, stuffed it into Sang Yan¡¯s mouth. Sang Yan was taken aback, ¡°Aren¡¯t you?¡± Wasn¡¯t she being protective of her food? ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you think of others before yourself?¡± Xuanrao tapped Sang Yan¡¯s forehead with her finger, chiding her like an older sister next door. She wasn¡¯t stingy and didn¡¯t mind sharing with those people. But before giving out rewards, one must fill their own belly first! It was a good thing she had set some aside, or else it all would have been given away. ¡°Haha, I think of others, and you think of me.¡± Sang Yan boasted with a smile, savoring the delicious meat in her mouth. The roast meat paired with fresh lettuce and garlic cloves tasted even better. Truly, hunger was the best spice. ¡°Thank you, Xuanrao.¡± Scarcity makes things precious. Xuanrao willing to share with her touched her deeply. She clung to Xuanrao like an affectionate cat, giving her a big hug. And like a cat, she almost buried her head in Xuanrao¡¯s chest. He Ying felt a bit awkward seeing their closeness, as if he was somewhat superfluous. Annoyed by the sight, he cleared his throat with a few coughs. This caught Xuanrao¡¯s attention. And she misunderstood¡ªis the Emperor hungry? Waiting for her to feed him? Although she was reluctant to feed him, he was after all the Emperor, and one not to offend! Xuanrao wrapped a piece of meat in lettuce and handed it over, ¡°Emperor, please enjoy.¡± He Ying looked at the food offered to him, feeling a bit of appetite since it was quite late and he was hungry, but thinking that Sang Yan was hungrier, he said, ¡°Let her eat it.¡± Xuanrao: ¡°¡­¡± Alright then. His heart ached for Sang Yan, and so did hers. They were on the same page. She decisively stuffed it into Sang Yan¡¯s mouth. But Sang Yan stopped her, took the food, and stuffed it into He Ying¡¯s mouth instead. Xuanrao: ¡°!!!¡± If she had been from modern times, she would know she was being fed dog food right now. Suddenly, the roasted meat in her hand didn¡¯t taste as good anymore. He Ying found it delicious! Extremely delicious! That roast meat was the tastiest thing he had ever eaten in his life. ¡°Actually, I am not hungry.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s try something new. Emperor, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s a bit tastier wrapped with lettuce than before?¡± ¡°Um. Both are delicious.¡± If only there weren¡¯t any cloves of garlic. He disliked the taste of garlic in his mouth, so he let Pei Muyang pour tea, and he rinsed his mouth several times. Influenced by him, Sang Yan also followed suit, drinking tea to rinse her mouth. Xuanrao watched as the couple echoed each other. She had intended to feed Sang Yan another piece but changed her mind, stuffing it into Yun Qiao¡¯s mouth instead. ¡°They don¡¯t care for it; let¡¯s just eat our own.¡± She and Yun Qiao ate until their mouths were greasy. ¡°Your Majesty¡ª¡± Sang Ruoshui suddenly arrived. She gave her respects to He Ying and then turned to look at Sang Yan: ¡°I heard Sister was grilling meat. Little sister came to ask for a bite too.¡± Sang Yan looked at the bare grill, smiled awkwardly, ¡°You¡¯ve come too late. We¡¯ve finished eating.¡± Meanwhile, Xuanrao shoved the last two pieces of meat into her mouth. It was clear she had no intention of leaving any for Sang Ruoshui. Sang Ruoshui saw it all, immediately frowning: ¡°Xuan Family, be careful you don¡¯t choke.¡± She had already learned that Sang Yan frequently visited the Cold Palace, treating Xuanrao like a sister. Although she didn¡¯t much care about this sister in her heart, seeing this sister being nice to an outsider was also irritating. She really wanted to ask whether she was truly a Sang Family¡¯s daughter. Or did she treat her as if she were dead? The more Sang Ruoshui thought about it, the angrier she became. Seeing that Xuanrao didn¡¯t bow to her, Sang Ruoshui took the opportunity to pick a fight: ¡°Xuan Family, have you forgotten something? Have you been in the Cold Palace for so long that you¡¯ve forgotten the rules?¡± Xuanrao knew Sang Ruoshui was picking a fight, but did not argue. She immediately knelt down to pay respects: ¡°Greetings to Princess Consort Sang.¡± Seeing Xuanrao kneel, Sang Ruoshui felt a little better inside. Then, as if she had forgotten to allow her to rise, she turned her head to the Emperor: ¡°Emperor, your concubine also craves some roasted meat.¡± Her voice was coy, her demeanor both gentle and charming. Due to Sang Yan¡¯s presence, He Ying had always shown her favor. He said, ¡°The marinated meat will be brought over soon. We will grill it again. Just wait a moment.¡± Hearing this, Sang Ruoshui immediately smiled sweetly: ¡°Thank you, Emperor. Your concubine will have the honor of tasting it.¡± Saying this, she turned around, opened the food box held by Xiangxiu, and took out two dishes of washed and cut fruits, one melon and one watermelon. ¡°Returning a favor with a favor is an ancient courtesy. Your concubine thought after eating all that greasy food, the Emperor would surely like some fruit to cleanse his palate. Hence, I brought some over. I hope the Emperor will honor me by trying some.¡± Her smile was tender, full of consideration. He Ying couldn¡¯t help but give her praise: ¡°You are considerate.¡± Afterward, he picked up a piece of watermelon and handed it to Sang Yan. Sang Yan was helping Xuanrao stand up. But Xuanrao refused, whispering, ¡°Princess Consort Sang hasn¡¯t given me permission to rise yet.¡± Sang Yan had no choice but to look at Sang Ruoshui, reminding her, ¡°The Emperor is still here. Mind your manners.¡± Sang Ruoshui knew the Emperor always heeded her words, and she couldn¡¯t very well start a quarrel in front of him, so she could only suppress her displeasure. She smiled and said, ¡°Sister, forgive me. Seeing you with the Emperor, I was so happy I forgot everything. Xuan Family, I apologize for neglecting you, please rise.¡± In her mind, if it were anywhere else, she would have made her kneel indefinitely. Xuanrao knew full well what Sang Ruoshui was thinking. Yet, she could only say, ¡°Thank you, Princess Consort Sang.¡± She stood up, saw her place had been taken by Sang Ruoshui, and could only silently step aside. There was a time when she held the title of Imperial Concubine¡ª Enough. It¡¯s no use dwelling on the past. ¡°Xuanrao, sit here and join us for some fruit.¡± Sang Yan invited her to eat the fruit together. Xuanrao was about to politely decline¡ª Sang Ruoshui interjected: ¡°Sister, in this Imperial Palace, hierarchy is paramount. With her status, how can she join the seat?¡± Sang Yan frowned upon hearing this: ¡°She and I are friends. Among friends, what¡¯s this about status and ranking?¡± Sang Ruoshui persisted, paying attention to the Emperor¡¯s expression, softly said: ¡°Sister, these words are improper. How you interact in private is none of my concern, but in front of the Emperor, there¡¯s a clear distinction between the noble and the humble, and it must not be overstepped.¡± Saying so, she looked towards the Emperor, seeking his support: ¡°Emperor, what do you think?¡± He Ying didn¡¯t wish for Sang Yan to continue her close friendship with Xuanrao, so he nodded in agreement: ¡°Princess Consort is right, there is a clear distinction between ranks, and it indeed should not be overstepped.¡± The atmosphere instantly turned cold. Sang Yan hadn¡¯t expected him to speak in favor of Sang Ruoshui. She felt both jealous and angry: ¡°If the Emperor values rules so much, I would still be at the estate, living as a widow for my deceased husband!¡± Chapter 63 - Chapter 63: Chapter 063 Suxi Chapter 63: Chapter 063 Suxi He Ying was at a loss for words. Regarding this matter, his actions had indeed been improper. But he was the Emperor, who would dare lecture him on propriety? However, he liked her and did not want to upset her, so he acquiesced, changing his statement, ¡°But rules are rigid, people are flexible. The atmosphere is lively right now, Princess Consort Sang, let¡¯s not ruin the mood.¡± Sang Ruoshui: ¡°¡­¡± She felt reprimanded and was very annoyed, her dissatisfaction towards Sang Yan increased even more. To think that for a stranger, he would humiliate her like this! Yet all she could do was respond with a smile, ¡°The Emperor is right, it is I who am too rigid.¡± With that, the minor episode passed. The palace maid also brought over the cured meat. The barbecue event continued. Sang Ruoshui also got to eat some barbecue. But even the gourmet food could not mend her foul mood. Upon returning to Yuesang Palace with the smell of fireworks still clinging to her, her expression immediately darkened. ¡°This is outrageous! Utterly outrageous!¡± She was so angry that she threw things around, saying, ¡°Using a stranger to anger me! Does she not consider me her sister at all? Fool! Idiot! I¡¯ve never seen anyone bend over backwards like this!¡± Xiangxiu watched indifferently, too tired to say anything. After Sang Ruoshui vented her anger and broke out in sweat, she sat down to rest for a while, then went to write a letter. She wanted her mother to come into the palace and teach her a good lesson! * Sang Yan had been busy with a barbecue party the day before and went to bed late. The next day Even the cat did not wake her. When she woke up naturally, it was already late in the morning. After quickly freshening up, she was ready to have breakfast when she heard Qiuzhi say, ¡°Miss, Princess Consort Sang has sent a message that your mother has arrived and asks you to come to Yuesang Palace as soon as possible.¡± Her original mother? Why had she come to the palace all of a sudden? Had something happened and she was seeking her help? Thinking this, Sang Yan no longer found her meal appetizing. She ate hastily. Then she went to Yuesang Palace. As soon as she entered, she heard her original mother¡¯s crying. ¡°What are we going to do?¡± ¡°Your sister-in-law is still pregnant!¡± ¡°That¡¯s the Sang Family¡¯s lifeline!¡± ¡°How am I supposed to explain this when your father and brothers return?¡± ¡°Oh heavens, how am I to live with this!¡± The chaotic crying communicated no useful information. Sang Yan frowned as she entered, asking, ¡°What happened?¡± Mrs. Lin¡¯s eyes were red and swollen, her hair disheveled. Seeing her eldest daughter, she flung herself at her, sobbing, ¡°Ah Yan, what am I to do? Your younger brother¡¯s wife, your sister-in-law, is missing!¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Missing? Did that mean she had disappeared? She hurriedly asked, ¡°What do you mean? Explain clearly!¡± Mrs. Lin sobbed, ¡°It was the night before last. After having dinner, your sister-in-law said she was tired; pregnant women are often like that, so I didn¡¯t think much about it and let her go to her room to sleep. But the next day, she wasn¡¯t in her room anymore. The maids who were supposed to stay up through the night were too deep asleep and didn¡¯t know a thing. Anyway, she was gone.¡± Listening, Sang Yan felt it either seemed like elopement or a kidnapping. If it was a kidnapping, who could it be? ¡°Why kidnap a pregnant woman?¡± ¡°Is it for revenge or retribution?¡± While pondering this, Sang Yan heard Mrs. Lin crying, ¡°Your brother¡¯s wife¡¯s pregnancy is unstable; what are we going to do if something happens?¡± The situation was serious and urgent. In this backward era, complications with a pregnant woman could easily lead to her death along with the unborn child¡¯s! Sang Yan also became anxious, ¡°Has a report been made to the authorities?¡± Just as Mrs. Lin was about to speak, she turned pale, her body swayed, but luckily Sang Ruoshui supported her. ¡°Mother, don¡¯t cry, sit down and talk.¡± Sang Ruoshui helped Mrs. Lin to sit down on a chair. Wiping her tears, Mrs. Lin sobbed, ¡°We have reported it, but a day has passed and nothing has been discovered.¡± She was crying so hard that she looked like she was about to faint. Sang Yan hurriedly console her, ¡°Don¡¯t panic; the more you hurry, the more confused you¡¯ll get. Now that Mrs. Lin has come to the palace, she must be seeking help from the Emperor. The matter is indeed urgent. Sang Yan quickly asked Qiuzhi to summon the Emperor. When He Ying arrived, Mrs. Lin had already fainted from crying and was resting on Sang Ruoshui¡¯s bed. Seeing the Emperor arrive, Sang Ruoshui also started sobbing weakly, ¡°Your Majesty, please, you must save my sister-in-law.¡± He Ying nodded then turned to Sang Yan and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the exact situation?¡± He had already heard about the disappearance of Sang Yan¡¯s sister-in-law, Suxi, from Qiuzhi. Sang Yan had less knowledge about the disappearance of Suxi than Sang Ruoshui did, so she let her speak, ¡°Stop crying and quickly tell the Emperor the details.¡± Reminded by Sang Yan, Sang Ruoshui held back her tears and explained, ¡°My sister-in-law went missing the night before last. She is now five months pregnant. She is indifferent and quiet, hardly goes out, and definitely doesn¡¯t make enemies. Who would target her? My second brother adores her. He¡¯s currently away with our father in Wuzhou to exterminate locusts and even wrote asking me to take good care of her, and now she¡¯s gone¡­¡± Tears welled up again at this point. Growing impatient, Sang Yan pressed, ¡°Have you checked with her parents¡¯ home? Could she have gone back there herself?¡± Sang Ruoshui raised her teary eyes, her expression dazed, ¡°Did you forget, sister? My sister-in-law doesn¡¯t have a family.¡± Sang Yan was at a loss. How could she know about the original host¡¯s sister-in-law? After the original host became a widow, she lived in despondence, her memory was muddled, knowing only that her brother had married. ¡°How does she not have a family?¡± Sang Yan felt that the issue might be related to the original host¡¯s sister-in-law. Sang Ruoshui explained, ¡°She was brought here by my second brother from Min State four years ago. At that time, Min State was in chaos, her family had all died, and she had lost her memory out of shock. My brother, seeing her pitiable state, brought her back.¡± A hero saving a damsel in distress? And amnesia? Sang Yan felt this plot was heading toward melodrama. She couldn¡¯t help speculating, ¡°Could it be she regained her memory and remembered her family? And went back home?¡± Sang Ruoshui shook her head, ¡°She would have left a note then. My brother loves her dearly, and our parents never mistreated her. Now that she¡¯s pregnant, how could she leave without a word?¡± Could your brother have had a deep feud with her? Did he deceive her by his side while she had amnesia? Now that your brother is away, she suddenly remembers everything, recalls what your brother did, and decides to leave? Sang Yan suppressed these wild thoughts and asked, ¡°Why was Sang Jue in Min State at the time?¡± Hearing this question, Sang Ruoshui frowned, ¡°Don¡¯t you remember that too, sister? He was traveling abroad for studies, apprenticed with the Swordsman Tan Yunjian from Min State, learning swordsmanship, just when the conflict broke out.¡± It sounded innocuous enough. Yet, Sang Yan still felt something was amiss. But what exactly? She couldn¡¯t figure it out at the moment. At this moment, He Ying said, ¡°First draw a likeness of your sister-in-law. I will send a Hidden Guard to secretly look for her.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Sang Ruoshui quickly drew a portrait of Suxi. Suxi had a serene demeanor, with a hint of vermillion in her eyebrows and eyes, which added a sense of aloofness that seemed unapproachable. Now rendered on the paper, in between the lines of her face, aside from aloofness, was there also a sense of desolation? Looking at the portrait, Sang Yan thought to herself: What secrets does this Suxi hide? Chapter 64 - Chapter 64: Chapter 064: Stealing Wife Chapter 64: Chapter 064: Stealing Wife Suxi sat in the coach headed toward Min State. The coach moved very slowly. The ¡°coachman¡± seemed quite at ease. He even began to play the flute. The sound of the flute was clear, distant, and melodious, like the music of the heavens. But Suxi really wasn¡¯t in the mood to listen. She lifted the curtain and looked at the person driving the coach, ¡°Hero Tan, could we go a bit faster?¡± Tan Yunjian stopped playing when he heard her and turned around, but his gaze landed on her swollen belly, ¡°You are with child; it¡¯s not advisable to travel hastily.¡± It was as if Suxi had just remembered her pregnancy. She touched her belly and murmured absent-mindedly, ¡°Do you think he will mind?¡± Tan Yunjian shook his head with a smile, ¡°He won¡¯t.¡± Suxi was puzzled, ¡°Why are you so certain, Hero Tan?¡± Tan Yunjian explained with a smile, ¡°On the way here, I already asked him: if you had relations with another and became pregnant, would he mind? He said that he loves you, no matter what you are.¡± ¡°I was overthinking it.¡± Tears fell from Suxi¡¯s eyes, ¡°He never minded that I came from a singer¡¯s background, even when I was with another man.¡± Tan Yunjian nodded, his eyes expressing approval, ¡°Yu Pochuan is a gentleman. A gentleman is open and magnanimous; how would he be troubled by mundane social conventions?¡± ¡°But this child¡ª¡± Suxi closed her eyes, hardly able to bear it. She could even feel its heartbeat. Tan Yunjian said, ¡°The child is innocent.¡± Suxi didn¡¯t reply. She let the curtain fall and sat back down. The coach continued on. One day. Two days. Three days. They were getting closer to Min State. Longing for home, Suxi couldn¡¯t help but urge Tan Yunjian to speed up. Tan Yunjian also wished to deliver her swiftly and so he drove through the night. The moon shone bright, and the stars were sparse. The bamboo forest rustled. A dark figure blocked the coach¡¯s path. ¡°Whoa¡ª¡± Tan Yunjian pulled on the horse reins and sized up the stranger: a young man in black clothes, tall and lean, with a handsome face like jade, but his eyes were sharp, faintly revealing a murderous aura. ¡°May I ask who you are?¡± He didn¡¯t recognize the man. When did such an outstanding young hero appear in the worldly society? ¡°I am Jiang Ke.¡± After Jiang Ke introduced himself, he looked inside the coach and stated his purpose, ¡°I have come to take the Sang Family¡¯s second young wife back.¡± Tan Yunjian had already guessed his intention, bowed with hands clasped, and said with a smile, ¡°So it¡¯s Young Hero Jiang. I¡¯ve heard a great deal about you; it is an honor to meet you at last. Forgive my manners.¡± Jiang Ke had no interest in pleasantries and said coldly, ¡°There¡¯s no need for talk. Today, no matter what you say, I will take her back.¡± His tone was firm, showing no consideration for the other¡¯s feelings. Even though he knew that Tan Yunjian was a knight renowned across the land. ¡°Then allow me a few words at least.¡± Tan Yunjian still wore a good-natured, smiley face, and with a nonchalance that belied Jiang Ke¡¯s impatience, he said, ¡°Since you could find this place, you must have some clout in worldly society, and you should be aware that I¡¯ve come for Yu Pochuan. Suxi was originally Yu Pochuan¡¯s wife. Sang Jue¡¯s act of secretly keeping another¡¯s wife is unjust. We both belong to the same society, we should be motivated by chivalry and righteousness.¡± ¡°I have no interest whatsoever in the deed of traveling a thousand miles to return another¡¯s wife. All I know is that she is the second young lady of the Sang Family, and you have abducted her here.¡± With that, he drew his sword and thrust it forward. The two of them, finding no common ground, began to fight. Tan Yunjian, in the prime of his youth and with a wealth of combat experience, held a slight advantage. But Jiang Ke was a youthful and extraordinary talent, able to learn his opponent¡¯s techniques during battle and use them against him. Thus, with two strong opponents facing off, the fight was intense and neither were willing to back down. ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Boom!¡± Their figures whirled and darted through the bamboo forest, with swords clashing mid-air, sending out sparks, and wherever the sword energy passed, bamboo stalks were cut down. Dust filled the air. Both men lightly tapped their toes and ascended into the high bamboo forest. The night wind howled, causing their robes to flap wildly and rustle loudly. ¡°Suxi once a singer in Lord Min Shen Kaitai¡¯s household, cherished by Lord Min, was allowed to stay by his side. Yu Pochuan served as his aide, young and talented, and earned his trust, also remaining close by his side. Known to each other in such a way, with time affection grew, but it started from emotions and ended with propriety. Unexpectedly, Lord Min noticed their deep feelings, and, suffering, let go of his love to make their union possible.¡± In the midst of their duel, Tan Yunjian narrated their love story. He aimed to touch Jiang Ke with the tale of love. For he, too, had been moved by their complicated romance. ¡°Four years ago, the Emperor launched an attack on Min State. Lord Min was defeated and fled. Suxi followed Yu Pochuan in his escape. Unfortunately, their whereabouts were leaked in Song City. The Emperor¡¯s troops pursued them. Lord Min killed himself in despair. Suxi and Han Pochuan chose to die for their lord by jumping from Wugu Cliff. And the one who leaked their location was none other than Sang Jue.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have time for your stories! Who Sang Jue is, is also none of my business!¡± Jiang Ke had come in search of the woman solely to please Sang Yan. After all, it was a matter of the Sang Family. Sang Yan must be worried about the safety of this young lady from her family. If he could return the second young lady of the Sang Family safe and sound, perhaps Sang Yan, moved by the gesture, would agree to marry him. Thinking thus, he shouted, ¡°Tan Yunjian, they are now the past, stop meddling in others¡¯ feelings!¡± Having said that, he lunged with his sword. Tan Yunjian parried and backed away, continuing, ¡°It is not that I wish to meddle, but I must. Because this tragic fate began with me.¡± Jiang Ke didn¡¯t listen, and continued his pursuit to kill Tan Yunjian. Tan Yunjian avoided the fight, simply running in circles. His qinggong was really exceptional! Jiang Ke, infuriated, cursed, ¡°What are you shrinking back for? Is there no end to this?¡± Tan Yunjian laughed, ¡°It¡¯s almost over. Young Hero Jiang, don¡¯t be impatient. The story is about to come to an end.¡± Jiang Ke: ¡°¡­¡± He really didn¡¯t want to hear the story at all! But Tan Yunjian, caught up in his own narrative, said, ¡°Sang Jue is resolute and adaptable; once, to become my disciple, he willingly became a servant. I had owed Lord Min a favor and promised to protect him for three years. However, I truly dislike constraints, so I entrusted the task to Sang Jue. Little did I expect that after gaining some skills, he indeed went to serve Lord Min, but betrayed him at the most critical moment.¡± Forced to listen to this point, Jiang Ke replied, ¡°Are you trying to say, that while Sang Jue was protecting Lord Min, he also fell for Suxi, and betrayed Lord Min to get her?¡± Tan Yunjian shook his head, ¡°No, Sang Jue served He Country and naturally wouldn¡¯t be loyal to Lord Min. This is a matter of political stance, and I can understand that. But what he should not have done is to save Suxi and then, taking advantage of her amnesia, keep her as his wife. The man is cunning and selfish, stealing love with a heavy hand, relying on power, deceiving and taking possession; indeed, he is not fit to be a husband.¡± Jiang Ke: ¡°¡­¡± Listening to this did make one¡¯s fists clench. ¡°So, you¡¯re going to return her to Yu Pochuan?¡± ¡°Correct.¡± Tan Yunjian nodded seriously and continued, ¡°After jumping off the cliff together, Yu Pochuan and Suxi fell into the torrential river, luckily surviving, but with a broken leg. For four years, he dragged his crippled leg in search of Suxi. A month ago, he found her in the Imperial City, yet due to the Sang Family¡¯s influence, he could not take his wife back and sorrowfully returned to Min State. Now, pining away, he lies sick in bed, fearing his life is at its end.¡± It was truly pitiable. How could Tan Yunjian sit idly by and do nothing? After hearing the whole story, Jiang Ke hesitated at last, ¡°Really? Is Yu Pochuan truly dying?¡± Chapter 65 - Chapter 65: Chapter 065 Righteous Act Chapter 65: Chapter 065 Righteous Act Tan Yunjian nodded, ¡°I¡¯m not deceiving anyone. His health was already poor, and after suffering humiliation from Sang Jue, coupled with his longing for Suxi, once he returned to Min State, he became bedridden with illness.¡± ¡°Please, show some compassion, Young Master Jiang.¡± At this time, Suxi got off the carriage. Her face was pale and cold, and she held a hairpin in her hand, pressing it against her throat. Because of the force she applied, blood was already faintly visible. ¡°I want to go to Min State. If Young Master Jiang wishes to take me back, then he may take back my corpse.¡± Her threat was forceful. Jiang Ke did not wish to harm her and could only persuade her, ¡°Sang Jue may have been at fault, but these years, he has treated you exceedingly well. I have also heard some rumors that he faced great pressure from his parents when he married you.¡± ¡°So what?¡± Suxi was indifferent. ¡°Because he was good to me, should I forgive his deeds? Lord Min was my benefactor, and he died horribly because of it. Yu Lang was my husband, and he became disabled because of it. My love for my husband was deep and affectionate, and it was shattered because of it. He harmed me, deceived me; he is¡­ my nemesis!¡± The last few words were spoken with a heavy bite, filled with hatred. ¡°I will never forgive him.¡± Her hatred could only be alleviated by pain. Thus, she forcefully pressed the jade hairpin into her skin, and blood trickled down her delicate neck, shockingly vivid. Seeing this, Jiang Ke had no choice but to step back, ¡°The Emperor has sent his armies to Min State, and Lord Min is doomed. Even without Sang Jue, he wouldn¡¯t have lived much longer. You can¡¯t blame everything on him.¡± ¡°But he is directly responsible for the death of Lord Min.¡± Suxi cried out in agony, ¡°Do you know the life I¡¯ve led since regaining my memory? It¡¯s unbearable, worse than death! Lord Min treated me with great kindness, and my husband was deeply devoted and honorable. I could not repay either of them, except with my worthless life.¡± She closed her eyes, resolute in her intent to die. ¡°Stop!¡± Tan Yunjian intervened, ¡°Don¡¯t be rash! Hero Yu is still waiting for you in Min State.¡± Jiang Ke was also startled by Suxi, no longer daring to force the issue, and could only say, ¡°I will not meddle in the emotions between the three of you. You may leave today, but I must inform the Sang Family of this matter.¡± This was the best outcome possible. Tan Yunjian bowed in gratitude, ¡°Thank you, Young Hero Jiang, for your righteous act.¡± ¡°You overpraise me,¡± Jiang Ke half-mocked, half-melancholic, ¡°Your efforts to punish evil and promote good, to return a wife over a thousand miles, that is a righteous act. I am unworthy of it!¡± He returned the bow, sheathed his sword, mounted his horse, and galloped off. * Imperial Palace Another day with no news. Sang Yan entered Yuesang Palace to find Ms. Lin, brimming with anticipation, uncertain how to break the silence. Ms. Lin had been running to the Imperial Palace for several days now, full of hope only to be disappointed repeatedly. Now, upon seeing Sang Yan shake her head, she felt numb. ¡°It¡¯s all destiny.¡± Ms. Lin wiped away her tears, her voice hoarse, ¡°When I calculated their fortunes, it was already full of twists and turns, fraught with danger. Now, the prophecy has come true!¡± Listening, Sang Yan offered comfort, ¡°You also mentioned it was fraught with danger, which means they should be able to turn misfortune into good fortune.¡± Ms. Lin nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s hope so.¡± Sang Yan continued to comfort her, ¡°The Emperor has already dispatched riders to tell Sang Jue at top speed. He should arrive today.¡± Upon hearing that her son was coming back, Ms. Lin felt both joy and sorrow, ¡°I have wronged him! If I had known what would happen today, I wouldn¡¯t have let him go with your father. He was only being filial, saying that dealing with the locust plague was arduous and he wanted to help. But now, now¨C¡± She broke down crying again. Sang Ruoshui came over to console her, ¡°Second brother won¡¯t blame you. You said it yourself; he was very filial.¡± These past few days, handling the matter of Suxi¡¯s disappearance had been delayed. Now, it was time to mention it. ¡°Sister, you¡¯re remarkably composed,¡± ¡°No matter whether it¡¯s our second brother or me, we may as well not exist.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, in your eyes, there¡¯s only the one in the Cold Palace¡ªyou treat others like sisters!¡± Sang Ruishui sarcastically provoked, saying to Ms. Lin, ¡°Mother, you truly gave birth to a good daughter!¡± Ms. Lin was puzzled, ¡°What do you mean?¡± Sang Ruishui pushed on Ms. Lin¡¯s arm and looked towards Sang Yan, ¡°Whatever your daughter means, why don¡¯t you go ask your elder sister?¡± So, Ms. Lin turned to Sang Yan and asked, ¡°Ah Yan, what¡¯s happening with you sisters? What¡¯s this little squabble about? Why would Ruishui say that?¡± Sang Yan hadn¡¯t expected Sang Ruishui to bring up Xuanrao at this time. She was amazed; even under these circumstances, she still had the mood to stir up trouble without any sense of the bigger picture. ¡°You, too, aren¡¯t you a good daughter?¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t indulge her and retorted sarcastically, ¡°Mother is currently so anxious about Suxi¡¯s situation she¡¯s beside herself with worry, and you still have the spare energy to nitpick over these trifles¡ªare you trying to worry her to death?¡± Sang Ruishui was rebuked and found herself at a loss for words for a moment. It seemed she had been careless, forgetting about her mother¡¯s health situation and their current predicament. ¡°I, I didn¡¯t¡ª¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t what?¡± For the first time, Sang Yan clearly expressed her dissatisfaction, ¡°You don¡¯t harbor petty grudges or selfishness? You don¡¯t spend your days lingering in lowly matters, thinking about how to scheme for personal gain? Sang Ruishui, you¡¯ve made your life too pitiable! If I were you, and had made progress with the guqin, I would diligently study the art, compose some famous melodies to be passed down to future generations.¡± Like Ji Kang¡¯s ¡°Guangling San¡± or Bo Ya¡¯s ¡°Gao Mountain Flowing Water¡±¡ªso legendary! She had felt regretful in modern times that almost all the elites in every field of ancient times were men. Had ancient women awakened to their potential and shone brightly, how many treasures might they have left for future generations? Critiqued by Sang Yan, Sang Ruishui was naturally dissatisfied and retorted, ¡°And you, elder sister? I haven¡¯t seen you do anything either. It¡¯s quite bold of you to lecture me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Yes! It seemed she hadn¡¯t truly done anything, just idly passing her days. Perhaps she should take advantage of the Emperor¡¯s favor and do something for the women of this world. But what should she do? ¡°Ruishui, how could you speak to your sister like this?¡± These past few days, Ms. Lin had seen a lot of Sang Yan and felt that after spending time with the Emperor, her every gesture carried an authoritative nobility, which made Ms. Lin feel fear. Her daughter before her was not just a daughter but also the Emperor¡¯s favorite! Thus, she interacted with Sang Yan with a cautious manner. She hadn¡¯t expected her younger daughter to be so blunt! Seeing that her mother was defending Sang Yan made Sang Ruishui feel even more aggrieved, ¡°Mother, is she still my sister? Clearly enjoying the Emperor¡¯s favor, she won¡¯t even help me. It¡¯s bad enough that she hoards the Emperor¡¯s affection for herself, but she also repeatedly helps outsiders. Princess Consort Li, the Xuan Family, they¡¯ve all come to tread over me!¡± Her words were becoming extravagantly off the deep end. Plainly speaking, she was the one with the highest status in the Imperial Palace, an untouchable figure. ¡°You keep making things up!¡± Sang Yan was done engaging and turned to leave. Seeing this, Sang Ruishui became both furious and aggrieved, stamping her foot, ¡°Mother, look at her! This is how she treats me! She doesn¡¯t take me seriously at all!¡± ¡°Shut your mouth!¡± Sang Yan turned and shouted, ¡°If I truly didn¡¯t take you seriously, I would have stopped you when you instigated the Emperor to investigate, and those in the Cold Palace wouldn¡¯t have died in vain. Sang Ruishui, don¡¯t you feel afraid when you sleep at night? So much of their blood was shed, their fingers subjected to severe torture, enough to expose the bone¡ª¡± ¡°Stop talking!¡± Sang Ruishui shook her head, not wanting to think of the images her sister described. Sang Yan couldn¡¯t be bothered to say more, directly expressing her stance, ¡°Regardless of my relationship with the Emperor, none of you should think to use me to vie for fame or manipulate power. Otherwise, you will learn what it means to be impartial and just, where a Prince¡¯s crime is the same as a common person¡¯s!¡± Chapter 66 - Chapter 66: Chapter 066 Jealousy Chapter 66: Chapter 066 Jealousy Her aura was formidable. Mother and daughter dared not speak for a moment. ¡°Take care of yourselves.¡± Sang Yan dropped this phrase and stepped out of the Yuesang Palace. Outside Little Guizi quietly waited. Upon seeing her emerge, he ran up with a beaming smile, ¡°Lord Sang, Lady Xuan invites you to visit.¡± Sang Yan nodded and boarded the carriage to the Cold Palace. Cold Palace After renovations, it had become much brighter and beautiful. Yun Qiao had even transplanted many flowers from the Imperial Garden into pots and arranged them in a long line in front of the palace gate. The wind blew. The flower branches quivered, their fragrance wafting through the air, stunningly beautiful. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï¦Í?¦Ï.§ã? ¡°Lord Sang, greetings¡ª¡± Her smile was as blooming as the flowers as she stepped forward to bow. Sang Yan waved her hand with a smile, ¡°No need, go about your business.¡± Then, she stepped inside. Inside the palace Xuanrao was reading at a desk. Hearing footsteps, she turned around and waved with a smile, ¡°Ah Yan, come here, come quickly¡ª¡± Seeing her merry laughter, Sang Yan felt much relieved from the burden of the Sang Family¡¯s affairs. How could she not wish to be here where it was tranquil and soothing? ¡°What¡¯s got you so excited?¡± She asked with a smile. Xuanrao replied, ¡°I¡¯ve been studying divination these past few days. Come, come, take a look¡ª¡± Divination involved using three copper coins. Xuanrao threw them, recorded the result, and did this six times before consulting her book. Was this learning on the fly? Sang Yan watched her busy herself with a smile and cooperatively asked, ¡°What does this divination tell us?¡± Xuanrao was still flipping through the book, the text abstruse, causing her a headache, ¡°Wait a moment, don¡¯t rush me.¡± Sang Yan waited for the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Finally, Xuanrao figured it out. She looked at Sang Yan, chin in hand, shaking her head, assuming a profound air, ¡°This divination, tsk tsk, is a mixed omen!¡± Sang Yan held back a laugh and asked, ¡°What do you mean by ¡®mixed omen¡¯? Go on, explain in detail.¡± Xuanrao said, ¡°¡­ Give me another moment.¡± She flipped through the book again. This time, she was faster, making Sang Yan wait for half a cup of tea¡¯s duration. ¡°The conclusion is¡­ good news is about to arrive at our door.¡± Xuanrao closed the book, her gentle smile carrying a healing power, ¡°So, stop worrying needlessly.¡± Sang Yan knew she staged this to comfort her, and felt deeply touched, nodding with a smile, ¡°I¡¯m alright. I haven¡¯t been overly worried. I¡¯ve done my best. The Emperor is also using the nation¡¯s resources to search. To do our best and leave the rest to fate, without resentment.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the spirit.¡± Xuanrao nodded with a smile, starting to share her own experience, ¡°Look at me. My father died on the battlefield, my young brother suffered under my stepmother, and I, being the eldest sister, stuck in the Cold Palace, unable to help. If I dwelt on guilt and anxiety, I¡¯d have exhausted myself to death by now. I don¡¯t think so much anymore. Enduring the bitterest hardships, he¡¯ll become a superior man. Circumstances change, and see, haven¡¯t they turned in my favor now?¡± She was optimistic and content with her current life. With no worries about food and drink, and companions by her side, life was joyous indeed. Hearing her mention her family, Sang Yan knew that Xuanrao still missed them to some extent and said, ¡°Once matters here settle, I¡¯ll request the Emperor to release you from the palace.¡± Touched by her words, yet declining, Xuanrao said, ¡°Don¡¯t upset the Emperor for my sake. I¡¯ve long forsaken any attachment to leaving. Now that I have you, I almost don¡¯t want to leave.¡± Sang Yan felt a deep agreement, suddenly saying, ¡°I feel the same. I don¡¯t want you to leave either. The Imperial Palace would be dull without you.¡± Both smiled at each other, chatting idly¡ª When Little Guizi hurried in, ¡°Lord Sang, Lord Sang, the Emperor summons you.¡± The Emperor could summon her countless times in a day. Sang Yan sat calmly and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Little Guizi replied, ¡°It must be about the Sang Family; I saw people coming from outside the palace.¡± Hearing this, Sang Yan looked at Xuanrao in surprise, ¡°You really predicted it, good news has come?¡± Xuanrao, ¡°¡­¡± Was she a genius? To learn and succeed immediately? Sang Yan didn¡¯t say much, immediately stood up, bid farewell to Xuanrao, and hurriedly left. Upon reaching the side palace of Yuesang Palace The Emperor was already seated, drinking tea, waiting for her. ¡°Emperor, is there any news about Suxi?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Where is she?¡± ¡°Someone sent a message saying that the Swordsman Tan Yunjian took away your younger sister.¡± ¡°Tan Yunjian?¡± Sang Yan felt the name sounded familiar and after thinking for a while, exclaimed in surprise, ¡°Isn¡¯t that the master of Sang Jue mentioned by Sang Ruoshui?¡± Could it be the scenario where the disciple falls in love with the master¡¯s wife? Is it really that melodramatic and thrilling? At that moment, He Ying nodded, ¡°Yes, it is.¡± Perplexed, Sang Yan pressed for more details, ¡°So, what is the relationship between those three people?¡± Seeing her interest, He Ying playfully held back the information, ¡°How do you know it¡¯s three people, and not four?¡± Assured that Suxi was safe, Sang Yan¡¯s curiosity was ignited like a blazing fire. ¡°Four people? What¡¯s the situation?¡± She couldn¡¯t help but slam the table across him and urged, ¡°What are you dragging your feet for? Hurry up and tell.¡± He Ying, seeing her eagerness, delayed even more, ¡°Before I tell you, answer me one question first.¡± Sang Yan frowned, ¡°What question?¡± He Ying seriously asked, ¡°What is your relationship with Jiang Ke?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Jiang Ke? The original owner¡¯s uncle? He didn¡¯t mention him, and she almost forgot about this person. ¡°Why bring him up?¡± Sang Yan thought about it, feeling like she might have missed some crucial information. ¡°Just tell me what your relationship is! Don¡¯t change the subject!¡± He Ying¡¯s expression suddenly turned stern, and his voice grew more forceful. Sang Yan perceived it and felt that he was getting jealous. But why would he be jealous of Jiang Ke? Jiang Ke hadn¡¯t even started his official duties yet, even though he would be the future Princely Heir of Marquis Zhongyi Mansion; he wouldn¡¯t normally appear before him, would he? Wait? People from outside the palace? Someone sent a message? Could it be that it was Jiang Ke? Thinking this, Sang Yan carefully replied, ¡°What relationship could I have with him? I don¡¯t even want to be the Imperial Concubine, let alone be his wife as Princely Heir.¡± ¡°Perhaps not unwilling.¡± He Ying¡¯s face was stern, and his tone was incredibly sour, ¡°Aren¡¯t you the Princely Heir¡¯s wife of Jiang Ling? And you¡¯ve been a widow for him for so many years? Maybe you have a soft spot for his family and think about marrying his brother. Otherwise, why wouldn¡¯t you want to remarry someone else to this day?¡± The more he thought about it, the more he felt¡ªshe might have other reasons for insisting on remaining a widow. That Jiang Ke was young and handsome, and also Jiang Ling¡¯s biological brother; if he sweet-talked her, she might be moved. How far had their relationship progressed for the Jiang Family to let her return to her maiden home? It was done. He felt utterly consumed by jealousy. Listening to his words filled with jealousy, Sang Yan felt he was overwhelmed by jealousy and had no confidence in himself, leading him to think she had someone else in her heart. She didn¡¯t argue with him but consoled, ¡°Emperor, you¡¯re overthinking it. I have no romantic feelings for him.¡± He Ying¡¯s expression brightened, ¡°Really?¡± Sang Yan nodded, ¡°Really.¡± ¡°Then why did he request me to decree your marriage?¡± He Ying¡¯s joy on his face faded again, and his demeanor turned cold. Hmph! That young man was indeed bold! But to just relay a message, he politely asked what reward he wanted, and he actually asked for a marriage decree! Outrageous! Sang Yan, unaware of the details, saw his sudden change of expression, her patience ran out, and she snapped, ¡°That¡¯s his problem. What does it have to do with me? Would any man in this world truly care about a woman¡¯s thoughts? Maybe he thinks he likes her, is willing to marry her, and she should just be grateful and happily ready to marry, right?¡± In modern terms, this would mean¡ªdespite looking so ordinary, how could he be so confident? Chapter 67 - Chapter 67: Chapter 067: To Fulfill Chapter 67: Chapter 067: To Fulfill He Ying figured out Sang Yan¡¯s disdain for Jiang Ke, and his mood lifted as he chuckled, ¡°You¡¯re right, not everyone is like me, always respecting your thoughts.¡± He was putting a feather in his own cap. Sang Yan rolled her eyes as she listened: ¡°The Emperor really respects my thoughts, huh? But why am I still trapped in this palace, unable to leave?¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± At a loss for words. He could only return to the topic at hand: ¡°Didn¡¯t you want to know about the relationships of those four people? It¡¯s actually like this¡ª¡± He relayed Jiang Ke¡¯s words to her. Sang Yan hadn¡¯t expected the situation to be so complicated: ¡°Now that they are back in Min State, what about Sang Jue? Suxi is still carrying his child, after all.¡± He Ying, being protective of his own, decisively made his stance clear: ¡°If you wish, I can favor connections over fairness. I can send people to capture them right now. As for Yu Pochuan, being an important associate of the rebels, by law he should be executed.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± That¡¯s not what she meant! From a woman¡¯s perspective, she sympathized with and respected Suxi¡ªher happiness was in her hands, as was the right to choose. From the original host¡¯s perspective, she would probably stand by her brother¡¯s side. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï¦Í?0.?0 Ah. Complicated. She scratched her head in worry: ¡°Let me tell you, matters of the heart are particularly troublesome. One should not meddle lightly.¡± He Ying watched her and laughed: ¡°I will listen to you.¡± From the very beginning, the only one he truly cared about was her. Sang Yan didn¡¯t know whose advice to follow and decided to wait for Sang Jue¡¯s arrival before discussing further. He and Yu Pochuan had to make a choice, one of them had to give up. But the child¡ª She didn¡¯t want to think about it. A pure self-inflicted vexation. In the afternoon, She learned that Sang Jue had entered the Imperial Palace. Discussing state affairs with the Emperor in the main hall of Qingning Palace. Curious about Sang Jue¡¯s approach, she decided to go over. Then, upon entering the main hall, she saw him kneeling on the ground, dressed in black official attire, kneeling upright, saying, ¡°Yu Pochuan is a confidant of Lord Min, a head of the rebel army, adept at flattery, and winning over people¡¯s hearts. Your servant wishes to go to Min State and eradicate the problem at the root for the Emperor to remove this menace.¡± Great, facing his rival, he sure was decisive! ¡°What about Suxi?¡± Sang Yan walked over to Sang Jue and suddenly met his androgynously enchanting face, a shock in her heart: With such an attractive appearance, Sang Jue didn¡¯t move Suxi? What happened to the justice of looks? Could Yu Pochuan¡¯s looks be even better? And if it wasn¡¯t about looks, it must be about talent and character. This also meant Suxi¡¯s feelings for Yu Pochuan were genuine. ¡°Elder sister.¡± Sang Jue called out softly. He remained kneeling. Looking up at Sang Yan from an inferior angle. It unintentionally conveyed a sense of vulnerability. Coupled with that deceptively handsome face, it was an immediate trigger for one¡¯s protective instincts. Sang Yan sighed: Alas, I¡¯m getting old, just a few words from this young man, and I can hardly resist. Daring not to linger her gaze. She slightly averted her eyes, lowering her tone: ¡°You wear a guise of righteousness, wanting to kill Yu Pochuan, but what about Suxi? If she left with him, it means she¡¯s attached to him. What if she chooses to die for love after his death? She¡¯s also carrying your child in her womb!¡± Sang Jue: ¡°¡­¡± He was a cold-hearted person. Only when mentioning Suxi and the child did his fist clench and he forced himself to endure. ¡°Sister is right to reprimand me.¡± He suppressed his surging murderous intent, showing vulnerability and seeking help: ¡°It¡¯s because my brother is too concerned and confused. Do you have any advice?¡± Sang Yan had no advice. If any existed, it would be the art of doing nothing. ¡°I¡¯ve heard Suxi was originally a concubine of Lord Min. Back then, seeing her love for Yu Pochuan, Lord Min arranged their union, earning their respect and becoming a beautiful tale. Now, you could perhaps follow suit.¡± She thought Sang Jue was nothing but a male homewrecker. Clinging to power by less than glorious means, one should know when to step back and allow others to flourish. Sang Jue never expected his sister to say such things, disbelief filling his eyes. If he were to converse with Sang Ruoshui, he would probably agree with her few sentences¡ªAre you really my blood sister? Are you a Sang Family¡¯s daughter? Where has your loyalty shifted to? But he could not speak such words in front of the Emperor. He could only bow his head, suppressing his disappointment, with unavoidable sarcasm slipping through his words, ¡°Sister is truly selfless. Your brother has learned his lesson.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± There, as expected, I was despised. I should not have involved myself in this matter. He Ying had said to listen to Sang Yan, and he truly meant it. He immediately voiced his support, ¡°Your sister speaks sensibly. You are the future Imperial Uncle, what woman could you not have? Since Suxi¡¯s heart belongs to another, let it be. Just let them be together. Should you fancy any woman in the future, simply seek me out to confer a marriage.¡± Sang Jue: ¡°¡­¡± Thank you both so very much! With a word from each, there goes my wife. Dissatisfied in his heart, he could not afford to disrespect the Emperor and managed only to force a smile, ¡°I thank the Emperor for his magnanimity. However, Suxi is carrying the Sang Family¡¯s offspring, I must make a trip to Min State to bring back the child.¡± The lineage was of great importance. He Ying nodded, yet also warned, ¡°Once in Min State, remember to sever past bonds, abide by your word, and refrain from mistakes.¡± How could He Ying not know that Sang Jue was not convinced in his heart? If he were ordered to give up Sang Yan, he would feel the urge to kill that person! Only Sang Yan, who had never truly loved, would speak of such selflessness? A towering man who cannot even protect the woman he loves, what dignity is left for him to live by? ¡°Indeed. I shall bear it in mind.¡± Having agreed, Sang Jue then took his leave. Sang Yan watched him depart, his stiff and steely frame marching with the force of a tiger, his anger clear to see. ¡°Will he truly let them be?¡± A bad premonition surged in her heart. He Ying¡¯s confident response came in just two words: ¡°He won¡¯t.¡± Tension rose unwittingly within Sang Yan, ¡°Are we just going to let him go like this?¡± He Ying said, ¡°I will send Hidden Guards to follow. They will intervene if necessary.¡± Sang Yan was satisfied, ¡°The Emperor has considered everything thoroughly.¡± He Ying raised an eyebrow with a rare nonchalance, ¡°Again with the praise? Aside from verbal compliments, is there no substantial reward?¡± His eyes were serious, ¡°What if I want both? Would you refuse?¡± ¡°It could be arranged.¡± Sang Yan did not refuse, smiling as she extended her arms, slowly adding, ¡°I am here, the Emperor is free to take what he wishes.¡± A mere hug, a single kiss¡ªwho would be afraid? He Ying, not expecting her consent, was excited and moved to embrace her, but sometimes, once obtained, the urgency fades, ¡°Wait a moment, I¡¯ll apply some more Jade Frost Ointment.¡± He was not fearful of her falling ill, but rather that her illness might tarnish his image! The face of Jiang Ke still flashed in his mind. He had to maintain perfect appearance at all times. Sang Yan, not aware of the underlying reasons, simply felt let down. The courage to take the initiative was like a bubble, dissolving in a moment. Hmph, it was his lost opportunity! So, when He Ying returned after applying the Jade Frost Ointment, the halls were empty. He chased after her, but her figure was nowhere to be seen. Pei Muyang stood outside the palace, seeing the Emperor emerge, and without waiting for a question, he weakly said, ¡°Emperor, Lord Sang left a message.¡± He Ying asked, ¡°What message?¡± Pei Muyang replied, ¡°The moment is gone. Perhaps another time.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± When would that be? Chapter 68 - Chapter 68: Chapter 068 Waiting Chapter 68: Chapter 068 Waiting Regarding next time, He Ying was concerned. He had invited Sang Yan to the main hall for dinner that evening. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, he suggested a hug. Sang Yan refused, ¡°There¡¯s no atmosphere.¡± He Ying didn¡¯t understand. ¡°Atmosphere? What do you mean?¡± ¡°Figure it out yourself.¡± Sang Yan teased him on purpose, ¡°You¡¯re so clever, you¡¯ll probably understand what I mean soon enough.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± So, what did she actually mean? He was utterly confused. Sang Yan had disappeared. Or rather, she had fled to the Cold Palace. By the time He Ying vaguely understood what she meant and went to the side hall to look for her, he finally learned she had gone to the Cold Palace. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï¦Í?0.§ã¦Ï This little wild rabbit was too mischievous. ¡°Meow meow¡ª¡± The cat leapt onto his shoulder. He Ying then sat on the soft couch, holding the cat and stroking it. While stroking the cat, he asked, ¡°Snowball, when will your owner come back?¡± Naturally, the cat couldn¡¯t answer. It snuggled comfortably in his arms, occasionally flicking its tail. ¡°Thud¡ª¡± The sound of the night watchman came from outside. The first night watch had begun. Sang Yan hadn¡¯t come back. ¡°Thud¡ªthud¡ª¡± It was now the second night watch. Sang Yan still hadn¡¯t returned. ¡°Meow meow¡ª¡± The cat jumped out of He Ying¡¯s arms and ran away. Heaven, this was too horrifying! If he kept stroking it, it would go bald! Pei Muyang observed the Emperor¡¯s darkening face and whispered softly, ¡°Shall we send someone to urge her?¡± ¡°No need!¡± He Ying refused and coldly said, ¡°I want to see when she¡¯ll come back!¡± He ordered someone to fetch the petitions. He was determined to wait here until the end. Pei Muyang didn¡¯t dare to advise further; he immediately sent someone to bring the petitions, thinking to himself, ¡°Why bother with this? Just send someone to fetch her, and it¡¯s all settled.¡± Two little eunuchs quickly brought the petitions. He Ying irritably flipped through them, occasionally muttering fiercely, ¡°Damn it! Utterly despicable!¡± Eventually, he tossed the petitions to Pei Muyang, fuming, ¡°Look at this, they even dare to draft the petitions in such a dreadful manner!¡± Pei Muyang picked up the petitions, glanced at them briefly, and instantly understood the source of the Emperor¡¯s anger¡ªthe state official¡¯s petition likely had nothing important to report, so he had filled it with trivial personal matters, detailing how many kittens and puppies were born, how many flowers bloomed in his garden each day, how many fruits it bore, even including how many hairs he lost each day¡­ No wonder the Emperor was infuriated. Petitions should report local affairs; what was he doing chatting with the Emperor? Truly daringly seeking death! And as for that matter of breeding and fruit bearing, wasn¡¯t it covertly hurrying along a birth? ¡°Your Majesty, please calm down.¡± Thinking of the official¡¯s well-managed region where people were prosperous and crime was rare, Pei Muyang advised, ¡°That Mr. Dong was promoted by you, surely he¡¯s just too grateful for your kindness, showing familiarity in the petition because he feels close to you.¡± He Ying took a deep breath, holding his forehead and said, ¡°You¡¯re right. You¡¯re right, this man was promoted by me. Promoted by me! Just bear with it! Bear with it¡­¡± Pei Muyang: ¡°¡­¡± Sigh. Being the Emperor is not easy. Each time he encountered such bizarre petitions, it really tested his patience. He Ying, suppressing his anger, read a few more petitions but ultimately couldn¡¯t hold back. ¡°Nothing but nonsense!¡± This time, he was so angry he even swore. The petition had been thrown down once again. Pei Muyang numbly went to pick it up and took a glance, oh, this person he knew well, a official who greatly enjoyed flattering. How much had he written this time? He flipped through the pages, goodness, it was over twenty pages long. ¡°Count them for me!¡± He Ying really meant it this time, ¡°Count every single word clearly, how much nonsense is it this time!¡± Pei Muyang: ¡°¡­¡± Sigh. The Emperor is so boring. Lord Sang, please come and save me. He internally screamed, yet outwardly he could only count word by word. He didn¡¯t know how long he had been counting, but his eyes were dazzled and he finally counted clearly, ¡°Your Majesty, a total of eighteen thousand two hundred words!¡± ¡°Absurd!¡± He Ying slapped the table, his chest heaving with anger, ¡°He¡¯s really skilled now! Truly skilled!¡± Pei Muyang¡¯s mind was still full of numbers, and he no longer had sympathy for the official. He even agreed internally: indeed. To think he had written so many words of flattery. More exaggerated each time. This time, the flattery had even broken the ten-thousand-word record. And it deeply harmed others too! Punishment must be severe! He Ying indeed severely punished him, his face cold as he ordered, ¡°State Official Luo Qishan of Langzhou neglects state affairs, his petition is mere gibberish, all talk and no substance. Sentence him to eighty strokes of the cane. Send Lu Zijin to execute it immediately!¡± Pei Muyang: ¡°¡­¡± Bad luck, bad luck. This person has really walked into disaster. ¡°Your Majesty is wise.¡± He hurried to relay the order. When he got outside the palace, he also instructed a little eunuch, ¡°Quickly go to the Cold Palace and call Lord Sang back.¡± If she doesn¡¯t come back, who knows how many more officials will be unlucky! Cold Palace Sang Yan, unaware of the tensed atmosphere in a side hall of Qingning Palace, was eating French fries with Xuanrao. The fries needed to be served with ketchup, and making ketchup was no easy task, it took her quite some effort. It also delayed the time. Otherwise, they wouldn¡¯t have only just started eating now. ¡°Your culinary skills are simply incredible.¡± Xuanrao, dipping her fries into the ketchup, praised as she ate, ¡°I have never seen someone as skillful and thoughtful as you. Being with you, surprises are at every moment. I was wrong before, this is the real reason the Emperor likes you.¡± Sang Yan thought to herself: I¡¯ve never shown off these skills in front of him. If he knew he wasn¡¯t the first one to eat these fries, he¡¯d probably be very jealous again. ¡°Tastes really good.¡± After praising, Xuanrao had an idea, ¡°If we could leave the palace, and open a restaurant or tavern, business would definitely boom, earning hundreds a day.¡± Listening to her fantasizing, Sang Yan also felt enthused: yes. If they could leave the palace, open a restaurant, spread culinary arts, or even a bookshop to spread culture, especially the culture of gender equality. Although the road would be difficult, it would ultimately serve the public well. This way, she could also shut Lord Sang up claiming she was unproductive. ¡°Xuanrao, it will happen for you.¡± Out of nowhere, a statement. Xuanrao was taken aback, ¡°What? What did you say?¡± Sang Yan looked into her eyes, smiling, ¡°I said, Xuanrao, it will happen for you. I will make the Emperor willingly let you leave the palace.¡± Her eyes were firm and confident, not at all joking. And she had mentioned it many times before. Xuanrao became serious, ¡°Thank you. Ah Yan, I know your intentions for me, but don¡¯t quarrel with the Emperor because of me.¡± Sang Yan shook her head and smiled, ¡°No quarrel. I will make the Emperor willing, even eager, to let you leave.¡± Her tone unshakable with confidence. Xuanrao was truly stunned now, ¡°What idea have you thought of?¡± Sang Yan was about to speak¡ª ¡°Miss! Miss!¡± Qiuzhi grabbed a handful of fries and rushed in, munching as she spoke, ¡°Miss, someone from Qingning Palace has arrived.¡± Upon hearing this, Xuanrao smiled knowingly, ¡°It must be the Emperor sending someone to rush you.¡± Sang Yan did not want to go, reluctantly saying, ¡°Always rushing. So annoying. What¡¯s the difference between sleeping here or in the side hall?¡± There were currently no intimate advances between them. Sleeping in two places didn¡¯t affect anything. If there was worry about Xuanrao harming her, Xuanrao¡¯s recent behavior should have dispelled those concerns. Xuanrao thought about it and guessed, ¡°Perhaps the Emperor is more at ease with just a hall between us?¡± She smiled faintly, though her smile contained a trace of envy and wistfulness. Chapter 69 - Chapter 69: Chapter 069: New Love Chapter 69: Chapter 069: New Love Xuanrao had thought that the Emperor was cold-blooded and unfeeling, incapable of true affection. Unexpectedly, there came a day when she witnessed the sincerity of the Emperor¡¯s feelings. It turned out that the Emperor was just like any ordinary man. When he fell in love with someone, he too would worry and fret, becoming anxious and uneasy the moment he could no longer see them. ¡°Well, I¡¯m leaving now. Xuanrao, good night.¡± ¡°Alright. Good night.¡± Xuanrao came back to her senses and saw Sang Yan out of the palace. She watched her figure walk away from afar, feeling a mix of envy and melancholy, and also hoping that she would truly have a good outcome with the Emperor, living peacefully and joyfully for the rest of her life. ¡°Lady, why do you think the Emperor, who is so fond of Lord Sang, doesn¡¯t make her his consort?¡± Yun Qiao followed by her side, munching on French fries, voicing the puzzle she had harbored for so long: ¡°Could it be that the Emperor really fears her husband-killing fate? That he doesn¡¯t want to be with her for the long haul?¡± Xuanrao frowned upon hearing this: ¡°Why would you say that?¡± Yun Qiao explained, ¡°People are whispering it all over the palace. They say Lord Sang is beautiful enough to charm men, but won¡¯t achieve lasting favor.¡± ¡°That¡¯s their foolishness.¡± Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï??¦Ï.§ã0 Xuanrao turned and walked back into the hall, saying as she walked: ¡°In this Imperial Palace, titles and ranks are nothing but vanity; only the Emperor¡¯s love is real. Look at the Empress, even with the title of Empress, what of it? She spends her days cooped up in Qifeng Palace like an ornament, neglected by all. She is only managing to live like a human being because the Empress Dowager is still around. Once the Empress Dowager is gone, she might not be as fortunate as I am. And Lan, how long did she enjoy being a Noble Consort? Rise or fall, it¡¯s all at the Emperor¡¯s whim.¡± Having said that, she laughed lightly with a sense of relief: ¡°Anyway, why bother talking about this? It has nothing to do with us. We¡­ should be leaving this cage soon.¡± Yun Qiao was taken aback: ¡°Leaving this cage?¡± Xuanrao nodded, looking at her with eyes sparkling like twinkling stars: ¡°Yes, leaving. We will leave this Imperial Palace and start a new life.¡± * Sang Yan returned to the side hall of Qingning Palace. The hall was very quiet. The palace maids and eunuchs knelt, their bodies trembling. Pei Muyang, too, had a solemn face as he quietly waited. No one dared to speak. Until she appeared. Only then did Pei Muyang breathe a sigh of relief, smiling as he came forward: ¡°My lord, you¡¯ve finally returned. Please talk some sense into the Emperor. Tell me, why should he be angry with a mere official? If he¡¯s unhappy, he can execute or demote them ¨C there are plenty of ways to vent his anger, why torment himself?¡± Sang Yan, unaware of the situation, asked with a frown: ¡°What happened?¡± Pei Muyang explained: ¡°It¡¯s those regional officials; they actually wrote in their petition¡ª¡± ¡°Pei Muyang, get out!¡± He Ying barked sharply. Pei Muyang clammed up, smiled bitterly, and left the hall. Before he left, he called all the palace maids and eunuchs away. The hall grew quiet once more. Sang Yan walked up to him and saw the stacks of petitions, teasingly asking: ¡°What¡¯s with the petitions?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± He Ying picked up a petition and continued reading, as if he had forgotten why he was reviewing them in the first place. Sang Yan knew that his reading of the petitions was just for show; she could tell from his sullen and gloomy expression that he was clearly waiting for her to coax him. That made sense; she had only just returned now, and he had sent people to urge her and even brought the petitions here to read, no doubt having waited for her for a long time. Just like her clingy cat. ¡°Meow¡ª¡± Thinking of the cat, the feline jumped off He Ying¡¯s lap and pounced onto her. Ah, it seemed he might have indeed picked up the cat¡¯s clingy trait. Sang Yan petted the cat and feigned a sigh: ¡°Sigh, before I wasn¡¯t interested in reading the petitions, and the Emperor kept showing them to me. Now that I want to see them, the Emperor doesn¡¯t want to show them to me. Indeed, the heart of a monarch is unfathomable; love and indifference hinge on a single thought¡ª¡± Before she could finish, the petition was placed in front of her. ¡°If you keep talking like this, I will end up being labeled as a harsh and ungrateful traitor.¡± He Ying looked at her helplessly, his tone tinged with a hint of reproach: ¡°It was clearly you who found someone new, pushing me aside.¡± Sang Yan laughed: ¡°What do you mean by finding someone new? The Emperor is using the wrong idiom.¡± Her relationship with Xuanrao was at most a friendship between close female friends; the term ¡®finding someone new¡¯ was far too ambiguous. Although she wanted to live as a man, her sexual orientation remained quite normal. He Ying was unaware of her thoughts, and irritability spread again, ¡°I haven¡¯t misused my time, I know what¡¯s in my heart. You care more about that Xuan Family than about me. What¡¯s so good about her? Worth your lingering thoughts?¡± ¡°What lingering thoughts do I have?¡± Sang Yan retorted, ¡°Today, at most, I only spent two hours there. The rest of the time, I was in the side hall, alright? The Emperor is busy with official duties every day, scarcely seen. If I have nothing else to do, can¡¯t I find a companion to pass the time? Life in the palace is already lonely, if I don¡¯t learn how to amuse myself, sooner or later I¡¯ll become depressed. The Emperor doesn¡¯t want me to die young, right?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk about such inauspicious things.¡± He Ying couldn¡¯t bear to hear her speak of death and related words. Sang Yan muttered softly, ¡°The Emperor brought it up first.¡± He Ying sighed, ¡°I can¡¯t win against you.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s not talk about it.¡± Sang Yan reached out to take the petition, her eyes full of interest as she said, ¡°Let¡¯s see what¡¯s written in this petition that made the Emperor so angry.¡± A moment later, She couldn¡¯t help but cover her mouth and laugh, ¡°Hahaha, this official really is¡ª¡± A tiger! He was actually urging the birth of an heir in the petition. He even said that the Emperor¡¯s indulgence in feminine pleasures was not fatal, that he should not dawdle, just close his eyes and go in, a shiver, and an heir would be born. This is like saying in modern times that a man can finish in a second. No wonder the Emperor got so angry. The key point was that at the end, some tonics for virility were mentioned. Obviously, they were more worried about the Emperor being impotent than sick. ¡°Hahaha, he¡¯s a talent indeed!¡± ¡°Stop laughing!¡± He Ying¡¯s face darkened with anger, and he threatened, ¡°If you keep laughing, I¡¯ll favor you and have you bear an heir for me.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Scared. Scared. She immediately suppressed her laughter. ¡°Cough, cough, cough¡ª¡± She cleared her throat and said seriously, ¡°Your Majesty, from another angle, they are also worried about the future of Da He. They are loyal and patriotic people; the Emperor should feel consoled, not angry.¡± These words were just pleasant to hear. He Ying looked at her with a smile and directly countered, ¡°Their urging for an heir is out of loyalty and patriotism, so what about you? Aren¡¯t you the most kind and selfless? Are you willing to give birth to an heir for me and fulfill your duty of loyalty and patriotism?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Numb. Got complacent. Dug her own grave. ¡°Emperor, I¡¯m tired and going to wash up for bed.¡± She found an excuse, tossed the petition into his lap, and ran off. He Ying watched her fleeing figure, unable to help but smile, ¡°Clever in small things, muddled in big ones.¡± He put the petition back on the desk and picked up a new one, continuing to read. After Sang Yan finished washing up and saw he had not left, she hinted at him to leave, ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s late; you should rest early. Your health is important.¡± ¡°You go to sleep. I¡¯ll watch for a little while longer; I still have some to finish.¡± He made it clear he didn¡¯t want to leave. Sang Yan, not wanting to say more, went to bed. With the Emperor beside her, she couldn¡¯t fall asleep after all. She tossed and turned for a while before she finally spoke up, ¡°Emperor, I really don¡¯t want to have children.¡± In ancient times, medical conditions were backward; childbirth was like passing through the Ghost Gate, too terrifying. He Ying, not realizing she was afraid of childbirth, said, ¡°I will make you want to.¡± He believed she just wasn¡¯t in love with him enough. When she loved him enough, she would naturally want to have children for him. Sang Yan, hearing his response and feeling misunderstood, added, ¡°But what if I can¡¯t have children?¡± Chapter 70 - Chapter 70: Chapter 070 Escort the Emperor Chapter 70: Chapter 070 Escort the Emperor He Ying misunderstood and his first reaction was, ¡°Do you also think that I am incapable?¡± His mind was still influenced by the petitions. When he asked, his eyes looked innocent and somewhat foolish. Sang Yan couldn¡¯t help but laugh, shaking her head, ¡°No, that¡¯s not what I mean. Your Majesty misunderstood. Regarding the ability to have children, it¡¯s not necessarily Your Majesty¡¯s issue, it could also be mine. What I mean is, if it turns out to be my issue, that is, if I cannot bear children for Your Majesty, would you have children with someone else?¡± In reality, even in modern times, if a woman can¡¯t have children, ninety percent of men would divorce. And if a man can¡¯t have children, ninety percent of women would stay and seek treatment. The comparison is chilling to the bone. Not to mention in ancient times, where lineage was so highly valued? He Ying, unaware of her thoughts, misunderstood again, ¡°That¡¯s true. You are a bit older, which indeed is a hindrance to having offspring. Especially since you¡¯re still physically frail. It seems I must make an effort to win your true heart sooner, so that you can begin to bear my children sooner.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Is this an age issue? He¡¯s really testing his luck at the edge of death! Besides, the original host was only twenty-four, the prime age for childbearing, wasn¡¯t she? Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?0¦Í?0.§ã¦Ï Hmph, ignorant! She was so angered she didn¡¯t want to speak any longer. She turned over, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep. But perhaps because the lights in the hall were too bright, she simply couldn¡¯t fall asleep. So, she voiced her complaint, ¡°Your Majesty, with the lights on, I cannot sleep.¡± Then, she heard the Emperor say, ¡°Would you like me to lull you to sleep?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Did the Emperor misunderstand her? She was saying she couldn¡¯t sleep with the lights on! Yet, the Emperor actually put down his petitions and walked over to her. He sat beside the bed, looking at her sideways, and softly said, ¡°When I was a child and couldn¡¯t sleep, my brother would read poems to me.¡± Sang Yan immediately thought of the modern method of reading books to aid sleep. Well, it wasn¡¯t necessary. Back in the modern world, her sleep quality had always been good. After all, she was so tired from running around all day, she would fall asleep as soon as she hit the bed. It was here, living a life of luxury and becoming increasingly delicate, that she found her sleep was disturbed. Seeing her silence, He Ying took it as consent and began to recite slowly, ¡°All that has shape, is born from the shapeless. The nothing creates the something, and the something returns to the nothing. Therefore, all forms and appearances are illusory. If one sees all appearances as non-appearances, one shall realize that the void is not truly void¡­¡± He had started reciting from memory. As Sang Yan listened, it was all a blur to her, ¡°Wait, Your Majesty, what are you talking about?¡± He Ying explained, ¡°It¡¯s the ¡®Calming Incantation¡¯ from the Buddhist Scriptures.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She then remembered that he had copied many Buddhist Scriptures in the past few days. It seemed he had been quite impressed by them. Thinking about this, she said, ¡°Since Your Majesty has copied so many Buddhist Scriptures, you should understand the principles of enlightenment and letting go.¡± He Ying disagreed, ¡°That¡¯s not true. Many people understand many principles, yet they do not live happily. In this world, aside from children, it is the madmen who are the most content and joyful.¡± Sang Yan found herself unable to argue. Indeed, it was just like the saying that circulated on the internet in modern times, we know many principles, yet still fail to live a good life. He Ying continued to recite the ¡®Calming Incantation¡¯. Sang Yan quietly listened and actually began to drift off to sleep. He Ying watched her fall asleep, her sleeping face peaceful like that of a child. He thought about kissing her cheek but, as he really approached her face, he felt that stealing a kiss was not the act of a gentleman. In the end, he merely stroked her hair, stood up, and went back to reading the petitions. This time, no matter what strange content was in the petitions, he was able to deal with them calmly and composedly. It seemed that with her by his side, his heart was at ease. The wind blew in. The lamp flickered. He Ying read the petition for a long time. Sang Yan woke up groggily and saw him engrossed in his official duties, his profile focus and charming, captivating her into wanting to say something, only to be overtaken by sleepiness once more. She slept until dawn. When she opened her eyes, she instinctively looked to where he had been sitting. He was no longer there and she did not know when he had left. Sang Yan got out of bed to wash up. During breakfast, Qiuzhi told her the Emperor had read petitions all night, had quickly washed up, and then gone to court. It sounded laborious and diligent. There are no perfect monarchs. He Ying was assertive, self-directed, yet also meticulous and disciplined. It seemed her only indulgence lay with him. Her heart softened. She said, ¡°Have the Imperial Kitchen prepare some porridge and pastries, and send them over to Taihe Hall.¡± Qiuzhi asked, ¡°Aren¡¯t you going, miss?¡± Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°If I go, it might cause trouble.¡± After all, it was the place where past dynasties handled governmental affairs, and her presence would just attract disdain. Qiuzhi took the order and left. After Sang Yan had her morning meal, with nothing else to do, she went to the Cold Palace again. The fields near the Cold Palace were beginning to sprout weeds. The vegetable and flower seeds had not yet germinated. The season wasn¡¯t quite right, either. It was uncertain whether they would grow at all. Sang Yan took a closer look, instructed people to water more, and then entered the palace. Inside, Xuanrao was writing something at the desk. She leaned in to glance and saw it was the method for making roasted meat and fries. ¡°You¡¯ve come at a good time, look here¡ª¡± Xuanrao couldn¡¯t quite remember how to make tomato sauce and asked, ¡°Do you start by boiling water, and then submerge the washed tomatoes to blanch for a moment to peel, right? Then remove the seeds, crush them to extract the juice, and simmer it in a pot until it thickens?¡± Sang Yan, after listening, pointed out a few omissions, ¡°While simmering, add some rock sugar, and stir frequently when it gets thick to avoid sticking to the pot. When it turns thick like ¡®sauce¡¯, remember to pour in an appropriate amount of lemon juice, continue to simmer for a while, and that should do it.¡± Xuanrao nodded and took note, ¡°OK. I¡¯ll add that in.¡± Sang Yan looked on with curiosity, ¡°Why are you writing this?¡± Xuanrao smiled, ¡°I am thinking of writing a cookbook that will be passed down to future generations.¡± In truth, she wanted to say that if she ever left the palace, she would open a restaurant. The reason she didn¡¯t mention that was to avoid pressuring Sang Yan. Let things take their natural course. Even if she couldn¡¯t leave the palace, having her cookbook passed down to future generations was still quite wonderful. ¡°If you have any other delicious recipes, remember to tell me.¡± Her question made Sang Yan realize she did have more. Modern cuisine had plenty to offer. Like spicy strips. They were internationally recognized and acclaimed. But how exactly were spicy strips made? Sang Yan began to recall the method and started experimenting. This experiment kept her busy all day. She didn¡¯t even return for lunch. He Ying, not wanting her to grow tired of him, endured and didn¡¯t rush her. He held out until evening. Facing a fate similar to the previous night. During the first night watch, she had not returned. The second night watch came, and still, she had not returned. At some point, a heavy rain began to fall. ¡°Boom¡ª¡± The heavy rain poured down with thunderous roars. He Ying could only wait for the rain to stop before sending someone to urge her to return. But the rain did not stop. It poured incessantly until the third period of the night. Unable to wait longer, He Ying braved the heavy rain to personally fetch her. Halfway there, he encountered two eunuchs. Holding umbrellas, they saw the Emperor¡¯s carriage from afar, ran forward and knelt down, ¡°Emperor, your servants, Little Guizi, have come to relay a message from Lord Sang. Lord Sang said she will not return tonight and will sleep in the Cold Palace. Please, Emperor, there¡¯s no need to wait any longer; rest early.¡± The rain was torrential. The carriage could shield from the rain. But still, the wind and rain swept in, chilling him to the bone. ¡°Boom¡ª¡± The thunder rolled ominously. Suddenly striking right in front of the carriage. Black smoke instantly billowed. Pei Muyang trembled in fright, his face pale, and he cried out loudly, ¡°Protect the carriage! Quick, protect the carriage!¡± Chapter 71 - Chapter 71: Chapter 071 Thunder Strike Chapter 71: Chapter 071 Thunder Strike The Emperor was nearly struck by lightning! Rumors were circulated to that effect. However, the truth was¡ªthe lightning struck a guard standing next to the Emperor¡¯s carriage. It was unclear what sinful deeds the guard had committed, but his left arm was completely severed. The incident caused quite a stir. He Ying dispatched people to suppress the rumors, comfort the guard, and secretly summoned Wan Zhang back to the palace. Sang Yan only received the news the next day. She hadn¡¯t even eaten breakfast when she hurriedly rushed to the main hall of Qingning Palace. Outside the main hall Many concubines had already gathered. Dressed in flamboyant attire, they were there to express their concern. Among them, Sang Ruoshui was particularly frantic. But without the Emperor¡¯s summon, no one could enter. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï¦Í??.?0 Not until Sang Yan arrived. Sang Ruoshui grabbed her and pushed her toward the hall, ¡°Sister, go see how the Emperor is doing! Heavens, how could such a thing happen? It¡¯s absolutely nerve-wracking!¡± Sang Yan was also anxious and was about to enter¡ª when the ministers came out from inside. They confirmed that the Emperor was unharmed and their expressions relaxed, but their words were still laden with worry: ¡°Unpredictable disasters strike from the heavens. Who knows what might happen tomorrow? The Emperor always thinks he is young and strong, not taking this as a serious matter.¡± ¡°True, and the Emperor still doesn¡¯t have an heir. If something really happened, Da He¡¯s nation would be in peril.¡± ¡°Look, the Sang Family¡¯s daughter is here!¡± ¡°Do you think it could be her husband-killing fate¡ª¡± ¡­ They already had grievances against Sang Yan, and now they were blaming her even more. ¡°A beauty brings disaster!¡± ¡°It must be her husband-killing fate that caused the Emperor such misfortune.¡± ¡°Yes, I heard she even caused the misfortune of her own brother and sister-in-law! And her sister-in-law was pregnant!¡± ¡°Struck by heavenly retribution! If it were my daughter, I would have sent her to a nunnery long ago.¡± ¡°Mark my words! The Sang Family will eventually reap what they sow!¡± ¡­ They passed by Sang Yan, discussing among themselves as they walked away. Sang Yan then entered the main hall. Inside the main hall Even Empress Dowager Pei Yiqing had arrived. She sat at the bedside, twirling her Buddha Beads, murmuring softly, ¡°Why would you go out in such thunderous weather? My child, you increasingly neglect your own care. I¡¯ve long advised you to find someone close to your heart, yet you keep hesitating. How can you be so stubborn?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need to worry, Your Highness. I¡¯ve merely caught a chill. I¡¯ll recover in a few days.¡± He Ying lay on the bed with a damp, cold towel on his forehead. Sang Yan watched this tender mother-and-son scene, unsure of what to say, and simply stood quietly to the side. He Ying was half-closing his eyes and actually hadn¡¯t seen her. It was Empress Dowager Pei who noticed her first. ¡°Alright, I know you grow impatient with my nagging. I will leave now and let your beloved stay with you.¡± Saying this, she beckoned Sang Yan over, her eyes filled with affection: ¡°Good child, take good care of the Emperor. And try to persuade him too.¡± Sang Yan naturally responded, ¡°Yes.¡± Empress Dowager Pei left. At that moment, He Ying saw her, perhaps being vulnerable due to illness, his first words were, ¡°You knew to come!¡± The tone was admittedly a bit resentful. Like that of a wronged woman. Sang Yan was amused by her own thought and deliberately said, ¡°If Your Majesty doesn¡¯t wish to see me, I¡¯ll leave immediately, so as not to offend your eyes.¡± He Ying immediately felt indescribable bitterness, ¡°When have I ever said I didn¡¯t want to see you?¡± He was clearly indicating she had come late. Even the Empress Dowager had arrived before her, yet she was the last to arrive. Though she knew it was due to the isolation of the Cold Palace, it still saddened him. Last night, he had encountered the thunder strike on his way to the Cold Palace. Though unharmed, he had sweated a cold sweat. She had the nerve to come only now. Sang Yan knew she was the source of the danger the Emperor had encountered and felt somewhat guilty, so she asked tenderly, ¡°How are you feeling now, Your Majesty?¡± ¡°Headache. Stuffy nose. Completely weak.¡± He was feigning misery. Sang Yan knew but didn¡¯t expose him, continuing to ask, ¡°Has Your Majesty taken any medicine?¡± He Ying nodded. ¡°Of course, I have.¡± Just then, Pei Muyang brought over the medicine. ¡°Your Majesty, please drink the medicine. It¡¯s been reheated twice already.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± Ah, my face hurts. How could Pei Muyang be so tactless? Knowing he hadn¡¯t taken the medicine, Sang Yan¡¯s tone cooled. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re avoiding it because it¡¯s bitter and you don¡¯t want to drink it.¡± He Ying genuinely didn¡¯t want to drink it. ¡°I feel that medicine is poison in part and it¡¯s not always necessary to take it for a minor illness. With my constitution, I can easily endure this minor ailment.¡± In his early years of campaigns in the south and north, his body had been strong¡ª usually, two bowls of ginger soup were enough to rejuvenate him. In short, he avoided taking medicine whenever possible. Hearing his excuse, Sang Yan didn¡¯t persuade him further but simply said, ¡°That¡¯s fine. If Your Majesty can¡¯t endure it, then I can leave the palace.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± Not on your life! He had to endure. ¡°Pei Muyang, give the medicine to me¡ª¡± He took the medicine bowl, closed his eyes, and drank it in one breath. The bitterness contorted his features, prompting him to cover his face with his hands. Seeing him like that, Sang Yan inexplicably found it cute and chuckled, ¡°So His Majesty is just like a child, scared of taking medicine.¡± Actually, this contrasting charm made him seem more genuine and endearing. But He Ying didn¡¯t see it that way, feeling his image was compromised, he retorted stubbornly, ¡°It¡¯s not fear; it¡¯s unnecessary. Do you think I have your frail body?¡± Manly pride demanded he be strong! Sang Yan didn¡¯t argue with him. Seeing he had finished his medicine, she sat down and advised, ¡°Even if you are physically strong, Your Majesty must still take care of yourself. You are the Lord of the World, and all your people rely on you.¡± ¡°You? Do you rely on me?¡± He Ying gazed at her tenderly and said emotionally, ¡°You have no idea how scared I really was. I have yet to win your true heart. If something had happened, I would have been unwilling.¡± The topic was a difficult one to continue. Sang Yan thought for a moment and also expressed emotion, saying, ¡°Your Majesty always says you are the Emperor, divinely protected. Now, you too are scared.¡± She thought about the ministers¡¯ discussions and became confused: Could the Emperor¡¯s close encounter be due to the original owner¡¯s husband-killing fate? Is heaven hinting or warning something? As she pondered this, she heard the Emperor say¡ª ¡°I indeed was scared.¡± ¡°But I feared leaving you behind to suffer the world¡¯s censure alone.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care about any husband-killing fate; I¡¯m only worried it might trouble you, depriving you of peace.¡± His words were too tender. Like a warm stream flowing into her parched heart. So the Emperor was actually so worried about her? What had she done to deserve such deep affection from him? ¡°Since Your Majesty is scared, you should take even greater care of yourself.¡± Her heart was ultimately open for him: ¡°Your Majesty, you are not alone now.¡± He Ying, catching the underlying meaning, sat up excitedly: ¡°So, Ah Yan, are you admitting now that you are mine?¡± Sang Yan shook her head, and with twinkling eyes amidst his gradually dimming ones, smiled and said, ¡°No, it¡¯s that Your Majesty is mine.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± A sudden joy. Who belongs to whom? He gladly accepted, ¡°Very well, very well, I am yours.¡± He was too delighted. He couldn¡¯t help but reach for her hand. Sang Yan dodged it gently, saying, ¡°Your Majesty is already feeling unwell; let¡¯s not add the pain of a flare-up.¡± He Ying shook his head, his gaze resolute. ¡°It¡¯s alright, for you, I¡¯m willing.¡± Saying this, he reached out his hand toward her. ¡°Ah Yan, give it to me. I want to hold your hand.¡± Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: Chapter 072 Annoyance Chapter 72: Chapter 072 Annoyance They had known each other for a long time, but there had never been any touch of skin. Now, holding hands had also become a ritual. Sang Yan thought so but did not refuse, only before holding hands, she also very mood-killingly asked, ¡°Did you apply the Jade Frost Ointment?¡± He Ying, not wanting to trigger his condition and damage his image, had Pei Muyang fetch the Jade Frost Ointment. Sang Yan first applied a layer to her own hands, moist and slightly fragrant, treating it as hand cream. After she finished, she went on to apply it to him. As she did, she asked, ¡°I remember you saying back then that this disease is a mental one. I didn¡¯t want to listen before, but now I want to. Are you still willing to talk about it?¡± He Ying nodded, dismissed the people around, and whispered, ¡°Actually, the death of the late Emperor is inseparable from his indulgence in women.¡± Hearing this, Sang Yan inexplicably thought of a term¡ªsudden death in the act. Many emperors recorded in histories died suddenly during intercourse, overly excited. ¡°This sort of thing¡­ even if one is young, moderation is necessary.¡± She felt embarrassed. She wished she hadn¡¯t asked. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï¦Í?0.§ã0 But He Ying shook his head, ¡°It¡¯s not what you think.¡± Sang Yan was startled, ¡°Then what is it?¡± He Ying fell silent, the terrifying appearance of the late Emperor during the onset of his illness flashed through his mind, and his body began to itch. He unconsciously withdrew his hand and applied the Jade Frost Ointment himself, his brows furrowed, ¡°The late Emperor was weak back then, and even his favors to women were not of his own free will. Pei Zhen, to control him, let him indulge in women, often selecting thin horses from outside and sending them into the palace. Later, he even sent some brothel women. The late Emperor, unaware of the scheme, favored them and hence contracted the disease and died.¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± She was dumbfounded. Died from a disease? Was it the disease she was thinking of? ¡°That disease tormented the late Emperor for days, causing his body to fester, reeking terribly, and he died a horrendous death.¡± ¡°This is an imperial secret, all the Imperial Physicians and palace maids who knew about it were executed.¡± ¡°I never witnessed the late Emperor¡¯s death, but I had nightmares for many days afterward. Since then, I have come to view women as vipers, approaching them brings pain, itching, and nausea.¡± He slowly disclosed the heart of his illness. Sang Yan sighed in her heart: the late Emperor indeed had that disease! She immediately understood that this was a childhood trauma that even severely affected his understanding of gender relations. ¡°Emperor, a normal married life will not lead to the situation the late Emperor faced.¡± She tried to correct his thinking. He Ying nodded, ¡°Hmm. I know. But thinking about that kind of thing, it really disgusts me, makes me nauseous.¡± Listening to him, Sang Yan felt something was off, ¡°Thinking about that kind of thing disgusts you, makes you nauseous? Are you sure, Emperor?¡± ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°What about with me? Would it be the same?¡± If it was the same even with her, then his falling in love with her was also miraculous. She seriously suspected he was asexual or homosexual! Unaware of her thoughts, He Ying saw her asking and blushed, ¡°I¡­ never thought about it.¡± Sang Yan felt she had asked a dumb question. When one is disgusted by these things, one would subconsciously block them out, why would he think about it? But seeing his embarrassed face, her mischievous side kicked in, and she asked again, ¡°What about wet dreams? You¡¯re an adult man, wouldn¡¯t you have them?¡± Or even¡­ have needs? Or had his strange disease castrated all his male instincts? Was their relationship purely platonic then? Why did she feel somewhat regretful about that? Back in the modern world, she was a single woman of marriageable age who also had certain thoughts. ¡°I¡¯ve never had them. Anyway, I have no memory of them.¡± He Ying was so embarrassed that he changed the topic, ¡°Can we not talk about this, please?¡± Sang Yan felt his face was about to drip blood, so he nodded, ¡°That¡¯s fine. I just didn¡¯t expect the Emperor to be quite so romantic.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± He had intended to hold her hand, but her jest made him forget. ¡°Emperor, Lady Xuan requests an audience.¡± Pei Muyang entered to relay the message then. Upon hearing that Xuanrao had arrived, the rising dissatisfaction in He Ying exploded¡ªhad she not entangled Sang Yan, would he have ventured out in a thunderstorm? Would he have been struck by lightning? Would Sang Yan have been embroiled in scandal? It was all her fault! His expression turned cold, and he frowned, ¡°Let her in!¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Pei Muyang went to relay the message. After a moment, Xuanrao entered, bowing gracefully, ¡°This concubine greets the Emperor.¡± He Ying coldly asked, ¡°What brings you here?¡± Xuanrao said, ¡°I heard that the Emperor encountered a lightning strike on the way to the Cold Palace, and my heart couldn¡¯t rest easy, so I came to see.¡± The timing of these words really couldn¡¯t have been worse, He Ying¡¯s face visibly fell, and his voice turned stern, ¡°As you can see, I am fine, you may return now. Besides, as someone from the Cold Palace, since when can you come and go freely without my command?¡± Xuanrao, ¡°¡­¡± It was her fault. Actually, it also involved Sang Yan. Since Sang Yan often visited the Cold Palace and they were close, the guards did not dare to stop her. After all, everyone in the palace knew the Emperor favored Sang Yan, and her whispering in his ear could be lethal. ¡°Emperor, if you¡¯re upset, take it out on me, not on Xuanrao. It¡¯s not her fault.¡± Sang Yan knew the Emperor was ¡°scolding the locust tree but pointing at the mulberry,¡± using his reprimand of Xuanrao to actually criticize her. Hearing her say this, He Ying felt a pang of jealousy: Look, he hadn¡¯t even spoken two sentences, and she was already defending her. ¡°If I remember correctly, you just said I am yours. Is this how you treat what¡¯s yours?¡± That¡¯s really turning your elbow out! Regarding this question, he and the siblings Sang Jue and Rui Shui River felt the same now. Sang Yan sighed helplessly, ¡°Emperor, let¡¯s separate issues clearly, don¡¯t force connections.¡± He Ying still felt resentful, ¡°Anyway, you¡¯re just partial to outsiders.¡± Sang Yan thought he was being willfully obstinate and appeased him noncommittally, ¡°Understood. I¡¯ll favor you from now on, is that alright?¡± Fine! He Ying was satisfied, a smile spread across his eyes and lips. Xuanrao quietly endured the display of favor, feeling the Emperor was quite childish! Suddenly, as her gaze met the Emperor¡¯s, she jolted with fright and hastily said, ¡°This concubine will take her leave.¡± ¡°Wait¡ª¡± He Ying composed himself, observing her solemnly, ¡°You¡¯ve spent many years in the Cold Palace, presumably reflecting on your mistakes. Remembering your father¡¯s sacrifice for the country, I grant you grace today, you are free to leave the palace.¡± He was granting the freedom Sang Yan wished for Xuanrao. He would see if she still visited the Cold Palace! Blindsided by the Emperor¡¯s thoughts and suddenly hearing this surprise, Xuanrao was stunned, ¡°Emperor?¡± He Ying looked at her ominously, his voice rising, ¡°What, are you unwilling?¡± Xuanrao immediately knelt, ¡°Not at all. This concubine is grateful. Thank you for your imperial grace.¡± She was overjoyed to tears. Seeing this, Sang Yan was also pleased, casually flattering, ¡°The Emperor is benevolent, a blessing to all under heaven.¡± He Ying, delighted, replied proudly, ¡°With you by my side, the blessings for the people under heaven have only just begun.¡± Sang Yan, ¡°¡­¡± His words made it sound as though the blessings of the world¡¯s people stemmed from her presence. It must be said that this Emperor truly knew how to speak words of affection! Chapter 73 - Chapter 73: Chapter 073 Jealousy Chapter 73: Chapter 073 Jealousy He Ying had released Xuanrao from the palace, awarding her a thousand pieces of gold. This matter had little impact on the previous dynasty, but its effect on the harem was profound. Especially for the concubines who had entered the palace among the earliest groups. The Emperor did not favor the company of women; these women had guarded their empty chambers for many years. Seeing themselves aging without any hope of liberation, they considered leaving the palace a better option. Perhaps life outside the palace was miserable, but to see the sky beyond the palace walls once more seemed enough. Thus, a great number of concubines suddenly appeared at Qingning Palace seeking release. Sang Yan had thought about releasing these pitiful women from the palace, but she had not expected it to happen so soon. Unprepared, she could only say, ¡°I will convey your wishes to the Emperor. As for whether it will happen, I make no promises. You should also consider carefully; the palace is cold, but it is tranquil. Outside, what sort of life you will face is uncertain.¡± ¡°Thank you for the warning. But we have made up our minds, regardless of what we might encounter outside, we have no regrets,¡± said a concubine, her eyes brimming with tears. Seeing this, Sang Yan nodded and let them leave. While dining at noon The Emperor continued his usual routine of inviting her. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï??0.§ã? She went, and while eating, she said, ¡°I know that releasing one person and releasing many are different matters. But they really are pitiable. In their situation, staying here means only to die of old age within these walls. I cannot bear it.¡± He Ying had already learned about the concubines seeking release in the pavilion. His relationship with her was progressing well, and he did not care much for these women, so he naturally had no objections: ¡°Since you¡¯ve spoken up, then grant them their release with some gold. Any who wish to leave the palace, arrange it as you see fit.¡± Seeing he agreed, Sang Yan was genuinely pleased, ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡± Feeling good, she served him several pieces of meat, then couldn¡¯t resist teasing, ¡°Does Your Majesty really wish to release them? They are still at their charming peak, each more beautiful than the next. I¡¯ve spoken, and Your Majesty¡¯s selection of beauties will be cut by half.¡± He Ying looked at her, his smile indulgent, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. You alone are worth the entire harem.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± He was speaking sweet nothings again. Really, they just came so naturally! Touched inwardly, she pretended to ask with a serious face, ¡°Then, does Your Majesty think I am jealous? Perhaps my intention isn¡¯t out of kindness, but from selfishness, from jealousy.¡± He Ying laughed, ¡°Then I can only wish for that! It would truly be reason for massive celebration, to set off fireworks and rejoice wildly!¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Incredible. His sweet words were perfect. Holding back her excitement, she served him a few more pieces of meat, ¡°Your Majesty might as well not speak.¡± He Ying, puzzled, ¡°Why?¡± Sang Yan looked at him, utterly serious, ¡°Because I¡¯m afraid I might want to kiss you.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± Kiss¡­ him? That wasn¡¯t entirely out of the question. But how to kiss? He recalled a scene he had seen in the late Emperor¡¯s room as a child, lips locked, feeding each other, forget it, couldn¡¯t think about it, it was somewhat nauseating. He still couldn¡¯t accept it. No, not with someone else, but with her¡­ It should be different, right? He examined her lips, the color a rich crimson, the shape also beautiful, plump and full, her teeth white and her appearance extremely pretty. What would it taste like to kiss her? Unaware of his inner thoughts, Sang Yan¡¯s face blushed under his stare and she reflected¡ªwas she being too forward? He hadn¡¯t even mentioned wanting to kiss her. The other day when she spoke of holding hands, it hadn¡¯t progressed into anything. Was she being too forward for him to respect? ¡°What are you looking at?¡± She feigned calmness, taking up some vegetables to eat, though her hand trembled as she held her chopsticks. Is this what it¡¯s like to like someone? Nervous to the point of losing composure due to his gaze. Seemed too pitiful. Just then¡ª He Ying spoke up, urging her, ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you wanted to kiss me? Why haven¡¯t you started yet?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Was he waiting for her to kiss him after staring at her for so long? Good heavens! She was merely boasting with her words. ¡°That¡­ Aren¡¯t we eating?¡± She felt guilty and spoke weakly, ¡°I was just kidding.¡± He Ying was somewhat curious about kissing Sang Yan, but this curiosity wasn¡¯t urgent. If Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to, he would let it be; however, upon hearing her latter statement, he became unhappy, ¡°How can you joke about something so significant?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Just a kiss, is that a big deal? She then recalled mentioning her jealousy, and he had called it a joyful occasion celebrated by everyone¡ªindeed what the Emperor considered important was truly significant! ¡°Emperor, stop teasing.¡± She changed the topic, regaining seriousness, her eyes filled with concern, ¡°Releasing so many concubines from the palace at once, will it affect the previous dynasty?¡± After all, the previous dynasty¡¯s harem had intertwined interests, and she didn¡¯t want to cause him trouble. He Ying also knew this would provoke criticism, thus he composed himself and said earnestly, ¡°It¡¯s fine. I will soothe things over.¡± ¡°That must be hard on you, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Your happiness is all that matters.¡± ¡°Hm. I¡¯m very happy, and I hope the Emperor is happy too.¡± ¡°Then would you like to kiss me?¡± The topic had circled back. Thinking that they were in the middle of dining, with the taste of food in her mouth, Sang Yan inappropriately commented, ¡°We are eating.¡± He Ying gave in, ¡°Then let¡¯s finish eating.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± The truth was, once they finished eating, she ran away. Under the pretense of rinsing her mouth. Then vanished without a trace. He Ying knew she was escaping and indulged her with a laugh. She liked him, she was getting closer to him, that was all he wanted. But further steps, in front of his odd illness, should be paced cautiously. * Sang Yan began to prepare for the release of the palace concubines. In two days, thirty-seven people registered. Among them was Jinpin, Xie Jinhua. Seeing this name, she was startled: The young girl who pleaded for Princess Consort Li? Hadn¡¯t she entered the palace not long ago? Had she already lost hope and wanted to leave? It was really unexpected. She put down the list and sent for her. When Xie Jinhua arrived, she was nervous, afraid that Sang Yan wouldn¡¯t agree to her leaving the palace. ¡°Lord Sang, did you call for me? Is there something you need?¡± She was extremely respectful, cautious and humble. Seeing this, Sang Yan smiled kindly, ¡°There¡¯s nothing much. Please, take a seat first.¡± Xie Jinhua sat down anxiously. Sang Yan then said, ¡°I saw your name on the release list, and I was surprised. You¡¯re so young, why do you want to leave the palace? Did someone say something to you? Or did someone bully you?¡± To her knowledge, among the concubines who entered the palace with her, only she herself wanted to leave. Others, relying on their beauty, were still trying to seize an opportunity. Anticipating this issue, Xie Jinhua had organized her thoughts and spoke, ¡°Thank you, Lord Sang, for your concern. No one has bullied me. I just want to leave the palace. Seeing how perfectly matched you and the Emperor are, so loving, I truly envy you. I know I don¡¯t have such fortune nor dare to hope for it. I only wish to leave the palace. I hope Lord Sang can grant my request.¡± She saw everything clearly and lived with lucidity. Sang Yan had always admired her; saving Princess Consort Li was compassionate and righteous, asking to leave the palace showed clear-headedness; she truly was an excellent woman. Chapter 74 - Chapter 74: Chapter 074 Sly Chapter 74: Chapter 074 Sly ¡°If this is truly what you desire, there should be no issue.¡± ¡°Thank you, Lord Sang. You are my benefactor, and I shall remember you for the rest of my life.¡± Xie Jinhua immediately expressed her gratitude, fearful that she might change her mind. Sang Yan became even more certain that she truly wished to leave the palace, smiling, ¡°All is due to the Emperor¡¯s kindness. Be grateful to him too.¡± It was merely lip service, but from the Emperor¡¯s side, there surely was some pressure. Xie Jinhua nodded and responded, ¡°Yes. Both you and the Emperor are my benefactors. After leaving the palace, I shall pray for you and the Emperor day and night.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± She was really good with words. She smiled and changed the subject, ¡°Once you leave the palace, what are your plans? I remember you have a brother. Perhaps you can rely on him to arrange a marriage for you. If you face difficulties, you can also send a message to Xuan Residence.¡± After leaving the palace, Xuanrao returned to the Xuan family. The Xuan family was no longer as glorious as before, but Xuanrao told her that she planned to open a tavern, raise her younger brother, and revitalize her family. She believed she would succeed. Xie Jinhua knew that Sang Yan was giving her a promise, a support to rely on, and was moved to her knees, ¡°Thank you, Lord Sang. You truly are like a Bodhisattva.¡± Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï???.§ã? Knowing that her words were taken to heart, Sang Yan was pleased and personally helped her up, ¡°This world is harsh for women. May we all help each other and thrive in peace.¡± Xie Jinhua bowed again, earnestly saying, ¡°I will take your teachings to heart.¡± Sang Yan chatted with her a bit more before sending her out. As the day neared dusk. She watched her leave and saw people from various palaces bustling about, packing the belongings of the concubines who were about to depart, and couldn¡¯t help but feel melancholy: once these concubines left, the palace would become even lonelier. And her? Was she really content to stay in this harem for the rest of her life? Lost in thought¡ª Little Guizi called out softly twice, ¡°Lord Sang? Lord Sang?¡± Sang Yan snapped back to her senses and looked at him, ¡°What is it?¡± Little Guizi scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, speaking mysteriously, ¡°I saw Director Wan.¡± He still remembered Sang Yan¡¯s visit to the Observatory in search of someone. Upon hearing this, Sang Yan showed interest, ¡°Where is he? When did he enter the palace? When did the Emperor summon him? What for?¡± She was clueless, possibly a secret summoning. Was the Emperor guarding against her? Little Guizi said, ¡°Not sure. He might still be at the Observatory. I saw Mr. Pei head toward the Observatory alone, so I took extra notice and checked.¡± ¡°Well done.¡± Sang Yan complimented and strode forward, ¡°Come, let¡¯s go see.¡± Observatory Wan Zhang sat haphazardly on the ground, leaning dispiritedly against a cushioned rest, drinking and flipping through an astrometry book while chuckling. Suddenly, the door sounded. He looked up, saw it was Sang Yan, casually brushed a stray hair from his face, smiling, ¡°Miss Sang, long time no see.¡± Sang Yan returned a smile, ¡°Mr. Wan, it has been a long time.¡± She walked over, kicked aside a wine jar on the floor, crouched in front of the desk, and got straight to the point, ¡°Did the Emperor send for you to inquire about the Thunder Strike incident the other night?¡± She had paid attention to the reason for the thunder strike, the guard¡¯s sword carried a sharp metal object, which attracted lightning. But that was just one factor. There were far more profound and mysterious things in the world. Thus, she wanted to hear Wan Zhang¡¯s perspective. Wan Zhang took a swig of wine, said nothing, flipped through a few pages of the book, and gestured for her to look. Sang Yan did so; the words were all in traditional characters, very obscure, and she didn¡¯t understand a single one. ¡°Sir, what does this mean?¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t understand, then so be it.¡± Wan Zhang shook his head, lamenting, ¡°Life is sometimes better off muddled.¡± Sang Yan, dissatisfied, frowned, speaking assertively, ¡°But I don¡¯t want to be confused. Why must you assume others¡¯ thoughts with your own? I just want to know, including about my own face. I know you know everything. Please enlighten me.¡± She lowered her head as she spoke the last sentence, sincerely pleading. But Wan Zhang looked at her, shaking his head, his expression turning compassionate, ¡°Miss Sang, it¡¯s not that I refuse to speak. I simply cannot.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Day. What a waste of sentiment. These ancients are so backward. Once they¡¯ve made up their minds to keep silent, killing them wouldn¡¯t make them talk. Those were his principles, their way. ¡°Then let me change the question. I wouldn¡¯t harm the Emperor¡¯s interests, would I?¡± ¡°Miss Sang has a pure heart and cares for the people, why would she have such worries?¡± What kind of answer is that? What does it have to do with the people of the world? She just didn¡¯t want to harm the Emperor. This Wan Zhang is too slippery! He didn¡¯t say a single useful word! ¡°The Emperor has arrived, the Emperor¡ª¡± Outside, Little Guizi¡¯s voice came flustered. Hearing this, Sang Yan thought, The Emperor has come so quickly, probably afraid that Wan Zhang might say something? Should I bluff? Thinking it over, she quickly went out to intercept, hoping to prevent the two from meeting and allowing her to strategize. ¡°Emperor, why have you come?¡± She closed the palace doors, preventing them from visually connecting, and said gravely, ¡°You¡¯ve come too late, Emperor. I have already finished speaking with Wan Zhang.¡± He Ying, upon hearing this, clenched his heart yet feigned calmness, ¡°Oh, what have you all discussed?¡± Sang Yan bluffed, ¡°Everything the Emperor is worried about has been discussed.¡± He Ying listened but wasn¡¯t deceived, ¡°Oh, what am I worried about?¡± ¡°About my facial appearance, of course.¡± ¡°And what is so peculiar about your facial appearance?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Day. What a cunning Emperor! She¡¯s no match for him, unable to weave any more lies, and said irritably, ¡°Why should I tell you?¡± Seeing this, He Ying knew she knew nothing and relaxed with a smile, ¡°If you don¡¯t want to say, then don¡¯t say it. I still have matters to discuss with Director Wan.¡± With that, he looked towards Pei Muyang, ordering, ¡°Take her back.¡± Sang Yan, knowing she couldn¡¯t get anything out of them, didn¡¯t stay longer and snorted coldly, ¡°A den of snakes and rats, colluding together, who cares to listen!¡± She turned away. He Ying watched her leave without irritation, only smiling as he saw her off and only after she disappeared, did he push open the palace doors and enter. Wan Zhang was still drinking. Seeing the Emperor enter, he commented, ¡°You¡¯re too anxious. This can¡¯t be hidden from her for long.¡± He Ying, with a stern face, blamed, ¡°Isn¡¯t it because I¡¯m afraid your drinking will cause a blunder?¡± Wan Zhang refused to accept this, ¡°What blunder have I caused? It¡¯s obviously the Emperor¡¯s own unease.¡± ¡°Enough nonsense!¡± He Ying didn¡¯t argue further, directly asking, ¡°What was unusual about the Thunder Strike that night, could you discern anything?¡± Wan Zhang didn¡¯t directly answer this question but said instead, ¡°The Ziwei Star is stable. The Emperor can rest assured.¡± He Ying: ¡°¡­¡± That wasn¡¯t what he asked. But knowing this also eased his mind a bit. Only if he was safe, could he protect her. ¡°And her? I went to Long Chan Temple to pray for her blessing, to transcribe Buddhist scriptures for her, even willing to give her my luck. Has her appearance changed?¡± This was what he desperately wanted to know. Wan Zhang shook his head. He Ying¡¯s expression stiffened, ¡°How could there be no change? Could Master Yixuan be deceiving me?¡± Wan Zhang didn¡¯t respond, only his expression grew more solemn, ¡°Emperor, do not be obsessive. What must be relinquished, let go. Only through putting oneself in mortal peril does one find life.¡± He Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, ¡°What do you mean?¡± Wan Zhang swallowed a sip of wine, laid down lazily on the cushion, and closed his eyes, ¡°When the time comes, you will understand.¡± Saying so, he burst into laughter, seeming delirious and hurt, ¡°Well said, well said, I shall leave, I shall leave. This is also the last thing I could do for the He family.¡± Chapter 75 - Chapter 75: Chapter 075 Longing for Luxury Chapter 75: Chapter 075 Longing for Luxury Sang Yan returned to the side hall of Qingning Palace. There she saw Sang Ruoshui. Whenever this person appeared, nothing good ever followed. She wondered what trouble had arisen this time. With that thought, she asked, ¡°Why have you come?¡± Sang Ruoshui¡¯s eyes were red and swollen as if she had suffered a grievance. Her words, too, carried self-pity, ¡°Can¡¯t I come? Aren¡¯t we biological sisters? Do I not even have the right to come here?¡± Here we go, moral coercion once again. ¡°You know that¡¯s not what I mean.¡± With a helpless expression, Sang Yan assessed her sister¡¯s pitiful state, then changed the subject, ¡°What happened to you?¡± Upon hearing this, Sang Ruoshui burst into plaintive sobs. Sang Yan¡¯s head ached from her crying, ¡°Enough, why are you crying? If there¡¯s an issue, just say it.¡± Through tears, Sang Ruoshui said, ¡°Sister, our father has had an accident.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?¦Ï??0.?¦Ï Wasn¡¯t the original host¡¯s father eradicating locusts in Wuzhou? What could have gone wrong? Hadn¡¯t he managed the task well? ¡°What happened? Be clear,¡± she urged. Sang Ruoshui continued, ¡°I just received a letter from home, Father was assassinated in Wuzhou, and his life hangs in the balance.¡± Sang Yan was shocked, ¡°How is that possible? When did this happen? Who is the assassin?¡± Sang Ruoshui shook her head, ¡°I don¡¯t know. But the Emperor must know.¡± Sang Yan immediately sent someone to summon the Emperor. When He Ying arrived and saw the tearful Sang Ruoshui, he knew that the news of Sang Kun¡¯s assassination had leaked. His expression changed swiftly, and he said coldly, ¡°Princess Consort Sang, this is Qingning Palace. You must be careful with your words here.¡± Sang Yan knew he was blaming her, and she did not speak up for Sang Ruoshui, only saying, ¡°Emperor, Ruoshui told me that my father was assassinated. What now?¡± He Ying motioned for Sang Ruoshui to leave, then honestly replied, ¡°He¡¯s still unconscious.¡± ¡°How serious is it?¡± ¡°The wound is off-center from the heart, he should be out of danger.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡± ¡°If I had told you, you would have been worried about him, and that pains me.¡± In reality, his concern was one thing, but his not wanting her to be concerned about others was true. Even if it was about her father, he did not want her to keep him constantly in her heart. Unaware of his true feelings, Sang Yan was moved and said, ¡°I am delighted that the Emperor is considerate of me, but as a son or daughter, it is improper for me to appear cheerful when my father lies injured and unconscious.¡± Although she was not truly Sang Kun¡¯s daughter, she was indeed bearing his daughter¡¯s identity. While she might not be extremely anxious, she still had to go through the necessary motions on the surface. Seeing her soften, He Ying admitted his mistake, ¡°It is my fault.¡± Sang Yan wasn¡¯t concerned with right or wrong, but asked again, ¡°Have you discovered the reason?¡± ¡°Still investigating. I have assigned Xie Sui to oversee it. His territory is very close to Wuzhou. He is astute and has strong methods. He should produce results quickly. Rest assured, anyone who dares to harm him, I will not let slide.¡± ¡°Justice has its own path, let¡¯s wait until the facts are clear.¡± She held off on making judgments without knowing the full story. They could only wait for the investigation¡¯s outcome. They waited for three days. Xie Sui escorted the awakened Sang Kun back to the capital and reported on the case. Sang Yan saw him in Qingning Palace. He looked nothing like Xie Jinhua. Xie Jinhua was plump and adorable, while Xie Sui had a slender figure with long limbs, and his face was long and thin. His skin was abnormally pale. In fact, he was not unsightly, but at first glance, he had a somewhat eerie appearance. He knelt down to report on the case, ¡°I have found out that while Sang Kun was eradicating locusts in Wuzhou, he bought five thousand ducks from a merchant but intentionally drove down the price and owed the merchant a lot of money. That merchant was already living on borrowed funds, relying on this business to make a comeback. But when his dreams shattered and his wife died in childbirth, in a moment of resentment, he hired an assassin.¡± He Ying sat on the Dragon Couch, tapping his forehead with a finger, and asked, ¡°What did Sang Kun say?¡± Xie Sui replied, ¡°Sang Kun has personally admitted to his dereliction of duty.¡± ¡°What about the merchant?¡± ¡°He has committed suicide out of fear of his crimes.¡± ¡°And the murderer?¡± ¡°This subject has drawn a portrait and will surely capture him.¡± There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Sang Yan listened quietly from the side, feeling that it all seemed too coincidental. Was it just so that the merchant wanted to revive his fortunes with this batch of ducks? Just so his wife died in difficult childbirth, leaving him in despair? Just so he committed suicide out of fear of his crimes? Amidst these thoughts, she heard the Emperor¡¯s question, ¡°Do you also believe that this case should be concluded this way?¡± Xie Sui shook his head, ¡°This subject believes there are unknown details within.¡± He Ying smiled with satisfaction, ¡°Let¡¯s hear it.¡± He and Sang Yan had come to the same conclusion, feeling it was overly coincidental. Xie Sui then said, ¡°For a common merchant to hire someone to kill a minister of the court is extremely bold, and ordinary murderers would not dare to take such a job. Granted, under the lure of heavy gold, there will be those who dare, but if the merchant had heavy gold, why would he think to revive himself with just that sum? Therefore, there must be someone else behind this case.¡± He Ying nodded in approval, ¡°Knowing this, the key to this case lies with the murderer. Conduct a secret investigation. You may leave.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Xie Sui stood up, preparing to take his leave, but then he thought of something and knelt down again, ¡°Emperor, I have heard that my sister has been granted permission to leave the palace.¡± He Ying responded indifferently, ¡°Hmm.¡± Xie Sui became anxious, ¡°Has my sister not served well?¡± He Ying shook his head, ¡°No.¡± Xie Sui¡¯s expression relaxed slightly, but then he looked disappointed, ¡°Then why would the Emperor release her from the palace? In my domain, I have not forgotten the Emperor¡¯s grace in selecting and employing me. Thus, I sent my sister into the palace to bear a royal heir for the Emperor¡ª¡± ¡°Minister Xie¡ª¡± He Ying interrupted him, then countered with a question, ¡°I have but one heart; it can only be given to one person. Knowing this, do you still wish your sister to remain in the palace?¡± Xie Sui did wish it. He came from poverty and had often suffered from hunger and cold. It was the Emperor who conquered Min State, saved him from starvation, and even gave him a chance to be an official. He was the Emperor and also his lifesaver. But now he was high-ranking and rich as the ocean. All he could do was to bring his sister to the palace, for him who had long been without a royal heir, to bear one. ¡°The Emperor¡¯s heart lies with the land, how could my sister dare to covet the Emperor¡¯s heart?¡± He did not need his sister to win the Emperor¡¯s heart. His sister¡¯s mission was to bear a royal heir. He Ying didn¡¯t know what to say, blocked by his words. Sang Yan watched all this, then spoke out, ¡°Mr. Xie, your sister indeed never coveted the Emperor¡¯s heart. Precisely for this reason, she deserves freedom. She does not belong in the harem.¡± Xie Sui knew a thing or two about the affairs of the Imperial Palace and was also aware of Sang Yan¡¯s status, so he said, ¡°You are the one who has won the Emperor¡¯s heart, are you not? Having obtained the Emperor¡¯s favor, you should be grateful, not so spiteful as this.¡± He thought, just like the other ministers, that the Emperor¡¯s sending away of a concubine from the palace was due to Sang Yan. In the end, Sang Yan still took the blame. ¡°Please reconsider, Emperor.¡± Xie Sui bowed deeply, saying earnestly, ¡°I ask the Emperor to retain the concubine, that she may bear numerous royal heirs.¡± Sang Yan, because Xie Jinhua appreciated him to some extent, now saw him urging progeny, just as those old-fashioned and boring ministers, and said no more. He Ying was even more impatient, about to become angry¡ª Pei Muyang approached him, whispered, ¡°Emperor, Ms. Xie has arrived.¡± He Ying said coldly, ¡°Let her in.¡± In a short while, Xie Jinhua entered. Her eyes were red, and her face bore fresh tear tracks. Kneeling beside Xie Sui, she began with a pitiful plea, ¡°Brother, I want to go home. Brother, don¡¯t keep me here.¡± Chapter 76 - Chapter 76: Chapter 076 Harsh Chapter 76: Chapter 076 Harsh The scene was indeed sorrowful. Sang Yan¡¯s heart softened at the sight. But Xie Sui remained unmoved and even scolded, ¡°In front of the Emperor, how can you cry and wail? It shows a lack of ambition.¡± He was a brother stern and authoritative. Xie Jinhua sobbed once and dared not cry anymore. Still, Sang Yan liked Xie Jinhua very much, and when you like someone, you can¡¯t stand to see them mistreated. Therefore, she spoke up to defend her, ¡°Mr. Xie, as a brother, you should cherish your sister, how can you be so heartless?¡± Xie Sui held dissatisfaction towards Sang Yan and replied unapologetically, ¡°This is a family matter.¡± Sang Yan immediately retorted with a cold laugh, ¡°She has not yet returned home, so it doesn¡¯t count as your family matter. If you treat her like this, there¡¯s no need for her to go back at all. I will find her a husband¡¯s family in the Capital City and become her maiden family.¡± In fact, there was no need to find a husband¡¯s family. It would be good enough to send her to Xuanrao¡¯s side. Xuanrao was enlightened, knowing one had to rely on oneself. This Xie Jinhua was a person with clear understanding in the world, working by Xuanrao¡¯s side, she might also become enlightened. Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ??¦Í??.§ã¦Ï Women should help and support each other, to become enlightened and strive together. Xie Sui didn¡¯t expect Sang Yan to say such things and was at a loss for words momentarily. Had he really become heartless towards his sister? This sister was someone he had taken in when he was destitute. At that time, he was nearly starving to death and yet he saved his rations for her to eat, how had he become heartless? ¡°Master Xie is concerned.¡± Xie Jinhua spoke up for her brother, ¡°You have misunderstood. My brother has always been tough on the outside but soft on the inside, he cherishes me the most.¡± Sang Yan didn¡¯t know the siblings¡¯ past and didn¡¯t say more, simply waving her hand, ¡°You may leave. I still have matters to discuss with the Emperor.¡± Xie Jinhua lowered her head in acknowledgment, ¡°Yes.¡± Xie Sui stood there in amazement, disbelieving as he looked towards the Emperor, ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to say something? Since when did Qingning Palace fall under her command?¡± He Ying didn¡¯t speak, just gestured with his hand, the meaning was clear: Scram! Xie Sui was absolutely baffled. Emperor, have you been bewitched or threatened? Blink, and I will protect you with my life! As he was thinking, his sleeve was tugged. He looked down and met his sister¡¯s eyes. Xie Jinhua whispered, ¡°Brother, let¡¯s go. The Emperor has always been this indulgent towards Lord Sang.¡± Xie Sui: ¡°¡­¡± Absurd! This is outrageous! He wanted to say something, but then thought better of it: Do not act rashly! The situation is unclear and requires long-term planning. The siblings left with their own thoughts. The hall fell silent. He Ying looked at Sang Yan, ¡°What did you want to talk to me about?¡± Sang Yan said, ¡°Regarding that case, have you thought about who might be responsible?¡± The original father of the household was an official, if it wasn¡¯t personal enmity, officials being harmed was often due to jealousy amongst colleagues. Thinking about those who had grievances with him recently, it was that person. He Ying shared the same thought, ¡°I know who you suspect. Let¡¯s not alarm the snake, and leave it to Xie Sui to handle.¡± Sang Yan was relieved to see he understood, finding it easy to talk to smart people. She dropped the concern and changed the subject, ¡°Emperor, I want to go back and see my father.¡± He Ying didn¡¯t refuse, standing up and saying, ¡°I will accompany you.¡± Sang Yan was taken aback. Husband and wife returning home together? It wasn¡¯t the right time. ¡°That won¡¯t be necessary.¡± She refused, ¡°It¡¯s better if you don¡¯t go.¡± He Ying frowned and asked, ¡°Why not?¡± Sang Yan explained, ¡°He has already neglected his duty; if you visit him now, it might only add to his arrogance.¡± No matter how others schemed, him intentionally lowering the prices and delaying payments was indeed a dereliction of duty. He Ying knew what she was referring to and didn¡¯t take it to heart, laughing, ¡°Don¡¯t take it so seriously. You also shouldn¡¯t say this in front of him, otherwise, I¡¯m afraid he couldn¡¯t withstand it and would faint from sorrow. After all, he is your father; why be so harsh?¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Harsh! The word stabbed at her sensitive nerves, ¡°He Ying, are you actually calling me harsh?¡± She was angry, even calling out the Emperor¡¯s name. ¡°Lord Sang¡ª¡± Pei Muyang interrupted in alarm, ¡°Lord Sang, be careful with your words.¡± Sang Yan realized her mistake, but her unease was momentary, quickly returning to calmness, ¡°I have shown disrespect to the Emperor; I will go reflect on my actions.¡± ¡°Wait¡ª¡± He Ying¡¯s thought process was different; he waved Pei Muyang away and then smiled, ¡°It¡¯s fine. The first time you called my name, it felt very different.¡± In front of her, he seemed no longer the Emperor but just an ordinary man. ¡°Say it again.¡± He was a bit addicted to that sensation. Sang Yan did not repeat it; she was still angry. ¡°Emperor, you are really teasing me.¡± She said self-deprecatingly, ¡°Such a harsh person as I am, who knows when I would fall out of the Emperor¡¯s favor; how dare I be presumptuous?¡± He Ying knew he had said something wrong and immediately corrected himself, ¡°That wasn¡¯t what I meant. I just think you are a bit too strict with your family. She is your relative, and you are my most cherished; it¡¯s only right that they benefit a little from your light.¡± Sang Yan was also aware of the Sang Family¡¯s intentions in sending a daughter to the palace: one was for honor and glory, and the second was to seize greater privileges. But she was from the lowest rungs of society and could more keenly understand the bitterness and hardships of those like her. Therefore, she desired to do something for the common people. Such as, reducing the number of officials who were corrupt and oppressed the people. ¡°Emperor, those in office should not seek personal gain.¡± Sang Yan expressed her stance with a serious expression. He Ying gazed at her tenderly, not negating her words but instead guiding her with a meaningful tone, ¡°But Ah Yan, too much purity in enforcement can leave no room for humanity; too much scrutiny in governance allows no subjects to go unremonished.¡± A phrase that roused her from a dream. Sang Yan was lost in thought, ¡°That makes sense. Perhaps I was being too idealistic.¡± ¡°Ah Yan, your soul is pure, your spirit resides at high places, and that¡¯s wonderful; I also hope you can always remain like that. The filth of the human world¡ªdon¡¯t even look at it.¡± He Ying¡¯s tender and indulgent voice lingered in her ears. Sang Yan, feeling helpless: How did this turn into sweet nothings again? Her anger dissipated. She reflected, ¡°I assumed too much. The Emperor is right, no one is perfect. Even if I¡¯m right, there¡¯s no need to prove others wrong. Just concentrate on myself.¡± ¡°Ah Yan, you are already very, very good.¡± He was still speaking sweet nothings. Sang Yan was amused and complimented in return, ¡°Emperor, you are also very, very good.¡± He Ying, rarely hearing praise from her, looked surprised and asked, ¡°Where does I excel?¡± Sang Yan, ever so serious, said, ¡°Emperor, your scholarship is extensive, your vision broad, your thought sharp, and your mind clear. Of course, except in matters of the heart. It just goes to show, nobody¡¯s perfect.¡± ¡°No.¡± He Ying shook his head, looking at her earnestly, ¡°Ah Yan, in my eyes, you are perfect.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Thoroughly sweet nothings! She responded with a sweet smile, ¡°Emperor, you just said I was harsh.¡± He Ying, with a composed face, ¡°Who says harshness isn¡¯t perfection? Your harshness only makes you more perfect.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± Alright, I can¡¯t argue with him. She steered the conversation back, ¡°All said and done, you just want to follow me there.¡± He Ying did not hide his intention, smiling, ¡°If I don¡¯t go with you, what would I do if I lost you?¡± Hmm, a lie! Sang Yan curled her lip, mocking, ¡°I think you¡¯re not afraid of losing me; you¡¯re afraid of me running away.¡± He Ying looked resigned, a wistful smile on his face, ¡°Even though I know you won¡¯t run, I still can¡¯t help but worry. I suppose this is the sentiment of the Treasure Hunter. Riddled with anxiety, bereft of security.¡± Chapter 77 - Chapter 77: Chapter 077 Treasure Chapter 77: Chapter 077 Treasure Sang Yan had no choice but to accompany him. The two of them visited Sang Kun at the Sang Mansion together. Sang Kun had gone to Wuzhou to exterminate locusts, a truly exhausting endeavor. He had tanned quite a bit and, compounded with injuries, he looked haggard, and his meticulously groomed beard had also become dry and withered. He lay on the sickbed and, upon seeing the approaching Emperor, struggled to get out of bed to show his respects. ¡°No need. My subject, you are injured. Please stay in bed.¡± He Ying¡¯s voice was gentle, his demeanor compassionate. Sang Kun was moved to tears, ¡°Thank you for your Imperial Grace. However, I am unworthy of it, Your Majesty.¡± He knew he was at fault and explained, ¡°But I never intended to default on the payment to the merchants. It was just that I delegated the financial matters to my son who, due to his wife¡¯s incident, had to leave in haste, hence the delay in the settlements.¡± So, Sang Jue¡¯s departure was also a reason. That Sang Kun had been attacked was also related to Sang Jue leaving. After all, Sang Jue was exceptional in swordsmanship. With him by Sang Kun¡¯s side, any assassination attempt would surely fail, and they would likely be caught as well. The person behind this had made quite the calculations! Thinking of this, He Ying felt even more that Sang Kun was innocent, so he nodded, ¡°I understand. Rest assured, given the circumstances, I will not pursue this matter.¡± Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?0¦Í?0.§ã¦Ï Sang Kun was again moved, ¡°Thank you for your Imperial Grace.¡± Of course, amidst the emotion, he was also concerned about his son, ¡°I wonder how my son is now. Suxi has been married to him for many years, and now she is carrying the successor. She is a lawful wife of the Sang Family. I hope Your Majesty will see clearly.¡± He Ying, feeling somewhat guilty at this, glanced at Sang Yan out of the corner of his eye and saw her looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for his response. He slowly said, ¡°Suxi had a husband before and married your son while she had lost her memory. Everything was orderly, with past and present distinguished. I believe that matters of the heart cannot be forced; let¡¯s wait and see what she desires.¡± Does this mean he doesn¡¯t plan to intervene? Sang Kun was very disappointed and turned to Sang Yan, pleading, ¡°My daughter, that is your own brother. Your sister-in-law is pregnant with the flesh and blood of the Sang Family, your little nephew.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It might also be a niece! Such patriarchal thinking! She disapproved and said indifferently, ¡°The Emperor has agreed that the child will belong to the Sang Family, if she decides to give birth.¡± The child¡¯s situation was too awkward. And too innocent. If born, the child would be without a biological mother, which was pitiful. Hearing that the child would belong to the Sang Family, Sang Kun was satisfied. As for his daughter-in-law, with her tainted reputation and lowly status, it might be better to replace her sooner. Of course, he thought this but outwardly said, ¡°My son has been unfortunate in his youth, leading to an unhappy marriage. It pains this old man greatly.¡± Sang Yan: ¡°¡­¡± It wasn¡¯t necessary to use such strong words. Was he trying to garner sympathy? He Ying already had plans for this and reassured, ¡°My subject, do not be saddened. I have agreed that if he finds love again, I will issue a decree to grant him marriage.¡± Sang Kun was completely contented and thanked him repeatedly, ¡°Thank you for your Imperial Grace. I swear to serve in gratitude to Your Majesty till death.¡± Such words were just formalities. He Ying knew this well, smiled, urged him to take care of himself, left some gifts, and departed with Sang Yan. Ms. Lin, as the lady of the house, accompanied them outside the mansion. As she looked at Sang Yan, she seemed to want to say something but, in the presence of the Emperor, she held her tongue¡ªeating, living, and traveling with the Emperor without any official status, was still not proper! Sang Yan felt the silent worry of her mother and smiled, saying, ¡°I¡¯m doing well. Mother, don¡¯t worry.¡± Ms. Lin was instantly comforted and smiled with teary eyes, ¡°Good. As long as you¡¯re fine. Stay by the Emperor¡¯s side and don¡¯t upset him.¡± The last remark seemed to suggest she should flatter the Emperor, her son-in-law. Sang Yan didn¡¯t want to hear this and quickly bid farewell, turning to board the carriage. He Ying, following a step behind, paid his respects to Ms. Lin, which startled her into waving her hands dismissively. Watching from the carriage through the lifted curtain, Sang Yan waited for He Ying to get in and said listlessly, ¡°Had I known it would be like this, there was no need to come.¡± He Ying, hearing this, speculated, ¡°Why do you say that? Is it because of what your mother said? Don¡¯t take it to heart. I know you¡¯re different from them.¡± ¡°` She never complied with the ideas of men. When you teach her to comply, you¡¯re torturing her. He couldn¡¯t bear that. Sang Yan shook her head, ¡°The Emperor misunderstood. It¡¯s not because of my mother.¡± ¡°Why is that, then?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just that I feel my father is always scheming for personal gain. Um¡­ quite boring.¡± Her idealism was acting up again. He Ying chuckled lightly, ¡°Indeed, it¡¯s boring. Since you don¡¯t like it, come less often in the future.¡± He was longing for her to think this way, so that she might bring up leaving the palace less frequently. The carriage progressed smoothly. Sang Yan lifted the curtain and watched the bustle of the street out of sheer boredom. Suddenly, she remembered someone, ¡°Your Majesty, may I go see Xuanrao?¡± He Ying actually didn¡¯t want her to go, but facing her expectant eyes, he couldn¡¯t bear to refuse her, so he nodded, ¡°If you¡¯d like to go, then go.¡± The coachman, Pei Muyang, turned the carriage around, heading for the Xuan Family. The Xuan Family once a noble and esteemed household, with a bustling entrance, now forlorn and desolate. The stone lions at the gate were also weathered from the sun and rain, battered and incomplete. The hanging signboard was nearly illegible. An old man resembling a gatekeeper sat at the threshold, dozing off. ¡°Old sir, I am here to see your young miss, Xuanrao.¡± Sang Yan got off the carriage and approached to state her purpose. Hearing her voice, the old man lifted his head, and noticing the finely dressed pair, he quickly stood up and replied with a smile, ¡°Our miss hasn¡¯t come back yet. What business might you have with her? Would you like to come in and wait?¡± Sang Yan hadn¡¯t expected Xuanrao would be out and didn¡¯t wish to wait needlessly, so she asked, ¡°Do you know when she¡¯ll be back? What has she gone to do?¡± The old man replied, ¡°As mere servants, how dare we pry into the miss¡¯s affairs? As to when she¡¯ll return, it¡¯s uncertain. Just yesterday, she came back at 9 p.m.¡± 9 p.m was quite late. Her return was too late. Sang Yan couldn¡¯t wait and simply said, ¡°When she returns, please pass on a message for me.¡± The old man nodded and asked, ¡°What message? Please instruct me, miss.¡± ¡°An old friend from the palace sends their best regards.¡± She smiled faintly and amidst the old man¡¯s bewildered gaze, returned to the carriage. He Ying followed in, ¡°Are you sure you don¡¯t want to wait?¡± Sang Yan nodded, ¡°Sometimes, whether we meet or not isn¡¯t so important.¡± Knowing that Xuanrao was free and happy was enough for her. The party returned to the Imperial Palace. Life resumed as normal. Sang Yan was no longer listless, spending most of her day in the Book Collection Pavilion, reading, annotating, transcribing, and writing her own reflections. These reflections dealt with ideals, love, life, and were meant to enlighten women. Occasionally, He Ying would pull her to review petitions. She was no longer so averse to her role as a political advisor. Until someone from the Yongshou Palace sent a message. ¡°Miss Sang, the Empress Dowager summons you.¡± The messenger was Puzhu, a trusted palace maid of the Empress Dowager. Recognizing her, Sang Yan felt a surge of anxiety: Why would the Empress Dowager suddenly summon her? ¡°` Chapter 78 - Chapter 78: Chapter 078 Stress Chapter 78: Chapter 078 Stress Qiuzhi hurriedly walked out. She intended to find the Emperor. Puzhu saw her and sneered with ridicule, ¡°Why be so cautious? Do you take the Empress Dowager for a flood or a savage beast?¡± Qiuzhi¡¯s steps halted, and she lied awkwardly, ¡°Lord Palace Commander misunderstands. I¡ªI just have an urgent need.¡± Puzhu obviously didn¡¯t believe her words. But she didn¡¯t say anything, turning to Sang Yan and saying, ¡°Miss Sang, let¡¯s go. Don¡¯t keep the Empress Dowager waiting anxiously.¡± Sang Yan then followed. Accompanying them were a eunuch named Little Guizi, along with several lower-ranked palace maids and eunuchs. Qiuzhi stayed behind, and once they had gone, she went to find the Emperor. Yongshou Palace Once again Sang Yan stepped in, her mindset different now. Last time she was fearful; this time she was composed. Perhaps the Emperor¡¯s love had given her confidence? Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ??¦Í??.§ã¦Ï Inside the hall, the scent of Buddha Beads wafted. The Empress Dowager sat at the highest seat, eyes slightly closed, twirling Buddha Beads, a picture of tranquil composure. ¡°I greet the Empress Dowager.¡± Sang Yan curtsied. Upon hearing her, the Empress Dowager opened her eyes, her smile nurturing, ¡°You¡¯ve arrived. Puzhu, arrange a seat.¡± Puzhu had a chair brought over. Sang Yan thanked them and sat down, quietly waiting for her to speak. The Empress Dowager also remained silent for a long time before finally saying, ¡°You have changed a lot from before.¡± Previously somewhat unrefined, now much more composed and dignified. Sang Yan felt that those words seemed like praise, but also sensed some dissatisfaction, so she didn¡¯t respond; instead, she asked, ¡°May I know why the Empress Dowager has summoned me?¡± Seeing her inquiry, the Empress Dowager didn¡¯t beat around the bush and spoke honestly, ¡°The strategy that you had presented¡ªI have already sent people to attempt it. One in ten could succeed.¡± Sang Yan was baffled¡ªshe had almost forgotten about this matter. And one in ten, was the chance that high? As she pondered, the Empress Dowager continued, ¡°Your status, your fate, how you and the Emperor are¡ªthese matters I can overlook, but the issue of the heir cannot be taken lightly.¡± Listening, Sang Yan faintly guessed the Empress Dowager¡¯s intentions¡ªwas she really going to persuade her to advise the Emperor to use that method to obtain an heir? Damn, she really had shot herself in the foot this time! Would He Ying be infuriated by her? What you fear, comes upon you. The Empress Dowager said, ¡°You are clever and should understand my meaning. I give you three days, you must persuade the Emperor to adopt the method and continue the imperial line.¡± Sang Yan felt like she was being threatened. And yet she could not confront the situation head on. Just as she was feeling frustrated¡ª From outside came a voice, ¡°The Emperor has arrived.¡± A weight seemed to lift from Sang Yan¡¯s heart¡ªthe one who tied the bell must untie it. She truly wasn¡¯t adept at handling such mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships. ¡°I have come to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager.¡± He Ying hurried in, first glancing at Sang Yan to ensure she was unharmed before speaking to the Empress Dowager, and his tone was not polite. He addressed himself as Emperor, not as a filial son. The difference in status was clear. How could the Empress Dowager not perceive the Emperor¡¯s firm tone in his words? She didn¡¯t mind it, her voice as gentle as water, ¡°Don¡¯t harbor so much anger, lest you frighten your beloved darling. Very well, I¡¯ve said what I needed to say. You may take your darling and go back.¡± She easily let them go, but as Sang Yan turned away, she said, ¡°Sang Yan, remember my words. Do not disappoint me.¡± Sang Yan instantly felt a heavy pressure weigh upon her heart. She turned and gave a parting courtesy to the Empress Dowager, then followed the Emperor back. The Empress Dowager watched their figures disappear before closing her eyes and twirling her Buddha Beads again. Quietly, Puzhu asked, ¡°Will she do as told? With so many concubines driven away from the harem because of her jealousy, how could she let someone else bear the Emperor¡¯s heir?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s wait and see.¡± A hint of lethal intent crept into the Empress Dowager¡¯s voice, ¡°She is a smart girl. If she fails to persuade the Emperor to extend the imperial line, then she is an obstacle. I will never tolerate obstacles.¡± The Emperor was besotted. He seemed intent on neglecting the harem just for her. This was a grave taboo in the imperial family. Furthermore, involving the heir made her a sinner in the eyes of the world. She couldn¡¯t stay. * Once He Ying left Yongshou Palace, he asked, ¡°What did the Empress Dowager say to you?¡± Sang Yan found the matter very awkward and replied, ¡°Let¡¯s talk about it when we get back. There are so many people here.¡± He Ying agreed. They got into the sedan chair and returned to a side hall in Qingning Palace. As soon as they entered the side hall, He Ying waved his hand and sent everyone else away. The hall fell silent. Sang Yan was embarrassed, but she chose her words carefully and said, ¡°I had¡­ previously shared an idea with the Empress Dowager, didn¡¯t I? She found someone to try it. It seems to be effective. She asked me to persuade the Emperor to adopt that idea to ensure the continuity of the heir.¡± He Ying was stunned for quite a while before realizing what she meant. Awkward. He was genuinely awkward and a bit resentful in his tone, ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have thrown out such reckless suggestions. Now tell me, what should we do?¡± Sang Yan was at a loss for words. The method was essentially surrogacy. And surrogacy was against ethics and morality. Even though it was ancient times, where many things didn¡¯t concern ethics or morality, the thought of her beloved man having a child with another woman was repulsive, even if there was no physical relation. She wasn¡¯t infertile; she just didn¡¯t want to have children. But he was the Emperor. Indeed, there was a dynasty to continue. And up to now, there wasn¡¯t an heir. The former concubines in the harem were all pressing for an heir¡ªif it weren¡¯t for the wish to see the He Chao dynasty prosper, who would fuss over the Emperor¡¯s bedchamber matters? What to do? Was she being selfish in her refusal? Sigh, indeed, love comes with its share of troubles. ¡°It¡¯s alright, I won¡¯t trouble you with this anymore.¡± Seeing her furrowed brows and gloomy demeanor, He Ying felt sorry for her and said, ¡°I will handle this matter. Don¡¯t worry about it anymore.¡± Upon hearing this, Sang Yan immediately asked, ¡°What are you planning to do, Emperor?¡± He Ying¡¯s tone was nonchalant, ¡°Doesn¡¯t she want an heir? I¡¯ll just give her one.¡± Sang Yan was shocked, ¡°You¡¯ve agreed?¡± She didn¡¯t agree! She couldn¡¯t bear the thought of another woman bearing his child. Without realizing it, she had also developed a sense of possession over him. ¡°No way!¡± In her agitation, she blurted out, ¡°I do not agree with you having a child with someone else.¡± He Ying, too, didn¡¯t want someone else to bear the heir; not to mention the humiliation of the method itself, the heir produced by such means might not even be his, and he certainly didn¡¯t want to create a mess with numerous illegitimate children. Besides, he would have children¡ªa love-child with her. He didn¡¯t say these words, as he didn¡¯t want her to disagree first. So, she had possessiveness over him too. Attempting to draw out her true feelings, he feigned ignorance, ¡°Why don¡¯t you agree?¡± Sang Yan was at a loss for words. Indeed, why didn¡¯t she agree? Wasn¡¯t it a good thing for someone else to bear the child for her? That was her own idea, after all! ¡°It¡¯s just¡­ it¡¯s just not okay.¡± Her heart in turmoil, and overcome with jealousy, she said, ¡°If you have children with another woman, then you might as well live happily with her. Have a warm bed with a wife and children; that would be fulfilling. Just forgive me, for I cannot be part of it.¡± With that, she rushed him, ¡°Go and father your child now. I need to pack my bags and return to my villa.¡± Seeing that he had upset her, He Ying quickly apologized, ¡°I was wrong. You misunderstood. I won¡¯t father an heir with anyone else. I only want to do that with you. When I said I would give her an heir, that¡¯s what I meant. I will wait for you, until you are willing to have an heir for me.¡± Chapter 79 - Chapter 79: Chapter 079 Avoiding Fire Chapter 79: Chapter 079 Avoiding Fire ¡°` He kept talking about the heir, which really gave me a headache. Sang Yan ran out of patience and dismissed the matter, ¡°The Emperor should first recover from his illness, then we can discuss this matter.¡± Her words did not strongly deny anything. He Ying was pleased and nodded in agreement, ¡°It¡¯s all up to you.¡± He realized she needed to be alone and didn¡¯t stay long, instructing Qiuzhi to take good care of her before he left. Outside, the sky was clear and the air was fresh. Pei Muyang asked with a grin, ¡°Emperor, where are you going?¡± He Ying paused, his expression gradually turning cold, ¡°Let¡¯s go see the Empress Dowager.¡± Yongshou Palace The Empress Dowager expected the Emperor would return. She was wiping the late Emperor¡¯s spirit tablet when he arrived, and she spoke first, ¡°Why don¡¯t you also light incense for your brother?¡± Was this an attempt to play on his emotions? Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ?0¦Í?0.§ã¦Ï He Ying considered it and did not refuse. He took the incense Puzhu handed him, bowed sincerely three times, and placed it there. The late Emperor had been kind to him. He held that gratitude in his heart. That was why he loathed the Empress Dowager¡¯s hypocrisy, ¡°Does the Empress Dowager know what ¡®the cat weeps for the mouse with false compassion¡¯ means?¡± If she had made a decision sooner and not tolerated the Regent King¡¯s actions, how could the late Emperor have died in such a disgraceful way? The Empress Dowager, realizing his sarcasm and knowing her sins were profound, did not argue in her defense but said, ¡°I indeed owe the late Emperor an apology. Therefore, I must fulfill his last wishes.¡± The late Emperor had two last wishes: one was for Da He to prosper and thrive, and the second was for the royal family to have abundant heirs. He Ying frowned, ¡°Sang Yan and I will have children.¡± The Empress Dowager smiled, ¡°I expect more than just one child.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± One was indeed a bit few. Having both a son and a daughter would be best. More would be meaningless. The Empress Dowager disagreed, ¡°The Beiqi royal family has as many as twenty heirs. If the Emperor could strive for half of that, I would be completely satisfied.¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± Ten? What did she think of him? A breeding horse? Anger boiled in his heart. Just as he was about to erupt¡ª ¡°Things are quite unstable in the former dynasty now, right?¡± The Empress Dowager suddenly changed the subject, smiling with certainty, ¡°Since her entrance to the palace, she has caused much controversy. The harem of the former dynasty is also unsettled. Emperor, you should know that now you can only use the heir to shut their mouths.¡± He Ying felt threatened and sneered coldly, ¡°You think I care? Whoever dares to meddle in my private matters will be killed by me.¡± The matriarch, hearing this, laughed and countered, ¡°Then why doesn¡¯t the Emperor kill? Didn¡¯t the new censor, Ding Sai, almost collide with the column to admonish you? Didn¡¯t the grand academician of the Hanlin Academy, Jiang Chongyu, threaten to rally the students of the Imperial College at the Meridian Gate to plead for mercy? These too are acts of defiance. Why doesn¡¯t the Emperor kill them?¡± He Ying, ¡°¡­¡± Because of Sang Yan. She didn¡¯t want anyone to die because of her. So he couldn¡¯t kill for her. ¡°Think about it carefully.¡± The Empress Dowager looked at him compassionately, as if seeing another person through him, and slowly said, ¡°Xinyuan, my patience is running low.¡± She called He Ying by his given name. He Ying¡¯s brows furrowed, and he said disgustedly, ¡°Don¡¯t call me that.¡± The Empress Dowager persisted in her compassion, ¡°You have had smooth sailing since you ascended the throne, I worry about you¡ª¡± ¡°Enough!¡± He Ying roared lowly, unable to listen any further, and turned to leave. Hypocrisy! Disgusting! He strode out of the palace. The Empress Dowager watched his retreating figure, wanting to say something but started coughing first. ¡°Cough, cough, cough¡ª¡± ¡°Empress Dowager¡ª¡± Puzhu quickly supported her, calling for someone to bring tea. ¡°No need. I¡¯m fine. This Xinyuan¡ª¡± She gestured dismissively, laughing bitterly, ¡°He¡¯s nothing like Xiuming.¡± Despite being brothers, they were nothing alike. ¡°` She fell into memories, her tone becoming sorrowful, ¡°Xiuming was kind to me, a filial child, yet I failed to protect him.¡± Puzhu helped her sit down on a chair, smoothed her ghastly aura, and persuaded her, ¡°Empress Dowager, why worry yourself so? The Emperor doesn¡¯t know your hardships at all. Wouldn¡¯t it be better to just take good care of yourself?¡± But the Empress Dowager was a stubborn woman. She closed her eyes and gently waved her hands, ¡°Send for Wan Zhang.¡± * Wan Zhang wrote something at his desk. After finishing, he placed a few thin papers into an envelope and tucked it inside a book. He returned the book to the bookshelf. The bookshelf held many books. The book blended in unnoticed. Just as he did this, the door opened¡ª Puzhu entered and said to him, ¡°The Empress Dowager summons you.¡± Wan Zhang nodded and followed her. Before closing the door, he glanced at the bookshelf¡¯s direction. ¡°Hey, you¡¯re not drinking today?¡± Puzhu waited until the door was closed, keeping a close distance, surprised not to smell any alcohol on him. Wan Zhang heard the mockery and laughed aloud, ¡°Haha, stopped, from today onwards, I¡¯m not drinking anymore.¡± Puzhu gave him a puzzled look, thinking him more insane sober than drunk. * He Ying reviewed petitions in the Imperial Study. After what felt like an entire day, he had only managed to review two. Pei Muyang brought in some tea, noticing this, he softly called out, ¡°Emperor, Emperor¡ª¡± He Ying snapped back to reality, ¡°What is it?¡± Pei Muyang smiled, ¡°Perhaps the Emperor is tired. Why not drink some tea to refresh yourself?¡± He Ying did not refuse. He picked up the teacup, took two sips, set it aside, and began to drift off again. Unable to contain himself, Pei Muyang asked, ¡°Does the Emperor have any worries?¡± He Ying nodded truthfully, ¡°Ah Yan asked me to cure my illness first before discussing children. Does she mean she¡¯ll bear my child once I¡¯m healed?¡± Pei Muyang: ¡°¡­¡± It turned out he had been distracted by this thought. He pondered for a moment and replied, ¡°It sounds¡­ like that¡¯s what she meant.¡± He Ying asked further, ¡°Then what do you suggest for the treatment?¡± Pei Muyang was stunned, scratching his head: The Imperial Hospital has so many skilled Imperial Physicians, yet none had a clue; what idea could a eunuch possibly have? But since the Emperor asked, he had to give an answer. Thinking hard, he awkwardly said, ¡°I remember Lord Sang said that drinking until senseless slows reaction. Maybe, Your Majesty could get drunk and then favor Lord Sang?¡± He Ying thought it over and decided it was a good suggestion. However, the concern remained on how to properly favor her. ¡°First, fetch me some fire escape maps.¡± He needed to quickly make sense of the experience, else he¡¯d embarrass himself before Sang Yan. Pei Muyang was prompt to respond, ¡°Yes.¡± In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he had gathered several rolls of fire escape maps. He even glanced at a few himself; the images were clear, the figures exquisitely beautiful, especially those positions which seemed almost animated. Even as a eunuch, he found himself overheating. But He Ying was different. As soon as he opened them and saw the intertwined naked figures, he started to itch all over. ¡°This won¡¯t do.¡± He quickly closed the fire escape maps and applied some Jade Frost Ointment. Seeing this, Pei Muyang cautiously said, ¡°Your Majesty, if you always react this way, when will you successfully favor a concubine? I often hear the Imperial Physicians discussing fighting poison with poison and facing not evading, hence I boldly ask Your Majesty to continue looking.¡± He Ying found it reasonable. He was the Emperor, how could he not endure this hardship? He reopened the fire escape map. He scrutinized every detail, right down to the texture of a woman¡¯s skin, leaving nothing unmissed. ¡°Ugh¡ª¡± He covered his mouth, retching violently. His body was already densely covered with small red bumps. No amount of Jade Frost Ointment helped. Pei Muyang, torn between urgency and fear, knelt down, slapping his own mouth, ¡°Your Majesty, forgive me. It was my fault for speaking too much. I won¡¯t dare again.¡± He Ying sighed, ¡°Get up. It¡¯s not your fault.¡± His complexion was pale and swaying as he sat on the Dragon Bed, he managed a self-deprecating smile, ¡°If I approach Ah Yan looking like this, she¡¯d probably kick me off the bed, right?¡±