The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 118 - : Restraint

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Restraint

He Ying hurried his horse towards Sang Mansion.

Imperial City Main Street

Many people saw a handsome youth in wedding robes riding furiously on his horse.

The street vendors and pedestrians all scrambled out of the way.

Some of them, holding or pushing items, dropped everything amidst the chaos.

Their belongings clattered to the ground.

The owners, distressed, stamped their feet and cursed, “My heavens, you heartless—”

But before they could finish, a powerful procession rushed by.

They covered their mouths, not daring to say more.

The youth who had just passed must be a person of great importance.

And the only important person getting married today would be someone from the palace.

“Is this a wedding procession or a kidnapping?”

“Was that the Emperor just now?”

“The Emperor personally going to Sang Mansion to welcome the bride? Impossible, right? No Empress in thousands of years has ever had such honor, has she?”

“I think it’s possible. I’ve heard that Sang Family’s daughter has truly captured the Emperor’s Heart!”

…

The commonfolk whispered and buzzed with private conversations.

He Ying had already reached Sang Mansion.

Sang Mansion was eerily silent.

Sang Kun sat on the threshold of Sang Yan’s room, a grim look on his face as he sighed, “Alas, I am a man of little fortune! After all the hard work, it has come to nothing!”

With this incident happening right before the wedding, would the Emperor still want an Empress who had been abducted?

Even if the Emperor did, would the ministers accept such an Empress?

“My poor daughter! How could she have such a twisted fate!”

These words too were from the bottom of his heart.

Sang Yan really was unfortunate; not only had she lost her husbands, but she also bore the ill-famed reputation of misfortune, constantly under the scorn of the world, and now she had been abducted!

“The Emperor, the Emperor is here!”

The servants ran in exclaiming, bringing news.

Sang Kun snapped back to his senses, scrambled up, and knelt down to greet him: “This humble official pays his respects to the Emperor.”

He Ying rode his horse inside, reined in just in time, dismounted, and without a glance at him, headed straight for Sang Yan’s room.

The room was fragrant and pleasing.

Her wedding dress was hanging beside the bed.

He approached, touched it for a moment, then held it in his arms and sat on the bed.

Sang Kun followed him in and knelt on the ground, weeping, “This subject has failed Your Majesty’s grace, unable to protect Lady Sang. I am unworthy to the point of deserving death. But Lady Sang is innocent, Your Majesty, I beg you to rescue her.”

He was testing the Emperor’s attitude—whether he had given up on Sang Yan.

Of course, He Ying would not give up.

His expression was indifferent as he gave orders: “Bring all the servants who attended to her; I want to question them.”

“Yes.”

Sang Kun immediately called the people over.

They knelt down in a dense crowd.

He Ying inquired about the details leading up to Sang Yan’s disappearance: “How was her mood? Any abnormalities? What did she have for dinner? What did she say? When did she go to sleep?”

It seemed like an interrogation, but it was more like he was reminiscing about her from the mouths of others.

Qiuzhi spoke through tears: “Lady Sang was always very happy; there was nothing unusual. She ate less at dinner, saying she wanted to maintain her figure. She went to sleep before the second watch, mentioning something about a beauty sleep.”

He Ying listened quietly, imagining her demeanor at that time.

A sweetness filled his heart.

She had tried to look beautiful for the man she loved.

So, she had liked him that much, preparing so much for their wedding day.

But the sweet feeling was fleeting.

The harsh reality tore at his heart.

She was gone.

Maybe she had been taken by a vile person, or perhaps by Jiang Ke.

At this moment, he was more inclined to believe the latter.

Compared to her facing danger, if Jiang Ke had taken her, she would be safe.

His hand was shaking again.

He clenched it into a fist, not wanting to show his unease.

“Have you heard of Jiang Ke in these past few days?”

“No.”

“Do you think Jiang Ke is the mastermind behind this?”

“I don’t know.”

Qiuzhi shook her head, choking on her words.

She was very worried about Sang Yan, afraid that something might have happened to her.

Seeing that he couldn’t get any useful information, He Ying waved his hand dismissively, “Lock them up in prison. If she isn’t found, all of you will pay with your lives.”

“Emperor—”

Qiuzhi dared not plead for herself and silently lowered her head.

The others cried out begging, “Emperor, spare our lives, Emperor, spare our lives—”

But it was useless.

The guards rushed in and took them all away.

Quietness returned to the room.

He Ying lay down, holding the wedding garment, smelling her scent on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

He would find her.

He surely would.

Ah Yan, don’t be afraid, wait for me.

Time quietly passed by.

The Hidden Guard who had gone to investigate Jiang Ke’s whereabouts came in, knelt down, and reported, “Emperor, Jiang Ke left the city the day before the wedding and has not returned since.”

“Perhaps it’s a diversion.”

He Ying slowly sat up, his gaze deep and chilling, “He’s skilled in martial arts and has information networks we cannot fathom. We must find him.”

“Yes.”

The Hidden Guards withdrew.

He Ying then ordered Pei Muyang to summon Zong Yingrong, the vice commander of the imperial guards, to see him.

Zong Yingrong, who was in charge of the security on the day of the wedding, arrived quickly.

He was a burly man with a broad waist. He had lost an eye in battle while following He Ying and wore a black eye patch, giving him a fierce look, almost like a tyrant.

But in reality, he stuttered a bit when he spoke, dissipating any aura of strength he emanated.

To command his subordinates, he once went six months without speaking.

Now, facing the Emperor, he said little, “Emperor—”

He gestured a salute and then fell silent.

He Ying didn’t mind and simply ordered, “I will issue a decree to all provinces and counties to secretly search for the person. Whoever brings news of the Empress will be promoted and rewarded with ten thousand gold. You will personally lead thirty thousand troops, splitting into ten groups, to work with the provinces and counties to find the Empress.”

He subconsciously felt that finding Sang Yan would be a long and difficult task.

“Understood.”

Zong Yingrong bowed and accepted the command.

He Ying had paper and ink brought in and personally sketched Sang Yan’s portrait for an artist to copy.

“She is Da He’s only Empress and the future mother of the Crown Prince. You know how important she is.”

He solemnly entrusted the portrait into Zong Yingrong’s hands.

The imperial guards were his brothers in arms, the most trusted of his trusted aides.

They followed every command he gave.

Zong Yingrong did the same.

Updat𝓮d fr𝙤m ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com.

“Your, servant, shall, find, the, Empress.”

He slowed down his words, each one ringing with determination.

He Ying patted his shoulder and waved him away.

Afterwards, some ministers requested an audience, but he turned them all away.

He just lay on the bed, holding her wedding garment, thinking of her.

*

Sang Yan was thinking of him too.

He had been so looking forward to their wedding, and now that she had suddenly disappeared, she wondered what state he must be in now.

Damn Jiang Ke!

She sat on the stiff wooden bed, hands and feet bound, a cloth gagging her mouth. After struggling to free herself for a long while, she was only drenched in sweat.

“Creak—”

The door of the little wooden hut finally opened.

When Sang Yan saw Jiang Ke walk in, she immediately started making noises to get his attention.

Jiang Ke saw her, walked over, gently stroked her head with a smile, and asked, “Ah Yan, did you miss me?”

Sang Yan nodded frantically.

Being bound like this, she couldn’t help but wish he would come back sooner to free her.

She was about to suffer to death.

Seeing this, Jiang Ke’s smile brightened, even warmer, “Ah Yan, if only you had been this way earlier, we wouldn’t have come to this point.”

As he spoke, he removed the cloth from her mouth.

Now that Sang Yan’s mouth was free, she wanted to curse him out, but knowing she was in no position to, she chose to speak softly, “Please untie me. I need to use the restroom. I’m begging you. I’m going to burst.”

Jiang Ke: “…”