The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 135 - : Faith

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Faith

Jiang Ke hadn’t expected to see Qi Jiu on the ship.

After boarding the ship overnight, he had been keeping a low profile.

Usually, he would stay in the guest rooms on the ship.

Today, he had rarely come out to stroll, mainly wanting to gather some information, and ended up encountering Qi Jiu at the bow.

Qi Jiu was seated at a small table, playing chess with Han Mo.

He was playing with the black pieces, and Han Mo had the white pieces, with the black pieces being pitifully surrounded and attacked by the white ones.

“You should go easy on me.”

Han Chen, sitting beside his brother, disapproved of his behavior and nudged him with his elbow.

Han Mo was indifferent: “There’s no room for mercy in a battle between the strong.”

Qi Jiu nodded in agreement: “Showing mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself. A wise person would never commit such a foolish act.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the man who had walked out of the cabin—

“We meet again, Young Master Jiang.”

Qi Jiu had already found out his identity.

His posture was confident and composed, his composure exuding a sense of arrogance as if everything was under his control.

Jiang Ke immediately suspected him of leaking their whereabouts.

Indeed, failing to kill him earlier had been a grave mistake.

He gripped his sword, suppressing the urge to kill him, and asked with a smile, “Qi… Jiu, right? Young Master Qi, are you really a merchant?”

He still didn’t know his true identity.

That was where he was slightly outmatched.

Annoying.

“Whether I am a merchant or not, I harbor no ill intentions towards Young Master Jiang.”

Qi Jiu extended his hand, inviting him to play chess.

Jiang Ke willingly went over and while playing chess, inquired, “Where is Young Master Qi headed?”

Qi Jiu said, “I am going to Puluo Country.”

Puluo Country was a maritime kingdom.

It was said that although the territory of the country was small, it had a large population, a thriving economy, and a strong military.

The King was open and inclusive, absorbing talents from various countries and advocating a national policy that everyone should be ready to fight, especially skilled in naval warfare.

Jiang Ke was on his way to Puluo Country as well.

“The same destination as mine.”

“That’s a coincidence. So it is said, meeting is fate. The past conflicts were just misunderstandings.”

He remained as friendly to Jiang Ke as ever.

But Jiang Ke became even more wary: “Why is Young Master Qi going to Puluo Country?”

“For leisure. And to do some business on the way.”

“What kind of business?”

“You will know soon enough, Young Master Jiang.”

His answer was leak-proof.

Jiang Ke could glean very little information.

He didn’t know if the other was friend or foe, but he wasn’t in a rush; this maritime journey would take some days, and time would reveal the true nature of people.

“I’ve lost.”

Jiang Ke was not skilled at chess, and losing was inevitable.

He wasn’t afraid of losing, but he worried about its ominous implications.

Qi Jiu, having won the game, was very happy, and even analyzed the reasons for the loss—where the wrong moves happened, where he should have played, analyzing earnestly, as if merely teaching him how to play chess.

Jiang Ke gradually lost his patience as he half-understood the analysis: “Alright. I have things to attend to, so I won’t disturb you any further.”

He disliked Qi Jiu.

Ever since the first time they met.

He couldn’t understand it; the other was handsome, eloquent, and friendly towards him—how could he be so repulsive?

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Qi Jiu felt the opposite about him.

He admired Jiang Ke.

Even after Jiang Ke had left, Han Mo soberly said, “He won’t be of use to you.”

Han Mo was skilled in calculations; whatever he said often turned out to be the case.

“Doing the impossible even when knowing it’s impossible—that is my life’s belief.”

Qi Jiu gave a slight smile, warm yet powerful.

Han Mo wanted to say more but was nudged by his brother Han Chen’s elbow, so he changed his words to “Mr. Jiu is wise.”

*

Jiang Ke returned to his guest room.

He was still immersed in the terrible mood from encountering Qi Jiu, and he sat down on a chair without speaking.

Sang Yan tried to attract his attention by making some noises.

He looked over and asked, “What’s wrong? Do you want something? Are you thirsty? Or hungry?”

Sang Yan was unable to move, only able to indicate with her eyes: No! Not it!

Her face was flushed red, her expression pained, and her eyes filled with tears.

She was now disguised as a man, with her chest bound.

Jiang Ke gently wiped away her tears, leaned in, and whispered guessingly, “Is it the chest bind that’s hurting? Good child, I’ll untie it for you tonight.”

During the day, with people coming and going outside, even if the door was closed, it felt unsafe.

Especially since Qi Jiu and others were also present.

They knew everything, and once they showed malice, he feared he might not be able to protect her.

Actually, he rarely feared anything; even when searchers came that night, he was only afraid of leaking information and attracting trouble, but now, he was truly a bit scared.

In this strange and limited space, he was with the frail Sang Yan, fearing he might inadvertently push her into danger.

“Uh-uh-uh—”

Sang Yan continued to make pained noises.

Jiang Ke couldn’t figure out what she needed, so he could only whisper a warning, “I will release your mute acupoint, don’t make a sound. Otherwise, I will not be lenient.”

Mm-hmm.

Sang Yan’s eyes conveyed the message.

Jiang Ke then released her mute acupoint.

Sang Yan choked up and said, “It’s… my period… I have stomach pains. And my clothes are dirty.”

Jiang Ke: “…”

So that was it.

He suddenly understood, then started to worry: How should he handle this? He didn’t understand.

Seeing his confusion, Sang Yan said, “Find some old clothes, wash them, dry them, and cut them into long strips. Wait, my stomach hurts, make me some brown sugar water first.”

Jiang Ke nodded and asked, “After cutting it into long strips, then what?”

“Lay them layer by layer and add some paper…”

She actually didn’t know how to deal with it either and could only manage as best as she could.

Jiang Ke understood and pointed at her mute acupoint again, then went to make brown sugar water.

After feeding her, he busied himself with the things she had asked for, working all the way until evening.

The process was incredibly difficult.

Finally, he had prepared everything and was ready for her to use it.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded.

His gaze sharpened as he went to open the door.

Outside was Han Mo.

He didn’t speak but directly threw a package inside.

Jiang Ke didn’t understand, but upon opening it, he found it was the kind of items a girl would need.

Help as timely as snowfall?

He thought of this phrase, but his gratitude was fleeting, soon followed by anger, “Are you spying on me?”

Han Mo’s expression was calm, “You’re overthinking it. I was just in the kitchen cooking for Mr. Jiu and heard you needed brown sugar water. I came to give you this. Our Mr. Jiu doesn’t know.”

Jiang Ke: “…”

Was he mistaken?

Were they actually good people?

“What kind of person is your Mr. Jiu?”

“Don’t worry about who he is. We have no ill intent towards you.”

“But also no sincerity.”

Jiang Ke coldly mocked, “Covering up, always hiding something. Just a hypocritical act.”

Han Mo, unlike Qi Jiu, was not easy to talk to and retorted, “We’re hypocritical, but you abduct a weak girl, what does that make you? You think I’m trying to please you, laughable. I just pity that girl. Being with you, she is truly suffering.”

His words were sharp and touched upon Jiang Ke’s sore spot.

“Get out!”

Jiang Ke shouted angrily, “Bang,” and slammed the door shut.

He carried the items back to Sang Yan’s bedside, saw her pale face and cold sweat on her forehead, knew she was suffering, and felt guilty and remorseful, “Ah Yan, I’m sorry.”