The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 336 - 333: The Secret

Yuesang Palace

In the bathhouse

Princess Consort Sang was scrubbed, washed, and had her hair done by palace maids, then finally changed into a robe, recovering some semblance of a human form, before being carried out by an eunuch and laid on the bed.

The bed was soft and warm.

Princess Consort Sang had not laid in such a comforting place for a long time, feeling as if she were slipping into a beautiful, peaceful dream.

Perhaps she should have died here.

At this very moment.

But her wish was not granted.

Someone grabbed her hand, dragging her back to reality.

"Princess Consort Sang, I am the female doctor Luo Shan, now by the Emperor’s order, I am here to examine and treat you."

Luo Shan took her hand, rolled up her sleeve to reveal her pallid, thin wrist, then placed her hand on it, starting to examine her pulse.

Weak.

Too weak.

All her organs were failing to various degrees.

If not treated promptly, she surely wouldn’t last three days.

Fortunately, she’d encountered her.

After examining her pulse, Luo Shan went to write a prescription and handed it to a nearby palace maid: "Go and prepare the medicine."

"Yes."

The responding palace maid was from Qingning Palace.

Originally, the palace maids serving in Yuesang Palace were all taken to the Prison Department because their master had committed an offense, and they had not been released yet.

Pei Muyang knew about this and had thus dispatched several palace maids from Qingning Palace to serve temporarily.

"Ah wah ah woo—"

Princess Consort Sang tried to say something, but could only produce hoarse and ugly sounds.

Luo Shan sensed her agitation and consoled, "Princess Consort Sang, are you feeling discomfort anywhere?"

Princess Consort Sang shook her head vigorously.

Suddenly, she struggled to sit up, her eyes turning towards the entrance of the hall.

Luo Shan followed her gaze and turned to look, only to see the Empress standing there—she stood at the entrance, not coming in, and it was unclear how long she had been there.

"Greetings to the Empress—"

Luo Shan quickly got up to bow.

Qing Wu raised her hand with a smile, "No need for formalities."

She actually wanted to be low-key.

Even before the palace attendants could bow, she would gesture for them to be quiet.

Little did she expect Princess Consort Sang to notice her first.

Wasn’t it said she was blind?

Could she be pretending?

"Ah wah! Ah wah ah!"

Princess Consort Sang kept shouting towards Qing Wu’s figure.

This quickly exhausted what little strength she had left.

She couldn’t convey what she intended to say—it’s her! It’s her! Liar!

But no one understood what she wanted to say.

Luo Shan wasn’t paying attention to her, instead she was smilingly looking at "Sang Yan," asking, "What brings the Empress here?"

Qing Wu said, "I heard the Emperor released her, I had nothing pressing, so I came to see."

She lied; she actually came specifically to inquire about her.

Luo Shan, unaware of the truth, thought: the Emperor had just ordered to keep matters quiet, yet the Empress knew immediately, who knows who let it slip. The rules of the Imperial Palace are frighteningly lax.

"How is she?"

Qing Wu regretted not getting rid of Princess Consort Sang directly. Although she had someone feed her tongue-dropping medicine to ruin her voice while she attempted to bite off her tongue, she still feared that news had leaked.

The circumstances were urgent at the time, and the cleanup was not perfect.

Only because the Emperor had fainted and all attention was on him, did they fortunately succeed.

Luo Shan, unaware of her thoughts, thought she was concerned about this sister, so she responded, "Your Highness, rest assured, under my care, she is out of immediate danger."

Qing Wu: "..."

That wasn’t necessary.

"Good. That’s good."

She feigned a smile, turning her head to look at Princess Consort Sang. Upon closer inspection, she indeed saw Princess Consort Sang staring at her, but her eyes were vacant and spiritless, seemingly truly blind.

Princess Consort Sang could feel that person staring at her, and grief mingled with pain nearly drove her mad.

"Ahwoo awah!"

She’s a villain!

She’s a fake!

Alas, she realized too late and couldn’t say anything anymore.

Tears fell.

"Aaah—"

Her cries tore at the heart, filled with despair.

Like a madwoman!

"Indeed," the Emperor said, "she gets very agitated when she sees me. Enough. I won’t provoke her any further."

Qing Wu suppressed her disdainful look, glanced at Luo Shan, and then said, "Come with me."

Luo Shan thought the Empress wanted to inquire about Sang Ruoshui’s condition and, without much thought, followed her out.

They strolled in the Imperial Garden.

The winter garden, apart from a blooming plum tree braving the bitter cold, was desolate and withered everywhere.

The cold wind howled.

Palace attendants huddled and followed from a distance.

Wrapped in a large cloak and holding a hot water bottle, Qing Wu was quite warm.

Thus, she leisurely chatted away with Luo Shan for a while before pretending to remember something offhand, "Oh, that’s right, I just remembered something. Why were you and Qiuzhi kneeling in Qingning Palace? Did you hear something you shouldn’t have?"

Caught off guard by the question, Luo Shan hesitated before answering truthfully, "Indeed, it was something that should not have been heard. The Emperor has decreed that it must not be shared. If the Empress wishes to know, she might ask the Emperor."

She wasn’t one to lie, nor did she want to lie to "Sang Yan," so she chose to defer the question to the Emperor.

Hearing this, Qing Wu grew irritable: Would she be asking them if the Emperor were willing to tell her? A bunch of fools!

Yet she had to cajole these fools, hinting obliquely, "Does it concern me?"

Luo Shan thought for a moment, didn’t hide the truth, and nodded, "Yes, it does."

Qing Wu’s heart tightened, guessing, "It seems it is not good news."

Luo Shan paused, not quite agreeing, "Not necessarily, the Empress worries too much. You have the Emperor’s protection, how could anything bad reach you?"

Qing Wu: "..."

If only it were the real Sang Yan!

She was already sensing a growing distance and suspicion from He Ying.

What should she do?

She had also missed a prime opportunity to kill him.

How could she extricate herself?

Was it still possible for her to escape safely?

Thinking, she continued to ask, "Do you think the Emperor loves me?"

Without hesitation, Luo Shan responded, "Naturally."

Qing Wu inquired further, "Compared to before?"

Luo Shan was puzzled, "Empress... what do you mean by that?"

She had seen the Emperor’s humbleness and deep affection and couldn’t believe that "Sang Yan" would worry about the Emperor’s love.

Is this what a woman in love is like?

No matter how much love she has, it feels insufficient?

"...It means nothing."

Qing Wu couldn’t directly say: I feel the Emperor doesn’t love Sang Yan as much.

No, rather, he doesn’t love the Sang Yan she was portraying.

What about Sang Yan?

Had her love for him decreased?

By now, she should be in Beiqi, staying by Qi Wuya’s side, facing his deep affection. Could she be swayed?

Lost in thought, she became distracted.

"The Empress seems troubled."

Luo Shan observed the distracted "Sang Yan," feeling she harbored some secret.

But what could that secret be?

"Who doesn’t have troubles?"

Instead of covering up or pretending all was fine, Qing Wu naturally steered the conversation back, "My troubles aren’t important. What matters are the Emperor’s troubles. Doctor Luo, what do you think the Emperor might be troubled about?"

Luo Shan couldn’t say.

As a female doctor, she dared not speculate on the Emperor’s will, only suggesting, "If the Empress is curious, she can ask the Emperor. I believe the Emperor also wishes to openly speak with the Empress."

She wasn’t blind and could see an invisible barrier between the two.

But she believed the Emperor’s deep affection was genuine.

Thus, she said, "Empress, you may doubt everything, but you mustn’t doubt the Emperor’s sincerity towards you."

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