The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 72 - 0 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.

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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—sudden 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.

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—had 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—”

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.

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It must be said that this Emperor truly knew how to speak words of affection!