The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 86 - 0 Loyal Heart

Chapter 86: Chapter 086 Loyal Heart

“The Emperor’s illness had healed?”

The Empress Dowager’s face turned ashen at the thought, and she immediately pushed a palace maid forward, “You, go touch the Emperor.”

That palace maid didn’t dare to!

She knelt down and, kowtowing, pleaded, “Mercy, Empress Dowager! Mercy, Empress Dowager!”

In the past, anyone who touched the Emperor and triggered his illness was killed.

She didn’t want to die.

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The Empress Dowager said, “I don’t want your life! You go touch the Emperor, see if his illness has healed?”

It couldn’t be that only Sang Yan could touch him!

The palace maid still didn’t dare, shaking her head and weeping, “Mercy, Empress Dowager.”

“Useless! Worthless!”

The Empress Dowager replaced her with another palace maid.

That palace maid didn’t dare either, kneeling and begging, “Mercy, Empress Dowager.”

She had been terrified by the Emperor’s previously frenzied and scary appearance.

Seeing this, the Empress Dowager was both disappointed and furious, “I don’t repeat myself. Go now, or if the Emperor doesn’t kill you, I will!”

With such threats, the palace maid could only tremblingly go forward to touch the Emperor.

He Ying also wanted to know if he had recovered, so he cooperated, sitting there letting the palace maid touch him.

The palace maid’s hand shook incessantly, and for a long time, she couldn’t even touch the Emperor’s arm.

Seeing this, Sang Yan felt she was truly pitiable and said, “You need not fear. Even if the Emperor falls ill, I will not let him kill you.”

“Thank you, Lord Sang.”

Having received Sang Yan’s verbal assurance, the palace maid finally dared to touch the Emperor’s arm.

Just once.

She touched briefly and then withdrew.

He Ying hardly felt her touch, but the sensation of itchiness and pain had already arrived.

“Enough, get away from Us.”

He frowned, pulling down his sleeve, his arm already beginning to show red bumps.

Still no.

Except for Sang Yan.

He reached for Sang Yan’s hand and, as he watched, the red bumps began to fade away.

Everyone nearly dropped their jaws in shock.

The Empress Dowager included.

She began to feel relieved that she had listened to Wan Zhang’s advice and had not actually killed Sang Yan.

According to her original plan, she would have Sang Yan fake her death, send her out of the palace, and secretly keep her under surveillance.

If the Emperor could break out of her spell, then she would lose her value and could be easily disposed of.

But things hadn’t gone as she had wished.

The Emperor was too emotionally attached, unable to break free.

“Take her back. As for those Ministers outside, I will speak to them.”

She had no choice but to side with the Emperor once again.

It could also be seen as an overture of goodwill.

He Ying, however, was not appreciative and said sternly, “The Empress Dowager nearly harmed her, do you think it’s finished with that?”

The Empress Dowager asked, “What does the Emperor wish? To kill me?”

He Ying: “…”

Killing was not an option!

Firstly, it would indeed tarnish his holy name, and secondly, Sang Yan probably wouldn’t agree.

But not seeking revenge was also impossible!

“The Empress Dowager should properly enjoy her remaining years.”

“I think Li Palace is quite nice.”

Li Palace wasn’t in the Imperial Palace.

Located near the Emperor’s Mausoleum, it served as a lodge for Emperors to pay homage to their ancestors.

Life there was austere.

Sending a Dowager Empress there was akin to exile to the border, an unspeakable humiliation!

“Your Majesty, please reconsider.”

The old eunuch supporting the Empress Dowager knelt and pleaded, “The Empress Dowager is of advanced years and in poor health; she truly cannot endure—”

His plea was cut off by the Empress Dowager’s violent coughing.

In her smooth and glorious life, when had she ever been treated this way?

“Cough, cough, cough, how dare you—”

Her temper surged, her vision darkened, and she fainted.

“Empress Dowager!”

“Empress Dowager! Imperial Physician, quickly save the Empress Dowager!”

The palace maids and eunuchs on the scene shouted and called.

He Ying felt annoyed and picked up Sang Yan, heading outside.

The officials were still kneeling.

They were stunned when they saw the Emperor carrying someone out, “Emperor—”

He Ying said, “As you all can see, my peculiar illness has been cured.”

“Congratulations to the Emperor.”

“May the Emperor’s lucky star shine brightly.”

“Long live the Emperor.”

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The ministers spewed a bunch of flattery.

He Ying listened with a smile.

Of course, it was a sneer: “I haven’t finished speaking. I’m only better with her. As for other women, I still can’t touch them.”

Upon hearing this, the ministers looked at each other, at a loss for words.

Why would it be like this?

If the Emperor could only touch her, then she would be the only one able to give birth to the heir in the future.

This realization made their faces look very unpleasant.

He Ying continued to sneer: “Given this, do you still want me to kill her? She will be the only woman who can give birth to an heir for Da He. Killing her would be killing Da He’s future.”

No one dared to refute his words.

Except for Sang Yan.

However, she didn’t refute either. Watching the silent and speechless ministers, she felt rather awkward—was this what it felt like to reach the summit of life by having a child?

She rejected this in her heart.

“You all go back and think it over! Let me see your loyalty to me and to Da He!”

This statement was quite interesting.

It elevated Sang Yan to the same level of importance as the country itself.

“Alright. Go back now.”

Sang Yan felt so embarrassed.

Hearing her words, He Ying didn’t linger any longer and carried her back to a side hall in Qingning Palace.

Sang Ruoshui was still there.

She had found Wan Zhang’s suicide note and refrained from opening it.

Now clutching the letter, she intermittently glanced outside the hall.

Sang Yan couldn’t die yet.

Even if there was a moment when she wished her dead.

When He Ying entered carrying Sang Yan—

“Sister, are you alright?”

Sang Ruoshui rushed over, looking concerned and smiling: “Seeing you like this, you must be fine.”

As her words ended, her eyes lit up: “The Emperor is carrying you back. Is the Emperor’s illness cured?”

She excitedly tried to touch the Emperor.

He Ying gave her a cold look and snapped, “I can only touch her. Nobody else is allowed.”

Sang Ruoshui: “…How come?”

Is Sang Yan’s fate so good?

Why?

It’s so unfair!

He Ying placed Sang Yan on the bed and asked her what she needed.

Sang Yan looked at Sang Ruoshui, remembered the task she had assigned her, and asked, “Have you found anything?”

“I have.”

Sang Ruoshui smiled, seeking recognition: “Your Majesty, please look over this, I have found Director Wan’s suicide note.”

He Ying had also sent people to look for it, but to no avail thus far.

Seeing the suicide note now, he too was delighted and reached out to take it.

Sang Ruoshui seized the opportunity to touch the Emperor’s hand.

In the next moment, that hand began to redden.

Only then did she believe it, kneeling down and exclaiming, “Your Majesty, forgive me.”

He Ying endured the pain and itch, commanding, “Leave.”

Knowing she had erred, Sang Ruoshui didn’t dare to linger and retreated in a state of panic.

Seeing her leave, He Ying turned to Sang Yan and said, “It’s painful, itchy. Touch me.”

He reached out his hand, waiting for Sang Yan to touch him, treating her like a miraculous medicine.

Sang Yan hadn’t expected to have this ability either, a bit skeptical, and tried again.

She touched the patch of red bumps and, in no time, they subsided.

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It was truly miraculous.

She covered her mouth, genuinely shocked: Goodness, it works this well? Is this still the ancient world? Or perhaps a world of immortals and martial arts? Was she like a celestial being from a hit Xianxia drama, her entire being medicinal?

Lost in thought, her hand was seized.

He Ying pulled her close, pressing his forehead against hers eagerly, murmuring, “I’ve been sick for so long, and it turns out you’re my medicine. Ah Yan, even my illness is in love with you.”