The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 89 - 0 Empress

Chapter 89: Chapter 089 Empress

“I won’t. No matter who she is, I’d never like her.”

“Liar. I don’t want to see you right now.”

Sang Yan sent him out.

She was angry, the kind that couldn’t be coaxed.

He Ying stood outside the hall, turned to Pei Muyang, and asked for help, “What to do? How to soothe her?”

He’d already lost all his dignity, so he didn’t care about it anymore.

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Pei Muyang had overheard their conversation and after thinking for a while, said with an apologetic smile, “This servant thinks that Lord Sang does mind the existence of the Empress. Think about it, no woman wants to lower herself to become a concubine. Even if it’s a Noble Consort, in the end, she’s still a noble concubine.”

He Ying realized this as well.

He stroked his chin and wandered outside the hall for a while, before going to the main hall.

Inside the main hall,

Empress Pei Wenjun removed her hairpins to plead for mercy, her long hair flowing loose as she knelt straight.

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She wasn’t strikingly pretty, if Sang Yan were here, she’d think of her as having the refined face of a modern model, even with minimalist makeup, her presence was strong.

“Your Majesty—”

Her voice had a husky quality to it, rough yet comforting.

He Ying couldn’t appreciate such beauty and sat down coldly on the Dragon Couch, knowingly asking, “What brings the Empress here?”

Pei Wenjun stated her purpose truthfully, “This servant has come to plead on behalf of the Empress Dowager.”

He Ying, speaking of the Empress Dowager, showed disgust in his eyes, “She’s old and senile, and nearly killed my woman. If it were someone else, I would have killed her on the spot. Now, sending her to Li Palace to enjoy her later years is already a great mercy.”

“This servant knows of Your Majesty’s profound grace, but the Empress Dowager is unwell, bedridden with illness. Moving her to Li Palace really goes against filial piety.”

“Are you using filial piety to pressure me?”

“This servant wouldn’t dare.”

“Since you dare not, then go back. Without my permission, you are not to leave Qifeng Palace in the future.”

Actually, He Ying should take this opportunity to depose her.

But it was a time of many concerns, and he didn’t want to create complications.

Plus, once Sang Yan became pregnant and gave birth to the heir, making a great contribution to the country, it wouldn’t be difficult to make her the Empress.

The condition was that Pei Wenjun should remain invisible and not wander around causing trouble, bothering Sang Yan.

Still kneeling, Pei Wenjun kowtowed, “Please reconsider, Your Majesty.”

He Ying waved his hand irritably, “I have already reconsidered. Leave. Don’t make me have someone escort you out. That would be quite unsightly.”

Seeing this, Pei Wenjun’s expression changed, her eyes filled with sorrow, “Your Majesty, your wife of many years knows of her father’s deep sins and never dares to say much. Now that the Empress Dowager is seriously ill, if this servant remains silent, what’s the point of living?”

He Ying’s gaze sharpened at these words, “Are you threatening me?”

“Not a threat.”

Pei Wenjun shook her head, correcting, “It’s an exchange of conditions.”

He Ying laughed, “Oh? What conditions do you have?”

Pei Wenjun said, “This servant is willing to abdicate.”

She was willing to give up her position as Empress.

Actually, being the Empress in name only, it wasn’t interesting to retain the title.

“No woman wants their man to have other women. The expulsion of the other concubines has already signaled the Sang Family’s daughter’s intentions. But this servant hears she is kind and just, with moral integrity. If Your Majesty deposes the current Empress, she’s bound to feel guilty. Only if this servant requests to step down will you, Your Majesty, be able to fulfill your desire.”

She knew all too well that the Emperor had long considered deposing her.

But if she was deposed, the state couldn’t go a day without an Empress, and surely another would be appointed. Then a new imperial family power would rise, and that’s not what he wanted to see.

Now, however, the situation was different; the Emperor had his favored woman, and her preferential treatment was well known in Qifeng Palace. Her position wouldn’t last; rather than wait to be deposed passively, it was better to take initiative and maybe get something she wanted in exchange.

Being tactful was something she’d learned since childhood.

“You’re very clever.”

“Pity I’m a Pei Family daughter, right?”

Pei Wenjun looked desolate, “Your Majesty, if this servant weren’t a Pei Family daughter, would it make any difference?”

“There are no ‘what ifs’ in this world.”

He Ying did not answer her question, waved his hand dismissively, and said, “Go ahead. I have permitted it.”

After sending people away, he returned to the side hall.

In the side hall,

Sang Yan was still upset and had not fallen asleep.

Seeing him come in, she turned over, her back facing him.

He Ying looked at her without annoyance, sat at the bedside, and touched her hair. “Ah Yan, don’t be angry. I’ve come to bring you something nice.”

The position of Empress couldn’t be considered something nice, could it?

Sang Yan was uninterested and snorted coldly, “I don’t want it. I’m going to sleep; don’t disturb me.”

He Ying, with a smile, coaxed her, “Really, it’s something good, something all women in the world would want.”

Sang Yan was ultimately piqued with curiosity.

She turned around, her tone indifferent, “What is it?”

He Ying sat her up, enunciating each word, “The, position, of, Empress.”

Sang Yan felt a tightness in her heart, “What do you mean?”

Could it be what she thought, that he wanted to depose the current Empress?

“No, Your Majesty, that must not be done!”

“Don’t get so agitated!”

He Ying, having guessed her thoughts, explained, “This matter has nothing to do with you. It’s the Empress who came to plead on behalf of the Empress Dowager, willingly abdicating her position to let someone else more virtuous take her place, asking me to forgive the Empress Dowager.”

Sang Yan felt this was taking advantage of someone’s distress.

The Empress pleading for the Empress Dowager was also an act of benevolent filial piety.

She frowned and said, “Even if it’s because I made a mistake, how can it not concern me? I don’t want this position as Empress.”

He Ying did not understand, “Why? Don’t you want to be my Empress? Or are you still thinking of leaving the palace?”

If that was the case, what could he do with her then?

His heart ached again.

In twinges and tangles with no end.

Seeing his expression was off, Sang Yan quickly shook her head, “No, that’s not what I meant. I just don’t want the Empress to lose her original status because of me.”

“How could this be because of you? This is her own willing choice.”

He also made his stance clear, “Her father is Pei Zhen, a convicted traitor. If she were not deposed, and someone else was to take the Empress’s place, I would have deposed her long ago.”

Sang Yan could also understand the Emperor’s motive, and it was precisely because she understood that she insisted all the more, “If that’s the case, then I definitely cannot become Empress, otherwise, the Sang Family would be the next Pei Family.”

Human ambition and greed are endless.

Many empresses and their families in history had met with terrible fates.

Especially now when the officials were calling for a purge of the court, having killed her father.

For her to take the position of Empress at this time, wouldn’t that further provoke them to submit petitions?

The Emperor opposing the multitude of ministers was surely not a wise move.

“Your Majesty values me greatly, and I am well aware, but the position of Empress is of great importance, and Your Majesty should not act impulsively.”

She reflected that she was too sensitive to the existence of the Empress, causing He Ying to sense something was amiss, so she changed her cold demeanor, smiled, and said, “I truly do not want to be Empress. With so many small and big matters within the palace, I have no desire to tire myself managing them – it would age me. Alright, it’s late now, Your Majesty should rest as well. Tomorrow’s court session will probably be unsettled.”

He Ying still remembered that he needed to assess the loyalty of the ministers to Da He.

It would likely be a tough fight.

So he did not linger any longer.

“Alright, I’ll go to rest, but you think carefully about this matter of becoming Empress.”

“Mhm.”

Sang Yan waved him off nonchalantly.

After he left, she was troubled for a while longer before she finally drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow’s troubles, tomorrow’s worry.