The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 162 - Encounter
Chapter 162: Chapter 162 Encounter
He Ying had analyzed the situation with Tan Yunjian: once they reached the island and met the Puluo King, they should first get him to dispatch soldiers to search for people. If he actively helped, then he wasn’t colluding with the Beiqi Prince. If he was passive and made excuses, then he was trying to buy time and looking for an opportunity to kill them!
The reality showed it was the latter.
Now that they intended to kill him, he had to protect himself.
Tan Yunjian said, “I have now come to understand the intentions of Puluo Country.”
He was playing with words.
Without specifying what Puluo’s intentions were.
Qi Jiu didn’t care, changing the subject, “Emperor He is deeply sentimental. If my information is correct, Da He is currently at war with Beiqi. With Emperor He travelling far at this moment, isn’t he afraid of disheartening his subjects?”
He was just making small talk, stalling for time.
Also checking if he was so infatuated as to be confused.
Listening to his words, Tan Yunjian took a moment to consider before responding sarcastically, “I truly appreciate Mr. Jiu’s concern for me. But I would prefer Mr. Jiu to be more concerned about whether I can find my Empress or not.”
Qi Jiu: “…”
He lifted his cup and took a sip, his face in a half-smile, “This word of mine really is a good one.”
Once he had killed him, the person would be his.
Seeing them idle in conversation, He Ying grew restless and took the excuse of going to the toilet to slip out.
“Excuse me, where is the toilet?”
He Ying, clutching his stomach, found a guard and asked, apparently making an inquiry but actually seizing the opportunity to make a move.
The guard, unaware that he had been targeted, saw the other party dressed in Da He’s uniform and dared not delay, saying, “Please follow me.”
This was exactly what He Ying wanted.
He Ying’s brow relaxed, “Thank you for the trouble.”
The two left the banquet hall one after the other, winding through several corridors.
“Just ahead is—”
The guard hadn’t finished speaking when a karate chop came flying at him, causing his eyes to roll back as he fainted.
He Ying dragged the man behind a rockery, quickly stripped him of his clothes to put on himself, and then, calmly left the rockery, searching the palace for Sang Yan’s whereabouts.
*
Fengming Pavilion
Sang Yan paced back and forth in the room, her brows furrowed in worry.
A melodious sound of silk and bamboo music wafted in from outside.
She hurried to the window, identifying that the music came from the direction of the banquet hall, and her heart sank rapidly.
It had better not be what she thought it was!
She picked up the hem of her dress and walked quickly to the door, “I need to go out.”
Her pretty face was full of frost, her presence imposing.
Unfortunately, Han Chen was not intimidated by her paper tiger act.
He still stood blocking the door with his sword, “Miss Sang, why make things difficult for me? Mr. Jiu has ordered that you stay here.”
“Did Mr. Jiu also instruct you not to anger me?”
Sang Yan asked coldly, actually managing to stump Han Chen for a moment.
Mr. Jiu did indeed treat this woman quite specially.
If she spoke ill of him in front of Mr. Jiu—
Taking advantage of Han Chen’s moment of consideration, Sang Yan slipped past him, her slender figure gliding by like the wind.
But she was quickly caught.
Han Chen grabbed her arm, frowning, “Miss Sang, please go back inside. Don’t force me to rough it up. You should be tired of being acupunctured, right?”
He was threatening her.
The words ‘acupunctured’ reminded her of the dead Jiang Ke.
She felt both pain and hatred, “Let go. I’ll go back.”
She feigned compliance, and as soon as he let go, she immediately tried to pull his sword.
She wanted to kill.
Or to threaten with suicide.
But it was unsuccessful.
Han Chen’s reaction was too quick.
She, a weak woman, had no advantage in the face of absolute martial force.
“Miss Sang, please stop making a fuss. Go ahead!” Han Chen said coldly, his face stern, extending his hand for her to go inside.
Sang Yan had no other choice but to glare at him and angrily return to her room.
The music and the laughter of Dancing Girls persisted from the banquet hall.
It must be He Ying and the others who had come.
Given Qi Jiu’s ruthless and decisive ways, if they weren’t alert, they would likely be in grave danger!
She had to find a way to warn them.
The night was gradually darkening.
A palace maid entered and lit the candles on the candelabrum.
The flickering flames danced.
An idea sparked in her eyes.
Just then, the palace maid brought in the evening meal.
As she was sipping her soup, she purposely spilled it all over herself, then began to undo her clothes as if to change them.
Han Chen stood guard at the door and, upon witnessing the scene, had no choice but to close the door.
An opportunity not to be missed.
She piled up the curtains and bedding together and then knocked over the candelabra.
The fire caught quickly.
Her eyes reddened from the smoke; she quickly covered her nose and mouth with the handkerchief she’d previously soaked with water, and did not call for help.
She hoped the fire would grow fiercer.
Unfortunately, Han Chen quickly smelled the smoke and pushed the door open.
Seeing her with her clothes half off, she immediately clutched her chest and screamed, “Get out! Get out! I’m not dressed! Don’t let anyone in!”
Han Chen: “…”
He hadn’t expected Sang Yan to do something like this!
When he pushed the door and saw her with her clothes half off, he indeed instinctively stepped back out.
But there was a fire in the room, no time to waste!
He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and charged in.
Sang Yan saw him enter and began to dodge all over the room, delaying for the fire to grow bigger.
“Don’t come over!”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Cough, cough, cough, I’m not wearing any clothes!”
She dodged back and forth, slippery as an eel.
Han Chen, eyes closed, used the sound to locate her. Missing a few times, he became so furious that he cursed, “Sang Yan! Are you crazy? Do you want to burn to death in here?”
This woman was indeed full of tricks!
Mr. Jiu had said she was difficult to deal with, and he wasn’t wrong!
If he could, he really wanted to let her die in the fire.
But when he thought about Mr. Jiu’s attitude toward her?
Damnit!
If Mr. Jiu, who has fallen for the first time, truly let her die—
Han Chen didn’t want Mr. Jiu to be sad, so he had to suppress his anger, charge into the fire, and forcefully brought Sang Yan out.
“The fire’s gotten out of control!”
“Someone! Quickly, extinguish the fire!”
As he carried Sang Yan out, he yelled loudly for help.
Palace Attendants and guards quickly came to put out the fire.
Sang Yan looked at the commotion and knew the fire would soon be extinguished; her heart sank with disappointment.
It had not truly caught on fire!
What a pity!
“Cough, cough—”
“Serves you right!”
Han Chen looked at Sang Yan, who was coughing continuously, her face ashen, utterly disheveled, and felt an urge to strangle her.
“Come on, let’s go to Mr. Jiu’s quarters.”
He looked at the Fengming Pavilion, blackened and smoldering with smoke, and knew it was uninhabitable.
While fixing her clothes, Sang Yan said, “I want to see Qi Jiu.”
“First to the quarters.”
“I want to see Qi Jiu.”
Sang Yan insisted stubbornly, “If I can’t see Qi Jiu, I’ll burn down his quarters.”
She knew Qi Jiu wouldn’t kill her; that was her biggest bargaining chip!
Han Chen didn’t want to entangle with her any further; seeing her clothes were tidied, he grabbed her and headed towards Chonghua Palace.
Another two squads of fire extinguishing guards arrived.
“I really will burn his quarters! Let me see Qi—”
Sang Yan was still trying to negotiate when, with an inadvertent glance, she saw a familiar face among the guards—He Ying!
It was him!
He had come!
At last, he had arrived!
Tears suddenly fell.
She saw him press a hand against his lips, his eyes also rimmed red, gleaming with moisture.
Such an unexpected reunion, longed for day and night.
He Ying had spotted Sang Yan from afar before she noticed him.
He had to clench his fists to resist the impulse to go up and embrace her right then.
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His Ah Yan.
His Ah Yan ah!
She had lost weight.
She looked haggard.
She had suffered greatly.
His heart ached so much that it felt shattered.
