MTLNOVEL Chapter 80 - 080 Evil
Chapter 80: Chapter 080 Evil
Pei Muyang wouldn’t dare respond.
But as he thought about Sang Yan’s character, it indeed seemed possible that she would kick the Emperor out of the bed.
“Go get that thing.”
He Ying still wanted to see it.
He didn’t believe it would disgust him to death.
At this moment, Pei Muyang didn’t dare hand it over, softly advising, “Emperor, do not rush heedlessly.”
The palace maid had already brought the medicine.
Pei Muyang immediately took it and handed it to the Emperor, “I hope the Emperor cherishes himself.”
He Ying downed the medicine in one breath but still insisted, “Less nonsense, bring up that thing.”
Seeing this, Pei Muyang could only present the item.
With that presentation, the consumed medicine was all in vain.
He Ying vomited it out, all while looking on, as if self-tormenting.
Pei Muyang knew this couldn’t continue, mainly because it harmed the Emperor’s health, so he had someone call Sang Yan over from the side hall.
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When Sang Yan entered, the palace maids were cleaning the vomit off the floor and had lit many incense sticks.
After a flurry of activity, the hall was restored to its original state.
“Why have you come?”
He Ying, behind layers of gauzy curtains, saw the last person he wanted to see.
He appeared like this, and Pei Muyang dared to call her here!
“Pei Muyang, such audacity!”
He hurriedly fixed his robe, turning his back, and roared in rage, “Guards, drag him out and beat him with thirty strokes!”
The guards, hearing the order, briskly came in.
Pei Muyang crashed to his knees, “Emperor, forgive me! Emperor, spare my life!”
He then turned towards Sang Yan, kowtowing and pleading, “I hope Lord Sang shows me mercy!”
Sang Yan knew his worry for the Emperor’s health motivated his actions. His intentions were good, and he was loyal, punishing him would be truly disheartening, so she spoke for him, “Enough, if you have grievances, vent them on me. Why mistreat him?”
He Ying: “…”
How could he hold any grievances against her?
Just now was indeed not a good time to see her.
“You go first. When I’m better, I’ll explain everything to you.”
His current appearance, disheveled and dirty, was too undignified to face her.
Sang Yan vaguely guessed his concerns and said, “Emperor, being a man, why do you value appearance so much?”
His actions reminded her of Emperor Han Wu’s favored concubine, Lady Li.
It was said that before her death, Emperor Han Wu asked several times to see her, all requests denied.
The reason was simple: she did not want him to see her frail and sickly appearance.
To her dying day, in his heart, she would remain the most beautiful.
Indeed, wasn’t such behavior pathetically pitiful?
The Emperor’s love was too fleeting; to retain even a trace of it, even close to death, one wouldn’t dare let him see their sickly appearance.
She wondered whether she was scared or felt lonely when she died.
“I am not concerned about appearance; I just don’t want to frighten you.”
He Ying explained his behavior.
Sang Yan snapped back to reality, nonchalantly saying, “Your Majesty worries too much. I am not so timid.”
Saying that, she lifted the curtains and walked in.
He Ying, hearing the movements, instinctively burrowed deeper into the covers.
Sang Yan: “…”
Really?
She almost laughed aloud, “Emperor, aren’t you hot?”
He Ying was indeed hot. Not only hot, but his whole body was also itching unbearably.
But he stubbornly remained under the covers.
“You go back now. I’ll be fine in a moment.”
“Don’t.”
Sang Yan sat at the bedside, thought for a moment, and delivered some sweet words, “Your Majesty need not worry. No matter your appearance, I like you.”
“Really?”
He Ying was somewhat touched but still didn’t lift the covers.
He was sweating profusely, and the stickiness was uncomfortable.
“Ah Yan, go out first, I beg you. Let me have a bath and tidy myself up, alright?”
His tone was almost pleading.
He was so humble it was unbearable.
Sang Yan’s heart softened, and she didn’t trouble him, stepping outside instead.
He Ying quietly peeked out, saw her leave, and summoned Pei Muyang to prepare cold water.
He took a cold shower, refreshed, and the bumps on his body gradually subsided.
His mood finally improved.
But he held grudges, lifting his foot and kicking Pei Muyang, “That’s for acting on your own! Go kneel outside for an hour!”
Thunder and rain are both graces from the Emperor.
Pei Muyang dared not argue, lamenting inwardly, but smiling outwardly, “Thank you, Emperor, for your gracious pardon.”
He went out and knelt.
No one dared to supervise him.
He could slack off or be defiant, but ultimately, he knelt earnestly.
The Emperor didn’t despise him like Yu Huai De did.
Kneeling for an hour was nothing new to him.
“What happened?”
Half an hour later, Sang Yan returned and, seeing Pei Muyang kneeling, asked.
Pei Muyang replied with a wry smile, “I offended the Emperor. It was my fault. The Emperor commanded me to kneel for an hour. It’s no trouble. Please go ahead, my lord. The Emperor is waiting.”
Sang Yan thought for a moment and gave him a task, “I feel like having bird’s nest soup. Please go inform the Imperial Kitchen.”
Pei Muyang immediately got up, smiling, “I will go now and resume kneeling upon my return.”
Sang Yan did not respond and stepped into the hall.
Inside the hall,
He Ying sat on the bed, frowning, still thinking about the fire escape map—he felt sick just looking at it, how could he follow it to reproduce with Sang Yan? Although he had already understood the steps.
“What are you thinking about?”
Sang Yan asked, “What’s wrong all of a sudden? Who upset you?”
He Ying honestly replied, “No one. Just looked at some fire escape maps.”
Sang Yan: “…”
A startling revelation.
Fire escape map=erotic painting, right?
Why suddenly talk about this?
Wait, the point is, he feels nauseous looking at those images?
Is his condition incurable now?
Ah, what a mess.
He Ying waited for a while without getting a response and asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Sang Yan, with a helpless expression, replied, “I don’t know what to say.”
She truly hadn’t expected his condition to be so severe.
Previously, she thought he was being overly dramatic—favoring a concubine only took a few minutes, was it really that hard to bear?
But now, she was confused.
He Ying understood too, sighed, and said, “Well, I don’t know what to say either.”
He had already given up on treatment, resigning himself, “Why not get me drunk? Maybe then you can do as you please.”
Sang Yan: “…”
What a terrible idea!
She regretted saying it!
She was only theorizing, not daring or wanting to actually try it!
“Emperor, please, stop joking.”
She couldn’t bring herself to misbehave with a drunk, heaven, just thinking about it felt so wicked!
Too filthy.
She wasn’t that desperate!
But He Ying was serious, “I am not joking. I want to have a child with you. We must.”
After saying that, he ordered someone to fetch wine.
Soon, the wine arrived.
He drank jar after jar.
Sang Yan realized he was serious and blushed as she said, “Actually, Emperor, just to let you know, when a man is truly drunk, that part won’t respond.”
He Ying: “…”
Confused, he asked naively, “What about if I’m half-drunk?”
Sang Yan shook her head, “No good. When half-drunk, if a woman conceives, it’s not good for the child, affecting the child’s health.”
He Ying, frustrated, scratched his head, “Why is having a child so difficult?”