The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me
Chapter 295 - 292: Beloved Slave

Chapter 295: Chapter 292: Beloved Slave

Sang Yan didn’t know his thoughts and didn’t want to stir his emotions, so she said with a smile, "I naturally trust you. However, I need to express my feelings, really, I don’t need the kind of formal love, like a grand wedding or official rewards. Compared to your heart, those external things are meaningless. As long as your heart is with me, I will never let you down."

She was very content with her current situation: rich, safe, and with her beloved by her side.

As for the power of the Empress?

She was a salted fish, genuinely not that interested.

He Ying nodded and said, "I know you won’t let me down. Nor do I wish to let myself down. Marrying you as my Empress is my ultimate honor."

Sang Yan: "..."

Listen to these sweet nothings!

She was almost too embarrassed.

"It seems we’ve strayed a bit off-topic."

She brought the conversation back, "Regarding the author of this novel, if you send someone to find them, bring them to me for a glimpse. I want to meet them."

"Alright."

He Ying casually agreed, then tossed the book aside and rolled onto the bed with her.

Sang Yan rolled with him for a while, but when he intended to go further, she promptly stopped him, "No. You said we had to take a bath first."

Close contact between a man and a woman required the man to clean thoroughly, otherwise, it could bring many gynecological diseases to the woman.

So, every time they were intimate, she insisted he bathe first.

He Ying, like an arrow drawn on a bow, could only hold back.

"Aren’t you worried I might develop a problem from holding back?"

His tone was filled with grievance.

Sang Yan laughed when she heard him, "That’s why you should remember the lesson, don’t provoke me without having taken a bath. I’ve told you, it’s in consideration of both our health."

He Ying, feeling in the wrong, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, partly to hide his embarrassment, and blushed as he went to take a shower.

Of course, he was very quick in the shower.

Sang Yan saw him come back with damp hair and was slightly dissatisfied, "You showered too quickly! Are you sure you cleaned properly?"

She felt she might need to supervise him next time!

"Of course, I cleaned properly. Don’t believe me? You can check."

He pulled her onto the bed, rolling with her, kissing her, and laughing, "Also, Ah Yan, you must not say a man is too fast."

Sang Yan: "..."

This horndog!

Once on the bed, he never acts properly!

"Wait a moment!"

She held back his wandering hands and said seriously, "First, dry your hair, or you’ll get a headache later."

He Ying was extremely frustrated, "Ah Yan, my dear, my head doesn’t hurt right now, my body does. Please take care of me."

What time was it to worry about whether hair was wet?

If she didn’t take care of him soon, his fire would dry his hair!

Seeing his impatient look, Sang Yan was helpless, "Really, where’s your dignity?"

She was also amazed; they had rolled together so many times, always eating the same dish, yet he never tired of it, always eager like a young boy who had never tasted meat before!

He Ying would not argue over pride in this matter.

He wouldn’t let go of the delicious meat within his grasp.

Lost in drunken dreams, he was her love slave.

A night of revelry.

The next day,

Sang Yan was as usual with a sore back and leg cramps.

She lay lifeless in bed until the sun was high in the sky.

While Qiuzhi helped her bathe, seeing the mottled red marks all over her body, she couldn’t help but say, "His Majesty speaks of love by day, but he’s really inhuman at night. Look how he’s bitten you."

How could one be so rough with the soft skin of a young girl?

Sheer ferocity like a vicious wolf!

Sang Yan listened to Qiuzhi’s words, the corners of her mouth twitching, not knowing what to say.

How could she explain the sweetness and joy of it all to a girl who had not experienced such things?

"It just looks scary. It doesn’t hurt."

She laughed softly, offering a simple explanation, "Don’t think too much about it. And don’t worry about me. The day these marks are no longer on my body, that’s when you can start worrying for me."

The day He Ying stopped leaving his marks of love on her would be the day she lost his love.

A man’s love for a woman could not be faked by his performance in bed.

Qiuzhi half-understood, "Does Lady like these marks?"

Sang Yan answered with a smile, "When you’re married, you’ll understand."

Speaking of marriage, a thought flashed through her mind, "Qiuzhi, you are not young anymore, do you have a sweetheart in mind?"

She did not constrain Qiuzhi from falling in love and getting married.

Owing to their bond as mistress and maid, it would be a grave sin if she squandered the girl’s youth.

Qiuzhi was stunned to hear Sang Yan broach this topic, dumbfounded for a moment, "Does Lady not want my services anymore? Have I done something wrong—"

Compared to the prospect of a sweetheart, she was more enamored with the title of Chief Palace Maid by the Empress’s side.

Think about her in Sang Mansion; without Sang Yan, she was just an ordinary maid.

Once Sang Yan returned, her status immediately changed. Now in the Imperial Palace, who would dare to look down on Qiuzhi?

On the other hand, Chunzhi, who had served Sang Yan alongside her; Chuangzhi, who remained in Sang Mansion, not only lacked prospects but also was matched with a servant, one whose daily task was to clean up. He always smelled, and more than once Chunzhi wrote to lament her situation, expressing her desire to return to Sang Yan’s side.

Of course, Qiuzhi would not give her that opportunity.

She wanted to serve Sang Yan forever, to always be her Chief Palace Maid.

Hence, as soon as she sensed Sang Yan might intend to let her leave the palace to marry, she panicked; her legs went weak, and she knelt down, "Lady, I don’t want to leave you! Lady, I wish to serve you forever!"

Sang Yan: "..."

It was a misunderstanding!

She had no intention to drive her away!

Realizing that Qiuzhi feared losing her position, Sang Yan quickly explained with a smile, "Don’t be nervous. Even if you’re in love and marry, you can still stay by my side."

Qiuzhi suddenly understood: Lady was bestowing her a great favor!

"Thank you, Lady!"

She kowtowed fervently until her forehead turned red from the effort.

Seeing this, Sang Yan hastened to say, "Alright, that’s enough, stop your kowtowing. You know I detest these formalities."

Having been in this ancient era for quite some time, she had begun to accept obeisance with peace of mind, but she still couldn’t get used to kowtowing—it felt like it shortened one’s life!

Qiuzhi knew Sang Yan disliked people kowtowing to her and stopped quickly, still incessantly expressing her gratitude, "Thank you, Lady. You are so good to me; I don’t know how I could ever repay you."

Sang Yan laughed, "Doing your duties well is repayment enough for me."

Feeling sufficiently cleansed, she stood up.

Qiuzhi immediately took a towel to wipe off the droplets of water from her body, then dressed her in the Empress’s elaborate clothing, piece by piece.

Those clothes were complex, and trying to don them alone would have been difficult for Sang Yan, so she relied on Qiuzhi’s assistance.

As Qiuzhi helped Sang Yan into her clothing, she touched her skin and figure at such close quarters and began to comprehend the Emperor’s feelings.

Such an enticing body, bone-deep in its allure, was indeed worth cherishing fiercely.

A quarter hour later,

Sang Yan emerged from the bathhouse, dressed in the Empress’s magnificent red palace attire.

Little Guizi waited outside the bathhouse and upon seeing her, hurried forward with a smile, "Empress, Mrs. Sang entered the palace last night, and today someone from Yuesang Palace came with a message that Mrs. Sang requests your presence."

Sang Yan frowned slightly upon hearing this, not wishing to go.

But it was improper to decline an elder’s invitation.

"Hmm. I’m aware."

Considering she had nothing pressing to attend to, she decided to go.

She was also curious about the original mother’s intention for seeking her out.

If she felt pity for Sang Ruishui and intended to speak on her behalf—

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