Chapter 323: Chapter 320 Confusion

Pei Muyang was terrified by the scene.

No one dared defy He Ying’s words for a moment.

So, Qing Wu, who was temporarily sleeping in the side hall of Qingning Palace, was urgently awakened by Qiuzhi, changed clothes, and was brought to the main hall.

“What’s going on? What happened to the Emperor?”

She was utterly confused, hearing only the noise, unaware of what had happened.

“I am not sure either.”

Qiuzhi explained with a panicky face, “It seems he had a nightmare and is insisting on seeing you.”

During the talk, they arrived at the main hall.

In the main hall,

Pei Muyang was holding the wildly thrashing Emperor, whispering calming words, “Your Majesty, please calm down, the Empress is coming, she’s on her way.”

Indeed, Qing Wu had arrived and also spoke out, “Emperor, what’s wrong with you?”

Hearing her, Pei Muyang turned back, his expression filled with excitement, almost as if he had seen a Bodhisattva, and hurriedly said, “Empress, please persuade the Emperor, he’s bleeding from his wounds.”

After speaking, he turned to a nearby Palace Attendant, instructing, “Go call Doctor Luo! Hurry!”

“Yes.”

The Palace Attendant hurried off.

Qing Wu frowned and stepped forward to soothe him, “Emperor, what has happened to you?”

She still remembered to keep her distance.

After seeing “Sang Yan,” He Ying finally came to his senses, realizing it was just a dream. His Ah Yan was fine, right in front of him.

Thinking this, his heart was still flustered, unable to settle.

Perhaps due to not having touched her.

He reached out and said, “Ah Yan, come here. Come quickly.”

He wanted to hold her, kiss her, feel her warmth in his arms.

Qing Wu, not yet mentally prepared to be close to him, used the “husband-killing fate” as an excuse, “Emperor, your body has not healed yet–”

Before she could finish, he interrupted her, “Ah Yan, I really need you now. Will you come here?”

He looked frail, blood seeping from his body, looking both disheveled and pitiable, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

It was hard to refuse.

Qing Wu hesitated and looked towards Pei Muyang.

Pei Muyang also hesitated, his lips parted but no sound came out.

With the situation as it was, stopping it felt like it could drive the Emperor mad!

After all, this Emperor had often gone mad for the Empress.

Look at that!

“Pei Muyang!”

He Ying, seeing “Sang Yan” coming towards him but still looking at Pei Muyang, was enraged, wanting to kill, “What have you said to my Empress? What have you done? Huh? Are my words less influential than those of a mere eunuch like you?”

He was genuinely angry now!

His words were utterly thoughtless!

Pei Muyang was a eunuch, yet a very influential one, treated with respect and reverence by all who met him.

But He Ying’s shout, striking at his sensitive spot, shattered his pride and dignity.

However, compared to He Ying’s safety, Pei Muyang cared little for his pride and dignity.

“Emperor, this servant dares not!”

He suddenly knelt, wailing, “This servant has always been loyal to the Emperor, wishing only for Your Majesty’s good health. If the Emperor commands this servant to die, I shall die!”

His loyalty was true!

Without a single impurity!

He Ying knew he had misspoken, but as an Emperor, he couldn’t apologize to a servant, so he gestured, “Enough, get up. I only want the Empress. Stay away and do not interrupt our conversation.”

Pei Muyang got up, but did not leave, muttering softly, “Still, keeping some distance would be wise. And those wounds need immediate attention, don’t they?”

He Ying, impatient, waved him off, “A little later won’t kill anyone. Move away. Move far away.”

Pei Muyang: “…”

He could only step back, keeping a distance from the Emperor.

Seeing him move away, Qing Wu moved closer, stopping three steps from the bed, softly saying, “Emperor, what has upset you tonight? Why are you so agitated? Doctor Luo said you need rest, don’t ignore the doctor’s advice–you’ve just escaped death’s door.”

He Ying, hearing her caring words, said nothing, only beckoned her to come closer.

Qing Wu had no choice but moved forward another two steps.

There was only one step left, and he was within He Ying’s reach.

Ignoring his bleeding body, he stretched out his hand and pulled her over.

Qing Wu was unprepared, and when he pulled her to him, she accidentally pressed against his wound.

“Ugh–”

He groaned in pain, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Pei Muyang watched in alarm, “Emperor!”

Even Qing Wu got startled, “Emperor, are you alright? I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s alright.”

He Ying endured the pain and held her tightly.

The secure feeling of having his beloved in his arms relaxed him considerably.

He even smiled, “Ah Yan, I just had a dream.”

Qing Wu sensed something odd and asked cautiously, “What dream?”

“Let me think–”

He Ying recalled the dream’s content, holding her even tighter, as if he wanted to merge her into his body, “Hmm, Ah Yan, I dreamt that you were crying. I felt very sad, and then I woke up.”

Qing Wu: “…”

That’s it?

Because he dreamt of Sang Yan crying, he felt sad and woke up? And then caused such a scene?

Was it necessary?

That’s what she thought, and amidst her disdain, she began to envy: He Ying actually loves Sang Yan so much! What virtues and abilities does Sang Yan have to win the hearts of emperors from two countries? Wuya even went through a lot of trouble and performed a scapegoat strategy!

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

He Ying hadn’t received a response from “Sang Yan” for a long while and slightly frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that since waking up, his emotions were flowing unidirectionally.

“Sang Yan” felt too strange and distant to him.

Why?

Because of her husband-killing fate?

Did she want to leave him?

“What do you want me to say, Emperor?”

Qing Wu was feeling jealous, and her tone wasn’t very pleasant.

The more she played the role of Sang Yan, the closer she got to He Ying, the more she realized He Ying’s love for Sang Yan, and the more jealous and unwilling she became–what’s so great about Sang Yan? Yet she still had to imitate her!

He Ying wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he expected from Sang Yan, but whatever, as long as she was fine and stayed by his side, he could accept any reaction from her.

“Just say anything.”

He had a lot to say, “Ah Yan, I even dreamt that you were pregnant. The child troubled you. Not very nice. I was thinking, when he comes out, I definitely need to teach him a good lesson.”

He had issued an Imperial Decree stating that Sang Yan was pregnant, and at that tense moment, nobody thought to call an Imperial Physician to verify it.

Of course, he knew it was just a guess.

Remembering the content of the dream, he said, “Ah Yan, I think it’s a good omen. Why don’t we call an Imperial Physician to check?”

Qing Wu knew she wasn’t pregnant, so naturally, she couldn’t call for an Imperial Physician.

“You really are confused from dreaming.”

She tapped his forehead with her hand, her tone chiding with a hint of flirtatious mischief.

He Ying felt teased, his body feeling hot and itchy.

Just as he was about to scratch, he heard Pei Muyang’s familiar alarmed shout–

“Emperor!”

“Emperor, you! You!”

Pei Muyang’s mouth gaped open, pointing at the spreading red rashes on his skin–that was his strange illness!

Was this a relapse?

Qing Wu didn’t know about He Ying’s strange illness, and she was shocked at first sight.

Then, her body reacted faster than her mind, and she immediately pushed him away while covering her mouth in horror, retreating several steps.

“Your, your face–”

Her expression was one of disgust and fright.

By the time she realized her reaction was too extreme, she had already given herself away.