Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Envy to Death

Sang Yan closed her eyes with a gloomy heart, not wanting to see him at all.

Jiang Ke released her acupuncture points and handed her something, “Here, you can use this.”

Sang Yan used it, not caring whether he would watch or not.

Having been a mute and vegetative for so long, she had lost all sense of shame.

Jiang Ke didn’t watch either; he turned his back and pondered their next moves.

First, he definitely had to find out Qi Jiu’s true identity and understand his intentions for getting close.

Next, contact Tan Yunjian as soon as possible; more friends meant more security.

Lastly, Puluo Country, oh Puluo Country, he really wanted to get there quickly.

Sang Yan got dressed and lay back down on the bed.

She had been in bed these days with no movement; lying down made her body uncomfortable, and her physical strength was rapidly declining. She felt chest tightness and shortness of breath after just a little activity.

Jiang Ke didn’t notice these details; seeing her obediently lie back down, he too lay down.

He warmed her belly with his hands.

“It’s indeed cold. Just drinking brown sugar water, is that useless? I’ll get someone to make you some chicken soup.”

Saying this, he moved.

Of course, he didn’t forget to seal her acupoints.

Sang Yan’s expression was numb; whatever he said or did, she closed her eyes and ignored him.

She fell into a hazy sleep and had a dream.

In the dream,

He Ying spoke gently to her, “Don’t be afraid, I will save you. I’ll come to rescue you soon.”

She actually didn’t expect his rescue much anymore.

She just said, “Just hold me first. I’m so cold. It hurts so much.”

She was awakened by the pain.

When she opened her eyes, it was Jiang Ke staring coldly at her.

Annoying.

She didn’t want to see him; she closed her eyes again.

“You were calling his name.”

Jiang Ke was nearly consumed by jealousy, shaking her shoulders fiercely, “Why were you calling his name? He’s useless, has not found you until now. Why… can you not forget him?”

Even though she couldn’t make a sound, her lips still formed: He Ying, He Ying…

So cruel!

Sang Yan had her mute acupoint sealed and couldn’t speak.

Naturally, even if her mute point wasn’t sealed, she didn’t want to speak anyway.

She felt terribly uncomfortable and wasn’t in the mood to appease him in the slightest.

Seeing this, Jiang Ke became even more heartbroken and furious, “Ah Yan, would you only think of me if he died?”

Sang Yan found him annoying, buzzing in her ear.

If she could move, she would definitely slap him.

“Maybe I will kill him.”

When Jiang Ke said this, he wondered why he thought of Qi Jiu–that man was certainly not a simple person. Could he have the same ambition?

Thinking this, his jealousy faded, and he began to plan how to find out his identity tomorrow.

Tomorrow came quickly.

Daybreak painted a beautiful scene over the sea.

Jiang Ke opened the window, letting her see, “Do you like it?”

Sang Yan did.

She leaned against the pillow, her eyes closed, waiting for the golden sunlight to brush across her cheeks.

She hadn’t been outside or seen the sun in a long time.

She was sure–Jiang Ke would torture her to death.

“You just watch, I’ll go get you the chicken soup.”

Saying this, he left the room quickly and came back shortly with the chicken soup.

The chicken soup was steaming hot, wafting a rich aroma.

There was also a layer of oil on top and some green onions.

Sang Yan had no appetite, but drank a little anyway, and then vomited it all out.

Her stomach couldn’t handle such greasy food.

Perhaps, she was sick.

From body to soul.

Jiang Ke was very worried and coaxed softly, “Ah Yan, be good, you need to drink this. It’s good for your health.”

Sang Yan obediently opened her mouth and drank.

But as soon as she did, she vomited.

Jiang Ke knew he couldn’t force her, so he switched to brown sugar water and fed her some.

Then, he washed her face again, wiped her neck, and even changed her clothes.

She was like a doll without consciousness, letting him manipulate her.

Faced with her like this, Jiang Ke felt helpless and even more irritable.

With this irritability, he went to the bow of the ship to clear his mind.

Today, Qi Jiu and others were not at the bow.

He then asked a few passengers who looked like merchants, “Do you know who the guests in room number one are? What do they do for a living?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ve seen them a few times in Puluo Country, they seem to be some high-ranking official.”

“Do high-ranking officials do business too? I saw him selling pearls.”

“I’ve seen him sell porcelain too.”

“He’s just a businessman, but he really does have the air of a high-ranking official.”

…

They discussed among themselves but didn’t provide Jiang Ke with the information he wanted.

However, Jiang Ke became even more certain that Qi Jiu had a complex background and must be either rich or noble.

The key question was, to what extent could he be noble?

Puluo Country valued talent greatly, and someone like him would surely be highly utilized if he were in Puluo.

Being a high-ranking official wouldn’t be surprising.

But was it just a high-ranking official?

Jiang Ke began to closely monitor their movements.

He noticed that every night during the third period of the night, a hawk would circle in the sky, crying out three times.

One night, he quietly slipped out and saw Qi Jiu at the bow, extending his arm for the hawk to land.

So he was still in contact with the outside world.

And that hawk was there to deliver messages.

But what messages were being conveyed?

And this hawk, with its glossy feathers and robust physique, looked very much like a Warhawk.

Did Qi Jiu keep such a hawk just to carry messages?

Jiang Ke grew increasingly curious about Qi Jiu’s identity.

Qi Jiu also knew that Jiang Ke was keeping an eye on him.

He didn’t mind revealing some information to see his attitude.

So, Jiang Ke soon overheard their conversation.

It was still at night.

Still at the bow.

Qi Jiu released the hawk, opened the note, and while looking at the information, said to the Han brothers, “Beiqi is struggling in the war, Crown Prince Qi Lv has been defeated by Rong Ye at Qing’an Pass. The ministers are advocating handing over Qu Zhi to negotiate peace with Da He.”

Han Chen analyzed, “Qu Zhi’s fate is not important; what matters is Beiqi’s reputation. If they can’t protect Qu Zhi, no one would dare come to Beiqi in the future.”

Han Mo also said, “Emperor Da He is currently not focused on the war. Beiqi can fully plan and seek to redeem their previous disgrace.”

Beiqi has carried the ‘North’ title for too long.

Now is a good time for them to discard ‘North.’

As Qi Jiu listened to the two, he nodded, about to speak, when his gaze swiftly scanned around, “Who?”

His eyes shot towards the dark interior of the ship like a bolt.

Jiang Ke quickly dodged and returned to his room.

He lay back on the bed, his heart still pounding wildly: Could Qi Jiu be from Beiqi? Was his courtesy also intended to use him like Qu Zhi? He was watching the war situation but staying away from the battlefield, and now he’s at sea – what was he hoping to accomplish? To persuade Puluo Country to send troops? Puluo is adept at naval warfare but on land, they would be fish out of water, barely able to protect themselves, expecting their help was simply foolish!

Wait!

Or was he still planning something bigger?

He couldn’t figure it out.

His head began to ache faintly.

Meanwhile,

Above on the bow,

Qi Jiu looked at the dim night sky, murmured, “Rong Ye, Feng Yicheng, Jiang Chongyu, Jiang Ke… Da He has no shortage of talents, I envy them indeed.”

Every leader desires talents.

Having traveled far and wide for many years, he truly understood the value of talents.

But then–

“What defines a talent? If they serve me, they are talents; if not, they are enemies, and enemies must be mercilessly killed!”

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