Chapter 324: Chapter 321: Suspicion

He Ying knew his seizures were ugly to watch; when they first met, he always hid them from Sang Yan.

Now that she had seen him, and they had been married for so long, feeling their relationship was deep, he hadn’t expected such a disgusted reaction from her.

He loved her, and her reaction hurt him even more.

“Ah Yan, I–”

His first reaction was heartbreak and dismay, but after a while, he remembered something–his strange disease didn’t affect her. They had touched skin to skin so often, and it had never recurred. Even influenced by her, when touched by other women briefly, he didn’t react. Like Doctor Luo, probably because he didn’t see her as a woman and knew she was treating him, even if she tended to his wounds for a longer time, he didn’t have a seizure.

What was happening now?

Why did he suddenly have a seizure?

And her attitude?

It was hurtful.

How could Sang Yan treat him like this? How could she look at him with that kind of look?

Could it be that her feelings for him were all fake?

He Ying felt so provoked that he began to doubt life itself.

“Emperor, I, I–”

Qing Wu was very flustered, somewhat at a loss on how to react.

Pei Muyang had already rummaged through and found the previously used medicine, and now he applied it to the Emperor.

Doctor Luo had arrived early and was watching from the side; it was her first time seeing the Emperor have a seizure.

On her first day at the Imperial Hospital, she had learned extensively about the Emperor’s illness.

It was said to be a strange illness he contracted when he was young, feeling unwell around women, except when with Sang Yan.

Initially, because of this exception, even the Empress Dowager had noticed Sang Yan, allowing her to stay by the Emperor’s side.

What was the situation now?

Why did he suddenly feel unwell around Sang Yan?

Was it the “husband-killing fate”?

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard “Sang Yan” say–

“Doctor Luo, please tend to the Emperor’s wounds.”

Qing Wu used the Emperor’s wound to shift everyone’s attention.

She succeeded.

Doctor Luo quickly gathered her thoughts and went to treat the Emperor’s wounds.

Pei Muyang was also nearby, ready to hand over whatever was needed.

Even He Ying cooperated quietly, doing whatever was asked without saying a word.

The entire hall was eerily quiet.

Finally, the wound treatment was completed.

Qing Wu said, “Emperor, please rest well. We can talk about anything else tomorrow.”

He Ying nodded.

He couldn’t be angry with “Sang Yan” for her previous reaction; he couldn’t blame her, but his heart truly ached.

He needed space to heal alone.

“I shall take my leave,”

Doctor Luo left first.

Qing Wu glanced at him and left a phrase: “Don’t think too much, try to sleep early.”

Then she followed Doctor Luo out.

The hall quieted down again.

The candlelight was bright.

He Ying lay in bed, unable to sleep, replaying the scene of “Sang Yan” pushing him away over and over in his mind.

It was heart-wrenching.

Too painful.

How could Sang Yan treat him like that?

Such disgusting and horrified eyes!

Not a single bit of love.

Was that his Ah Yan?

His Ah Yan was surely the kindest, most gentle!

He Ying couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t sleep. When dawn was breaking, he suddenly remembered the content of his dream–

“Why aren’t you by my side? I really need you. Come and save me, Xinyuan, save me…”

Sang Yan was crying in the dream.

Reflecting on it now, her crying was so heartbroken, so desperate, it was as if she had lost him.

Sang Yan, what on earth is happening to you?

*

Beiqi Palace

Sang Yan, thinking of He Ying, had not slept well all night.

The next day, she made the excuse that her stomach was uncomfortable and had someone call the Imperial Physician.

She was too eager to hear news of He Ying.

She couldn’t ask the Palace Attendants around her; even if she did, they would not know and might even pass the information to Qi Wuya’s ears, prompting his madness, so she could only turn to the Imperial Physician.

This was one of the few people she could contact.

Not wanting to implicate her benefactor, Imperial Doctor Wu, she specifically instructed, “Call a younger Imperial Physician. Someone quick and nimble on their feet.”

She was concealing her real intention.

Thinking to switch to a younger doc, they were nimbler, and correspondingly, the news they brought might be more informed.

The Palace Attendants seemed unsuspectful and quickly summoned a young Imperial Physician.

The doctor was named Kang Tuo, in his twenties, with an ordinary face, dark skin, scruffy beard, coupled with a tall and stout physique, he somewhat had the presence of a fierce deity.

Upon entering, he greeted Sang Yan. “Greetings to the lady.”

The moment he spoke, his voice was clear and pleasant, like a refined nobleman.

Sang Yan, who came from the modern era, knew some voice actors and had even heard rough men produce girlish voices. She had not expected to see similar phenomena after traveling to ancient times.

Truly a voice trickster.

The astonishment was momentary.

Sang Yan, sitting on the bed, quickly gathered her thoughts and extended her hand, “Hello, please, could you check on the fetus in my belly?”

Kang Tuo nodded, carried his medical kit over, took out the pulse pillow, placed her hand on it, and began to read her pulse.

While waiting, Sang Yan glanced at You Ran, who was nearby, and rolled her eyes, “That, You Ran, is it? Could you have someone pick some flowers? I feel like arranging a bouquet later. Oh, and I’m craving sweet dumplings. Send a message to the Imperial Kitchen.”

You Ran didn’t hesitate at her request and nodded, “Yes, Miss.”

She turned to arrange the errands.

Sang Yan then quietly asked, “Do you know who I am?”

Kang Tuo shook his head.

He wasn’t good-looking and wasn’t popular at the Imperial Hospital. Most of the time, he kept to himself, and his information sources were limited.

Had there not been a grand funeral, he wouldn’t have even known of the recent death of a woman at Taian Palace.

However, on the way here, a little eunuch told him that this lady in the Phoenix Pavilion was a favorite of the Emperor, and he must attend to her with utmost caution.

Now it seemed, she was not easy to serve.

Sang Yan saw Kang Tuo looking at her sternly. Inside, she felt intimidated, but she kept her composure and, with pretended authority, said, “I am the woman your Emperor cares most about. I could kill you with ease.”

Kang Tuo, “…”

Did he look like he was easily frightened?

This frail woman in front of him, who was speaking ludicrously, as if she could be slapped to death with a single strike?

Unaware of Kang Tuo’s thoughts, Sang Yan glanced around and saw the attendants busy with their tasks. She leaned in close, lowering her voice, “Listen, I don’t want to harm you, but you must tell me something–how is the Emperor of He Country?”

She was constantly monitored in this Phoenix Pavilion, with no opportunity to gather news herself.

Asking this Imperial Physician was a measure of desperate concern, primarily because she was worried about He Ying’s safety.

She thought, if He Ying were dead, what sense would there be in living such a humiliated life?

She might as well hit her head against the wall and end it all cleanly.

As for the child in her womb?

Even if she managed to save him by living disgracefully for a while, could she keep him safe long term?

Rather than him living a miserable life like hers later, it was better to die with dignity.

With that thought, her heart hardened.

“Speak! How is the Emperor of He Country?”

Her eyes fierce, she suddenly grabbed his hand and threatened, “If you don’t talk, I’ll accuse you of taking advantage of me under the guise of reading my pulse!”