The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me-Chapter 179 - Tombstone
Chapter 179 -179 Tombstone
“Don’t fuss. Let me check the wound.”
Sang Yan held him down, pulled open his clothes, and saw that he indeed was bleeding.
She called for someone to get medicine and rewrap the wound.
He Ying gasped in pain as he endured another bout of suffering.
Once he was wrapped up, he lay down and patted the spot beside him, “I’m so tired. Lie with me for a while, let’s rest.”
Soldiers were standing guard outside, ensuring no one would disturb them.
Sang Yan nodded, found a comfortable position, and nestled beside him.
“I can accompany you to see Jiang Ke.”
He embraced her, kissing her temple gently as he spoke, “But promise me, you won’t think about these things anymore.”
“Okay.”
Warmth filled Sang Yan’s heart. She closed her eyes and hugged his waist.
The night sea sparked with waves.
The ship swayed slightly.
The cold moonlight filtered through the window, casting a serene and beautiful light over the figures nestled in sleep on the soft couch.
The sea breeze was cool.
The ocean’s surface shimmered.
The sound of the waves was like a lover’s whisper, guiding the ship towards the horizon.
Time quietly passed by.
A black dot appeared on the sea surface.
It was the small island where Jiang Ke had met his demise.
At the same time
In bed, Sang Yan’s originally relaxed brow furrowed tightly, her breathing grew rapid.
White mist arose.
Within the mist stood a person, extending a hand towards her as if summoning her.
“Who are you?”
Sang Yan asked, puzzled.
Yet, the person did not speak, only gesturing to her.
Unconsciously, Sang Yan walked towards the person.
The mist gradually dissipated.
“Sang Yan!”
The person’s face suddenly appeared before her.
It was Jiang Ke’s face!
His body was covered with wounds, missing an arm, his handsome face twisted in extreme pain as if pleading for help.
He clutched her arm, weeping and howling, “Why didn’t you save me? Sang Yan, why didn’t you save me? Why!”
“I didn’t!”
Sang Yan woke up with a start, drenched in a cold sweat, her eyes wide with horror.
He Ying, lying beside her, suddenly opened his eyes and pulled her into his embrace, “Ah Yan, wake up, you had a nightmare.”
Sang Yan was confused for a while as she regained her senses from the nightmare.
She looked at He Ying, his face full of concern, and touched her face, still wet with tears.
“I had a nightmare. Xinyuan, I dreamed of him. He asked me why I didn’t save him.”
Sang Yan covered her face in anguish.
Self-blame, guilt, and fear overwhelmed her.
“Ah Yan, don’t be afraid, dreams are often the opposite.”
He Ying soothed softly, “He won’t blame you. He won’t.”
If he could, he wished he was the one who could protect Ah Yan.
After this event, she would probably always remember that man, Jiang Ke.
“You were up against Qi Wuya, Ah Yan, he won’t blame you. He wanted to save you, and he hopes you live well, too.”
He Ying gently patted her back, easing her breathing.
Sang Yan leaned on him, crying for a while before her crying gradually ceased.
Soon, Pei Muyang’s voice sounded outside, “Emperor, we are almost at the island.”
“Uh. Got it.”
He Ying responded.
“Are we there?”
Sang Yan looked towards the window with tearful eyes.
Indeed, the ship was nearing the small island where Jiang Ke had perished.
About a teacup’s time had passed.
At dawn, she followed He Ying ashore.
They walked through the lush forest, startling countless birds, until they arrived at a grave.
Jiang Ke’s tomb.
Sang Yan stared at the six characters on the wooden tombstone, her eyes showing surprise, “What is this?”
He Ying, seeing her confusion, explained with a complex expression, “Yes, it’s what you think, it was erected by Qi Wuya.”
Sang Yan: “…”
That madman!
He had killed Jiang Ke, how dare he erect such a tombstone for him?
Was he not afraid that Jiang Ke would come night after night to claim his life?
“Scoundrel!”
She cried out in anger, “He’s not letting Jiang Ke rest in peace even in death!”
As she spoke, she stepped forward, pulled out the wooden tombstone, and threw it violently aside.
She wouldn’t allow his belongings to contaminate the ground where Jiang Ke lay buried.
He Ying watched her actions quietly, saying nothing.
He thought, at this time, she didn’t need him to speak.
He walked over, embraced her, and offered her his silent companionship.
Sang Yan crouched down, looking at the small mound of the grave, where tender buds of grass had sprouted, brimming with endless vitality.
“Jiang Ke, I’ve come… to see you.”
She touched the tender grasses, as if speaking to Jiang Ke.
Tears flowed even more violently.
The sun rose higher.
Her tears fell on the tender grass, and as the sun shone, they vanished.
But past love and hatred became clearer in her heart.
“Xinyuan, do you know?”
With swollen eyes, she looked at him and choked up, “Qi Wuya initially admired Jiang Ke a lot, he treated him well, showed him favors several times, wanting to take him under his wing, but Jiang Ke had his principles. Even fleeing across the sea, he never forgot his homeland. He still had Da He in his heart, always refusing to submit, which is why he provoked Qi Wuya’s wrath. That day, we encountered pirates, it was Qi Wuya who instigated it, causing us to fall into the pirates’ hands. To save me, Jiang Ke was cut off an arm by Lv Tianrui, and later, we drifted to this small island, Qi Wuya came chasing after us, by then Jiang Ke was exhausted and bloodied, no longer able to hold a sword…”
“Ah Yan, stop talking. It’s all in the past.”
He Ying, suppressing his jealousy, advised, “You cherish him like this, he died with a purpose.”
Sang Yan shook her head, crying, “It was I who killed him. He forced the sword into my hands, just like that—”
She covered her eyes, unable to continue.
He Du was heartbroken, holding her tightly, “Ah Yan, I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you well enough, making you go through such cruelty.”
“No. It’s not cruelty, he said he had no regrets… I don’t either…”
Her pain reached an extreme, her expression nearly numb, “The days we spent together were real and meaningful. He said, life and death aren’t valuable, what matters is living passionately, he lived fervently, and so did I.”
He Ying recognized Jiang Ke’s philosophy.
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No wonder he had left such an impression on Sang Yan.
Suddenly free of jealousy and envy, he even felt a sense of regret for the fallen talent, “Ah Yan, let’s remember him together.”
Sang Yan was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief, “He Ying, you?”
She really hadn’t expected He Ying to say such a thing.
He Ying smiled gently, “What about me?”
Sang Yan smiled relievedly, “You’ve changed a lot. You used to be cold-blooded and domineering, now you are gentle and compassionate, full of humanity.”
He Ying: “…”
That doesn’t sound like a compliment.
Especially the first part.
“So I was cold-blooded and domineering in your eyes before—”
He deliberately put on a stern face, pretending to be hurt, actually trying to divert her attention.
Sang Yan indeed got distracted, quickly explaining, “I liked you being cold-blooded and domineering too.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you were uniquely gentle towards me. You always favored me.”
She was immersed in his favoritism.
Later, Jiang Ke also favored her.
What virtues did she possess to have such earnest and fervent love from two men?
Just as she was reflecting on this, she heard He Ying say—
“Ah Yan, shall we take him back?”
