Chapter 115: Chapter 115 Ruthless
Sang Yan did not et Jiang Ke, but she did encounter his personal servant.
This servant, nad Fang Ju, was quite perceptive. Upon seeing his master stopped by soone, he imdiately slipped into the temple and found Sang Yan’s residence.
“My young master is still injured. Miss Sang, please go and save him. I beg you.”
Fang Ju was a loyal servant, his face filled with a plea for help.
Sang Yan remained unmoved, her expression cool as she asked for the reason, “What happened?”
Fang Ju explained, “My young master ca to thank you for saving his life, but he couldn’t enter; soone stopped him and wouldn’t let him see you.”
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Upon hearing this, Sang Yan guessed it was the Hidden Guards who had stopped him.
And the person who ordered the Hidden Guards was obviously none other than the Emperor.
She had agreed, yet he still did not trust her.
Sang Yan felt helpless, “I understand. But I cannot et him. I will write a letter, and you can give it to him.”
She was not like He Ying, who still played tricks.
She had given her word, and she would keep it.
She would not et Jiang Ke.
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Only write a letter.
Fang Ju also knew his own status was low and dared not say more. He took the letter and ran.
Outside Long Chan Temple
Jiang Ke and Yan Tong were still fighting.
The two were well-matched, exchanging blows back and forth, each eager to co out on top.
“Young master, a letter from Miss Sang.”
Fang Ju shouted loudly, raising the letter high in his hand.
Hearing this, Jiang Ke imdiately stopped.
While imrsed in the fight, he hadn’t felt the pain, but the mont he paused, his focus shifted, and the pain surged through him.
Thus, he slowly moved toward Fang Ju, supporting himself on his buttocks.
Of course, Fang Ju didn’t wait for him to walk far and ran up to him, presenting the letter as if offering a treasure.
Jiang Ke opened the letter and saw the words: “Go back. Even if you enter Long Chan Temple, I will not et you. I have nothing to say to you. Stop wasting your ti on …”
These were hurtful words.
He was extrely heartbroken, crumpling the letter and looking toward the temple with red eyes—
People coming and going.
But her figure was nowhere to be seen.
She would not et him.
Yet he insisted on seeing her.
“Tell her, if she doesn’t co, I won’t leave.”
He was speaking to Fang Ju.
Fang Ju glanced at Yan Tong, a little afraid that he might intervene.
Yan Tong should have intervened, but after fighting with Jiang Ke, he felt a reluctant kinship, made him hesitate. It was this mont of hesitation that Fang Ju seized to turn and run.
Yan Tong thought about chasing him but was stopped by Jiang Ke.
“Why torture yourself?”
Yan Tong did not fight him anymore but instead tried to persuade him, “You are a noble, skilled in both literature and martial arts, handso and talented. What good woman can’t you have? Why pine for soone you shouldn’t?”
Jiang Ke gave a bitter smile, “You don’t understand.”
Yan Tong scoffed, “I don’t understand, and what would a young lad like you know? I have seen Lord Sang and the Emperor together; they are sweet like any ordinary couple. You stand no chance.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ke felt a sour and oppressive sadness in his heart, “Stop talking.”
He couldn’t bear to imagine the scene described, feeling insanely jealous.
Yan Tong, thinking him stubborn as an elm-headed fool, held his peace.
It was useless.
A waste of words.
Fang Ju soon returned.
And he brought back words from Sang Yan: “Young master, Miss Sang said, you, you—”
He paused, finding the words too hurtful and sowhat reluctant to speak them.
Seeing that Sang Yan had sent a ssage, Jiang Ke was excited, “What did she say? Tell quickly!”
Pressed by Jiang Ke, Fang Ju bit the bullet and said, “Lord Sang said that what you are doing is your affair, it has nothing to do with her. You are only moving yourself. It’s all a nuisance to her. It makes her feel very annoyed.”
Jiang Ke: “…”
He had not expected Sang Yan to say such things, his heart shattered to pieces.
“Won always seem to be heartless when facing those they don’t love.”
Yan Tong’s words pierced the heart just right.
Jiang Ke closed his eyes tightly and clenched the letter into a ball. After a while, he opened his eyes and went down the mountain.
Yan Tong watched their figures disappear, then turned and entered the temple to see Sang Yan.
Upon hearing of Jiang Ke’s departure, Sang Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah, the obsessions of young people are indeed frightening.
She didn’t know what there was to be obsessed about.
She only had her beauty.
And for nobles like them, beauty was not a rare resource.
“In addition to stopping Jiang Ke, did the Emperor give you any other orders?”
Sang Yan looked at Yan Tong, a bit upset with He Ying’s lack of trust.
Yan Tong replied truthfully, “That’s all. The Emperor only said to keep Jiang Ke away from Long Chan Temple.”
Sang Yan was half-doubtful but did not question further.
Since she had chosen to marry He Ying, trivial matters should be overlooked.
In marriage, ignorance is bliss.
Life went on as usual.
The forty-ninth day of religious observance soon arrived.
This marked the end of her forty-nine days of Buddhist rites.
That day, she was to co down from the mountain; Master Yixuan brought monks to see her off.
The entourage was grand.
There were quite a few onlookers.
Those unaware might have thought they were witnessing a grand Buddhist event.
After coming down the mountain, Sang Yan did not return to the Imperial Palace but instead went back to Sang Mansion to await her marriage.
This was all arranged by the Emperor.
The people of Sang Mansion also ca out to welco her.
Including Sang Jue, who had also returned.
The family, except for Sang Ruoshui, had a small reunion.
After lunch, they gathered to chat about everyday things.
With the forthcoming joyous occasion, an air of harmony prevailed.
Sang Kun also seed to have forgotten the displeasure of their last exchange, smiling throughout like a benevolent father.
The benevolent father, after a few drinks, spoke the most—starting with Sang Yan and then moving on to Sang Jue: “Once your elder sister is married, Ah Jue, it will be ti for you to take concubines. That Lan family girl, I’ve seen her; she’s a beautiful and resilient woman. Although she’s a rchant’s daughter, she’s good enough to be a concubine.”
Sang Jue was actually avoiding this topic.
He was still contemplating how to win Suxi’s heart back when his father was arranging for him to take concubines, and it seed it was even a marriage bestowed by the Emperor. The Emperor really was “interesting”—first breaking him up with Suxi, then arranging this marriage. Did he delight in seeing him unhappy?
“Father, there’s no rush on my matters. Let’s focus on my elder sister’s wedding for now.”
He redirected the conversation towards Sang Yan, and even brought up Jiang Ke: “I heard that Jiang Ke defied imperial orders for my sister and was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, nearly losing his life. The Jiang brothers are all devoted lovers. Is sister truly content to marry the Emperor?”
He disliked the Emperor.
Even though the Emperor was the Master of the World.
Compared with Jiang Ke, he would have preferred Jiang Ke as his brother-in-law.
Sang Yan, unaware of Sang Jue’s thoughts, joked, “If I’m not content, what could you do? Could you possibly call off the wedding for ?”
Sang Jue nodded seriously: “I could, if you wanted to.”
Sang Yan: “…”
Seeing he was not joking, she quickly said, “Don’t be so worried; I am content. The Emperor is very kind to . He is an infinitely tolerant and supportive person.”
She smiled happily as she spoke.
Ever since they t, despite everything that had happened, the Emperor had seed unconditionally and endlessly supportive of her.
Sang Jue, seeing the happy smile that flowed in her eyes, felt inexplicably irritated.
When had he and Suxi been this happy?
It was all destroyed overnight.
And destroyed by the hands of the Emperor.
If he had let him kill Yu Pochuan, then Suxi would have returned to his side long ago.
So, this was a grudge of stealing his wife!
“I hope he continues to treat you well.”
Sang Jue lowered his gaze, hiding the darkness and chill within his eyes.
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