The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Heavy Jade

Jiang Chongyu hailed from a declining noble family and had been determined from childhood to restore his family’s honor.

And indeed, he had succeeded.

At the age of sixteen, he became a scholar and, in the same year, was selected for the Hanlin Academy, where, within seven years, he was promoted to Hanlin Academy Scholar.

Considering that Grand Secretary Cao Wensheng, who was still mourning his father, was nearing his fifties, without any surprise, Jiang Chongyu would be the next one in line.

His future was bright.

His family was sure to thrive.

But he had never expected his blood brother, Jiang Chongli, to commit suicide.

“Master, you must come quickly! The second young master, the second young master has attempted suicide; there’s so much blood.”

Jiang Chongli’s personal servant, Ah Feng, burst into the study, panic-stricken and his voice trembling.

Jiang Chongyu was still handling official duties.

It was now the third period of the night.

He was both tired and sleepy, relying solely on his willpower to persevere.

But the words of the servant, Ah Feng, frightened away his fatigue.

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“What? What did you say?”

As he inquired, he was already on his feet, hurrying to his brother’s quarters.

The Poetry and Ceremony Court

The inner chamber

On the large bed

Jiang Chongli was being held down by maids and servant boys, his slashed wrists dripping with blood.

“Jiang Chongli! What foolishness have you done!”

Jiang Chongyu burst in and saw the scene, his shout of reproach tinged with shock, and then he ordered, “Quickly fetch the doctor.”

“Somebody has, somebody has already gone to get one.”

Ah Feng knew he had failed to take proper care of his master and was shaking with fear, his voice quivering.

“Don’t bother with me! Let me die!”

Jiang Chongli was still roaring and struggling.

With every move he made, the wound on his wrist bled even more intensely.

Jiang Chongyu watched, his heart pounding with fright, and he quickly stepped forward to press on his brother’s wrist. He was both angry and worried, “What are you doing? Why harm yourself like this? What has happened? Jiang Chongli, speak!”

As his brother and still unmarried, he only had two concubines by his side; without a principal wife, he was not entitled to have offspring. In other words, his kin were few—apart from his mother, only this blood brother, who he always cherished deeply.

Loving elder, respectful younger was the Jiang family’s household ethos.

Jiang Chongyu never would have imagined his brother committing suicide, and he knew nothing about the reasons behind it.

“What has happened?”

He eased his tone, gently soothing, “Chongli, be good, don’t get agitated, tell your brother, and I will definitely solve it for you.”

Jiang Chongli looked at his gentle brother and, though he calmed down, he shook his head as he cried, “Brother, you can’t solve it, no one can save me.”

Jiang Chongyu tenderly wiped away his tears, softly reassuring, “That’s not true. There is nothing your brother can’t solve. Don’t you trust your brother’s abilities?”

Jiang Chongli thought about how everything his brother did from childhood to adulthood seemed effortless, whether it was academics or interpersonal relationships, he always stood out among peers. But as for him…

“Brother, I’m sorry, brother, I deserve to die, I deserve to die—”

Jiang Chongli was crying as he slapped himself, again and again, with strikingly loud smacks.

Jiang Chongyu hurriedly stopped him, “Chongli, don’t be afraid, you’re a kind child, your brother knows you didn’t mean it. Whatever you did, your brother won’t blame you, really, tell your brother the truth, what exactly happened?”

“I can’t say. Brother, I’m a bastard, I’m an animal—”

He loathed himself, crying so hard he nearly passed out.

Seeing he couldn’t get any answers from Jiang Chongli, Jiang Chongyu stopped asking and waited for the doctor to come to dress the wound and administer a sleeping potion. After his brother had fallen asleep, he turned to question those who served his brother.

“What exactly has happened to your master? Tell me everything truthfully! Otherwise, if he sheds blood and tears, you all won’t get off easy!”

He looked down with a stern face and an authoritative expression at the servants and maids kneeling on the ground, his words laced with a threat.

The maid, timid, shrank back and said, “Young Master, the second young master has contracted a strange illness. Seven months ago, he started having intermittent stomach pains, each time not lasting long. We called for a doctor, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Who would have thought that two months later, he began vomiting. At the time, we also summoned a doctor, who said it was gastrointestinal discomfort, and he took medicine for it and got better after a while, but then… his belly started to grow… Now, it looks like he’s pregnant…”

This was truly an indescribable matter.

Who would think that a man could become pregnant?

But that belly, gradually bulging, was truly frightening.

At first, it wasn’t evident, and they had harbored hope, thinking he was just putting on weight.

But one couldn’t simply gain weight in the stomach!

Especially since they all knew that the second young master usually ate a light diet and disliked meat; he shouldn’t be getting fat.

Eliminating that factor, there was only one possibility—pregnancy!

A man becoming pregnant, how sensational!

No man could accept it!

No wonder the second young master was now on the verge of a breakdown, attempting suicide!

Jiang Chongyu had also noticed his brother’s swollen belly and had initially assumed he had just gained weight, not giving it another thought. But now, hearing the maid’s words, he suddenly recalled how his brother had bent over and hurried away upon seeing him these past few days, as if hiding something.

Was it this belly he was hiding?

He blamed himself for being too busy, and thus negligent.

“A bunch of idiots! How can a man get pregnant?”

He didn’t believe his brother was pregnant. He turned to the servant Ah Feng, questioning him with a sharp tone, “Besides this, did your master experience any other abnormality? Did he eat anything unclean before this?”

Ah Feng, upon hearing this, had a shifty look in his eyes and stammered, “It seems, it seems there were no other abnormalities. The second young master isn’t like those dissolute noblemen who enjoy cockfighting and drinking. He’s very well-behaved, and the place he frequents the most is the Penglai Guest.”

The Penglai Guest was where literati and scholars gathered.

Jiang Chongyu knew his brother was wholeheartedly devoted to his studies, and he had been too confident in him, leading to this oversight.

“Who is he associating with at the Penglai Guest?”

“It’s the eldest son of the Qu Family and the third son of the Meng Family.”

“Qu Lei? Meng Zekai?”

“…Yes.”

Ah Feng hung his head, his body trembling and his face dripping with sweat, obviously under great pressure.

Jiang Chongyu looked at him peculiarly, “Are you hiding something? Why else would you be so frightened?”

Upon hearing this, Ah Feng was so scared that he repeatedly knocked his head on the ground, “No, no, please spare my life, Young Master. I dare not conceal anything, but… but some time ago, the second young master had a fight with Mr. Meng and they broke off their relationship. I don’t know the reason.”

Jiang Chongyu caught on to the hint, “When did that happen?”

“About three months ago.”

“Are you sure you don’t know why they severed ties? You wouldn’t have mentioned this unless you suspected something.”

As Jiang Chongyu spoke, a fierceness flashed in his eyes, his tone becoming harsher, “Speak!”

Ah Feng trembled for a good while before he said, “I… I feel that there’s more to the relationship between the second young master and Mr. Meng, possibly a hint of… forbidden love.”

This was also the main reason why even they and Jiang Chongli himself suspected a pregnancy.

Jiang Chongyu: “…”

Forbidden love?

His obedient, honest, well-behaved brother?

Jiang Chongyu’s expression fractured.

Meanwhile,

Atop the building,

A roof tile fell.

The Hidden Guard, who had overheard up to now and dressed in the same black garb as the masked person, furrowed his brow, “Who are you?”

Had the Jiang Family gotten into trouble?

Being eavesdropped on, no less?