Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 124 - 114: Teaching and Learning

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Chapter 124 -114: Teaching and Learning

In the following days, Chu Yu remained in the Princess Mansion, still teaching Tian Rujing regularly while also adding a new lesson, teaching Amman how to recognize letters and speak. In other words, she was conducting English proficiency training while also starting a class called elementary language arts.

Amman was not bright, truly not bright. Although Tian Rujing was naive about the world, his thoughts were extremely clear and sharp, and he learned quickly. Amman, however, was different; he was the type who was genuinely a bit slow. He could understand what others said, but he had difficulty speaking correctly himself, and he recognized characters very slowly. Tian Rujing could memorize hundreds of words in a day with ease, but Amman struggled even to recognize ten characters a day.

The gap between an advanced student and a struggling one was clearly manifested between the two.

Even though Chu Yu kept delaying, the material she could teach Tian Rujing gradually diminished until one day, Tian Rujing told her that he could understand the English texts in his bracelet. The parts he couldn’t understand were actually an entire set of Western history, only recorded in English.

“Is that so?” Chu Yu said with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile, “Then from tomorrow, you don’t need to come. The things we agreed upon before can stay with you for now. I’m not in a rush to ask for my reward. Bye-bye.”

Tian Rujing hadn’t expected Chu Yu to be so decisive. He was perceptive and had long realized Chu Yu was intentionally delaying, but for some reason, he didn’t want to expose her little scheme and just went along with her, never expecting that the end of this delay would come so soon, and at the end, she was so utterly unrelenting.

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What was she thinking?

The heart of a woman is as elusive as a needle at the bottom of the ocean, thought the perplexed Tian Rujing, recalling a sentence he had read in a novel on his bracelet.

As Chu Yu was preparing materials for the upcoming elementary language arts class for Amman, she looked up after a while and saw Tian Rujing still standing at the doorway, having never left. She asked in surprise, “What are you still doing here?” Hope you’re not thinking of continuing your TOEFL or IELTS. Sorry, she hadn’t reached that level yet.

Tian Rujing didn’t speak, just stared intently at her for a long time before silently turning away. Just then, an excited Amman arrived. Glancing curiously at Tian Rujing, he didn’t pay much attention to him and went straight inside, “Princess, what are we learning today?” Although his speech was still somewhat unclear, after this period of practice, the order of his words was almost correct.

Upon seeing Amman, Chu Yu smiled and said, “Come here, today I’ll teach you how to write your name.”

Tian Rujing was walking out when he heard Chu Yu’s words. He paused, frowning, feeling a slight stir in his chest, as if he had tasted a dish with failed seasoning, the flavor seeping into his heart, yet he couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason. He paused for a moment, then continued walking.

Although Amman was somewhat clumsy, he was very clever. Seeing Chu Yu had written the character for “Amman” on the paper, he carefully picked up the iron pen, dabbed it gently in the inkstone, and then very cautiously stood at the table, starting to write on the white paper.

Watching his face filled with apprehension, afraid of ruining something, Chu Yu couldn’t help but smile. She remembered the first day she taught Amman to write, how he accidentally crushed the bamboo penholder, breaking one after another. Although Amman tried very hard to be gentle, he often became deeply concentrated and would unconsciously apply too much force, so later, they switched to iron pens, though even those were now slightly deformed.

Chairs were even less durable; since Amman started learning to write, Chu Yu had had to order several new chairs because he had broken all the ones in her house.

Although the tools constantly broke, thankfully, Amman was very diligent. Though clumsy, he was willing to practice, so he didn’t cause too much trouble for Chu Yu. On the other hand, Hua Cuo was nearly at his limit.

Chu Yu had asked Rong Zhi to have Hua Cuo teach Amman martial arts, to see if his barbaric power could be channeled in the right direction, but within a few days, Hua Cuo was almost driven mad, running over to Chu Yu several times wanting to quit: he had never seen such a clumsy but destructive student. While strong force was a good thing, the trouble was that the force was uncontrollable, always too harsh, and Hua Cuo’s swordsmanship, which was nimble and skillful, simply couldn’t merge the two.

During these days of teaching Amman martial arts, Hua Cuo’s courtyard was nearly torn apart, and several iron swords were broken, yet Amman’s swordsmanship saw no progress, still stuck in a stage of wild swinging, which made Hua Cuo, as the instructor, feel quite defeated.

Chu Yu was secretly amused when she suddenly heard Amman’s shout, “Princess, I’ve finished writing.”

Turning to look at the table, she saw the paper filled densely with “Amman” written all over it. The progress from the initial scribbles to a barely recognizable form was obvious.

Chu Yu noticed sweat on Amman’s face, his amber eyes filled with excitement, and she couldn’t help but reach out her hand to pat his head, “Good, you did very well.” He had barbaric strength, usually heaving around five to six hundred pounds without much effort, but today, just to gently write his name, he had sweated profusely. This showed how much he cared about being able to write his own name and how happy it made him.

Amman had learned her own name but was still somewhat dissatisfied. Holding the slightly deformed iron rod brush in her hand, she asked, “Princess, how do you write the name?”

Chu Yu blinked, casually swapped for a fresh sheet of paper, and wrote down her own name with the brush: Chu Yu.

Not Liu Chuyu, but Chu Yu.

She put down the brush and cheerfully said, “This is my name. But you’ve already learned ten characters today; no need to practice any more. Come back tomorrow and learn more.”

Amman stared earnestly at the two characters on the paper for a long time before she obediently nodded her head.

It was only after Amman had left that the smile on Chu Yu’s face instantly disappeared. She relaxed her body and leaned back in her newly made sandalwood chair, her gaze empty.

After the journey to Shan Yin, she could almost be certain that the person who ultimately initiated the assassination and usurped Emperor Ziye’s throne was Prince Xiangdong, Liu Yu. Had it not been for the incident involving the four children and Moxiang’s death, she probably would have helped Liu Ziyue without any hesitation, right?

But now she was very uncertain whether to continue or not.

A wise rabbit has three burrows. She already had several clandestine “burrows” established in different places. If she wished to withdraw, she could vanish at any time and live obscurely as a landlord or something similar. At present, she could just look after herself, take a few trusted individuals from the Princess Mansion, and secretly flee to a place where no one would recognize them. This seemed to be the safest and most hassle-free option available to her now.

But she was not reconciled.

She was not reconciled to the idea that all her previous efforts had been in vain, nor was she willing to flee like a defeated loser. A strong desire grew in her heart, especially after witnessing Moxiang’s death and feeling utterly powerless.

It was as if a voice in the depths of her soul was urging her to do something.

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At night, Hua Cuo was sound asleep when he suddenly detected something amiss. Like lightning, he reached under his pillow to draw his sword and pointed the gleaming blade, snake-like, at the figure standing by the bed. Before striking the figure, his movement abruptly stopped as he angrily exclaimed, “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Couldn’t you make some noise when you enter? I nearly mistook you for an enemy and killed you.”

Standing by Hua Cuo’s bed with a smile was none other than Rong Zhi, dressed in a white garment purer than snow.

Hua Cuo let out a breath, releasing the shock from his heart, relieved that he had recognized Rong Zhi in time. He usually targeted vital areas with his moves; this sword was aimed directly at the newcomer’s throat. If he had really thrust, and Rong Zhi had not dodged…

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Rong Zhi glanced at the trembling sword tip less than half a foot from his throat and showed little concern, only smiling leisurely, “How was I to know you would be sleeping so soundly? If it were before, you would have detected me as soon as I came in.”

Hua Cuo sighed deeply and said, “Isn’t it all because of that Kunlun slave the Princess brought back? At first, I thought he was an excellent candidate for martial training, given his immense strength. But it turns out the lad is hopelessly dim, possessing brute strength but unable to use it properly. I’m exhausted from teaching him.”

Rong Zhi’s lips curved up slightly as he said, “I’ve come tonight precisely to relieve you of this trouble.”

The eyes of Hua Cuo widened in excitement as he asked, “How so? Are you suggesting we kill that barbarian without leaving a trace?”

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