Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 125 - 115: A Midnight Meeting

Chapter 125 -115: A Midnight Meeting

“Eh, what brings you here?” Chu Yu was organizing the next phase of lessons for Amman when she heard someone knock on the door. Turning her head, she saw Tian Rujing standing at the doorway and asked in surprise, “Is there something you need from me?”

“About the class…” Tian Rujing’s words were still caught in his throat when he suddenly remembered that his lessons with Chu Yu had ended the day before. He had forgotten this fact and, as per his usual routine, had unconsciously come to the Princess Mansion and approached her. It was only after her surprised question that he recalled their teaching and learning had already concluded.

Because of the secret agreement between the two, Tian Rujing was a frequent visitor at the Princess Mansion. The court was abuzz with rumors that the Lord Heavenly Master had become an intimate visitor to the Princess. Chu Yu, having long since given up about her reputation, did not bother to clarify, and neither did Tian Rujing care to clear up any misunderstandings. Even the people at the Princess Mansion had come to accept some kind of “special relationship” between Tian Rujing and Chu Yu. Hence, no one stopped him as he walked over today.

Habit is indeed a terrifying thing.

Tian Rujing was only bewildered for two seconds before he regained his composure. He calmly said, “I misremembered.” He turned around and retraced his steps. As he was leaving the East Upper Pavilion, he saw Amman. Normally, he wouldn’t have paid much attention, but as he passed by him, something felt off. He looked back for a moment.

Amman was still the same Amman, yet Tian Rujing felt there was something different about this African youth that wasn’t there before.

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After a few more looks and finding nothing else, Amman’s figure disappeared behind a wall. Tian Rujing withdrew his gaze and slowly walked out of the Princess Mansion.

Whatever was different, it was none of his business.

Shortly after Tian Rujing left, Chu Yu was joined by Amman. As usual, she had him read a passage with her, then taught him how to write. After teaching him eight characters, Chu Yu pursed her lips in a smile and said, “I just happened to write my own name for you yesterday. Let’s learn these two characters today.” She wrote down “Chu Yu” on a white paper then asked Amman to copy them.

To Chu Yu’s surprise, Amman picked up the iron brush, dipped it in ink, gave a light flick of his wrist, and in the time it took to breathe, the characters “Chu Yu” were elegantly inscribed on the paper, even neater and prettier than her own writing.

Chu Yu found it hard to believe. If she hadn’t seen Amman write them herself, she would have suspected someone else had written them on his behalf. He had never written so beautifully before. What was different today?

In talking to Amman, Chu Yu did not beat around the bush but asked directly what was on her mind. Though they communicated quite smoothly now, given Amman’s level of understanding, if she had asked indirectly, she likely would never have gotten an answer.

Amman bashfully bowed his head, whispering softly, “Last night, alone, I practiced.”

Chu Yu slowly repeated his words and couldn’t help but smile sincerely, “Are you saying you wanted to surprise me, so you practiced writing my name all of last night, is that right?”

So well-behaved, so adorable.

Chu Yu reached out and vigorously ruffled Amman’s hair; she had always wanted a very well-behaved younger brother or sister, but she had not expected to encounter a foreigner here who gave her that feeling.

Amman sneakily looked up at Chu Yu and timidly nodded.

Chu Yu, immersed in joy, though Amman had not done anything extraordinary, had acted without any hidden motives or selfishness, solely for her sake. Just this little act was enough to lift her spirits.

Upon closer inspection, Chu Yu noticed there was a slight puffiness under Amman’s eyes. Because his skin was so dark, the dark circles were not evident. Engulfed in her happiness, Chu Yu did not notice the evasiveness and guilt in Amman’s eyes.

She even failed to realize how much easier Amman found writing today, unlike the strenuous effort it was yesterday.

Chu Yu gave Amman a break, asking him to go back early to rest since staying up late was not good for him. After returning to his room, Amman did indeed lie down on the iron bed and sleep, but in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes again.

He got up from the bed, which he had torn apart in his dreams, put on his iron clogs, and walked outside. As he stepped out, he saw a figure as white as floating ice under the moonlight, ethereal and exceedingly distant.

“Very punctual,” Rong Zhi greeted with a smile and motioned Amman over, “Come here, today I’ll continue to teach you how to harness your strength.”

Amman obediently went over, taking the porcelain bowl Rong Zhi handed him. The bowl was filled with water. He carefully held it, worrying about spilling the water but also fearful that he might crush the bowl with too much force.

He balanced the bowl while following Rong Zhi’s instructions, cautiously performing each movement. His immense barbaric power flowed through his body, gradually coming under control. When Rong Zhi told him to rest, Amman’s entire body was drenched in sweat.

Setting down the porcelain bowl, now cracked from the grip, Amman glanced at Rong Zhi standing not far in front of him and started hesitantly, “Today, I wrote… her name.”

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Rong Zhi softly intoned an “Oh,” and looking up slightly amusedly, he caught Amman’s eye and asked, “And then?”

Amman stared at him and slowly said, “I didn’t say it was you who taught me.” He actually spoke these words with surprising fluency.

“Very good,” Rong Zhi nodded,

“I also didn’t say you came to teach me in the middle of the night,” Yesterday, today, and future midnights.

“Also very good.” In contrast to Amman’s increasingly solemn expression, Rong Zhi’s became more and more carefree, as if what Amman was talking about had nothing to do with him.

“I am very uncomfortable,” Amman groaned, “Deceiving her makes me uncomfortable.” Last night, while he was practicing writing the name Chu Yu on the ground with an iron rod, this person had found him and said he could teach him the technique of using strength, allowing him to live like an ordinary person, not having to fear accidentally damaging something or someone.

The condition for this exchange was that Amman must not tell Chu Yu about it. Even if Chu Yu noticed Amman’s changes and asked about them, he could only claim that it was Hua Cuo who had taught him well.

The temptation of this condition was too great. Since childhood, he had been troubled by his own monstrous strength, often accidentally breaking things or harming people, which resulted in almost no one wanting to interact with him. If one day he could rid himself of this burden, Amman was willing to trade everything, so when Rong Zhi proposed the deal, he agreed without a second thought.

Last night, Rong Zhi taught him some basic techniques to control his strength,

But when facing Chu Yu and lying to her, a feeling of discomfort suddenly rose in his heart, and he couldn’t understand why he was reluctant to hide the truth, which is why he complained to Rong Zhi this way.

Rong Zhi smiled faintly, his smile as clear as the snow’s glow, yet as cold as frost: “Are you so loyal to the Princess? Why?”

Amman thought hard and could think of only one reason, “She gives me meat.”

Rong Zhi smiled and said, “Is that so? If I also promise to give you a lot of meat, would you leave her and follow me instead?”

Amman shook his head without hesitation.

Rong Zhi smiled and said, “Is my meat different from the Princess’s? Both provide you with meat; why are you unwilling to follow me but want to stay with her? You should know that I can offer you much more than she can.”

Amman fell into a quandary; logically speaking, meat from anyone is still meat, so why was he unwilling just now? After a long thought, he came up with a barely justifiable reason, “She came first; you came later.”

There might be many other complex and subtle reasons, all converging together, but Amman’s simple mind could not think of that many, nor was he inclined to ponder them; a simple, straightforward answer was enough: Chu Yu was the first person who had actively reached out to him.

With her, he could eat meat.

She was the first person who said that to him.

So, he followed.

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A few days after Chu Yu’s return to Jiankang, some changes took place in the court, and she had Dai Faxing killed.

It was the “True Emperor” from that song about the Imperial Palace having two emperors whom the “Fake Emperor” had killed.

Liu Ziyue killed people as decisively as he sent his concubines away, first issuing a decree for Dai Faxing to retire, then ordering him to go back to his hometown to retire, once out of the city, he changed the order to banish him to a distant place, and finally, a cup of poisoned wine ended it all.

When Chu Yu heard this news, apart from being shocked by Liu Ziyue’s actions, she wasn’t surprised by Dai Faxing’s death at all. She knew that during her time in Shan Yin County, the song had completely ignited the brutality in Liu Ziyue’s heart, and he would surely cause a bloody storm in the court.

Those associated with the rebellious rhyme in the song would all die.

Just as the news of Dai Faxing’s death arrived, Chu Yu received an invitation.