Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 151 - 137 South Wind Knows My Intentions

Chapter 151: Chapter 137 South Wind Knows My Intentions

After Zhong Niannian moved into Chu Garden, she did not rest; instead, she invited Huan Yuan over and the two of them sat opposite each other by the lamp. Huan Yuan’s eyes watched his nose, his nose watched his heart.

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Zhong Niannian, with a smile brimming in her eyes, said, “Is my appearance so unworthy of your esteemed attention?” With a smile, she filled a cup with wine, held it up with both hands, and offered it to Huan Yuan. Huan Yuan, reluctant to spend more time with this woman, hastily drank it and planned to take his leave.

But before he could stand up, he felt weakness in his legs, and the stunning woman before him grew increasingly blurry. The last impression that remained was her smile, which, though blurred, was filled with irony.

He had never imagined that a woman, who appeared gentle and beautiful and clearly possessed cunning, would so recklessly use such a brute method to blatantly indicate her ill intentions.

As Huan Yuan fell down with a look of disbelief, Zhong Niannian slowly stood up, smiled, and said to Zhu Yan beside her, “Although scholars might have a thousand tactics, they often fail to realize that sometimes, violence is truly the decisive means.”

Throughout history, as dynasties rose and fell, it has always been so.

Having said that, she slowly walked outside.

The moonlight gently bathed Zhong Niannian, her eyes and brows misty as if in a dream, appearing like the world’s most fragile illusion. She moved her feet gently, leisurely strolling through the night, unhurried and unperturbed.

Zhu Sha and Zhu Yan had cleared away the watchers outside the door, who lay scattered around, yet Zhong Niannian seemed not to see them and kept walking straight ahead.

As she walked, she sang softly:

“The ocean’s dreams are lingering, your worries are also mine.

The southern wind knows my intent, carrying my dreams to the West Continent.”

“…The southern wind knows my intent, carrying my dreams to the West Continent.” She sang the last line over and over, her voice soft yet slightly hoarse, echoing through the night, ethereal and illusory like a mythical siren, each note imbued with endless enchantment.

Thus, she walked and sang through the night until she left Chu Garden and then saw a figure standing with hands behind his back outside.

That figure, entirely bathed in the moonlight as gentle as water, wore white, soft clothes floating like ice and snow—so gentle yet so cold.

Zhong Niannian advanced, kneeling a distance behind the figure in white: “Thank you for being willing to meet with Niannian.”

Rong Zhi turned to look at the stunningly beautiful woman; his soft gaze void of emotion. Even though Zhong Niannian’s beauty was exquisite, the way he looked at her was as if he was observing an inanimate object, like a stone or a chess piece.

After observing Zhong Niannian for a while, Rong Zhi showed a smile that was not quite a smile. He flicked his robe hem and sat down in front of Zhong Niannian, looking directly at her: “Your singing is still as delightful as it was seven years ago when I first heard it.”

At Rong Zhi’s words, Zhong Niannian’s eyes shuddered, as though transported back to seven years ago. At that time, her family had fallen on hard times, her father was dead, and her mother was sick. The only male in her family was her younger brother, just five years old, hardly understanding anything, let alone capable of supporting the family.

Back then, faced with many creditors, Zhong Niannian’s only option was to marry a wealthy merchant as a concubine. The merchant was old enough to be her father, and his body twice as wide as hers.

A young girl in her prime, full of hopes and dreams for the future, which woman would willingly face such a bleak outlook? But at that time, Zhong Niannian had no choice but to run to a nearby lake, where she cried and sang. She had always loved singing; it was only while singing that she could forget her sorrows. But as she sang, tears blurred her vision completely. Suddenly, she heard the sound of water approaching, followed by a voice as soft as that of a Heavenly God: “Your singing is very beautiful.”

That was the first thing Rong Zhi ever said to Zhong Niannian.

“I want you to work for me.”

This was the second.

“I will take care of your family’s debts and your brother.”

With just these three sentences, Rong Zhi had moved Zhong Niannian’s heart. She struggled to dry her tears and saw that the person now sitting in front of her was the same youth, though his appearance and demeanor were somewhat gentler, yet that invisible force of control from the past to the present remained unchanged.