Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 152 - 137 South Wind Knows My Intentions_2

Chapter 152: Chapter 137 South Wind Knows My Intentions_2

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Her thoughts floated away for a moment, and it took Zhong Niannian a while to return to the present. She looked at Rong Zhi and suddenly smiled, “Before meeting you, young master, I had many things to say, but now, after seeing you, I feel there’s no need to say anything. It’s clear you have a plan already, so why should I say more?”

Rong Zhi was still smiling ambiguously. He stood up, walked a few steps to the side, then turned his head back, and said indifferently, “Zhong Niannian, leave Jiankang City immediately tomorrow. Go back and tell her to hold on for a little while longer. I will return soon, maybe in half a year, or at most a year.”

Hearing the shift in his tone, Zhong Niannian knew he was instructing her on serious matters. Her expression became solemn: “Yes.” She hesitated before asking, “Then, should we do anything about the Princess…?”

“Do not touch her; I have my plans for the Princess, and you need not intervene.”

“Yes.”

Zhong Niannian bowed deeply. When she straightened up again, Rong Zhi was already far away, his figure blending into the silvery moonlight, almost merging with the sky and the ground.

Zhong Niannian carefully sighed in relief.

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The next day when Chu Yu woke up in the Princess Mansion, three pieces of news hit her all at once, making her dizzy; the first two were connected:

First, Huan Yuan was drugged by Zhong Niannian yesterday in Chu Garden and wasn’t rescued until this morning, and all the servants and guards in the garden had been incapacitated, without exception.

Second, after drugging Huan Yuanzhi, Zhong Niannian swept through Chu Garden like a bandit, taking all the valuables, including the “Song of the Wine” that Wang Yizhi had written for Chu Yu, and she left the city at the break of dawn today.

Chu Yu was almost speechless upon hearing the news from Huan Yuan, questioning whether Zhong Niannian was a spy at all or if she had shattered all professional ethics. Maybe she was moonlighting as a bandit?

So… violent, so arrogant.

Chu Yu was stunned for a while, then squeezed out a word through clenched teeth: “Pursue!” Just as Huan Yuan was about to carry out the order, he was immediately stopped by Chu Yu, “Wait, don’t use the forces of the Princess Mansion, but pursue her as Yu Ziyuan and Yu Zichu using the government.”

After Huan Yuan hurriedly departed, Chu Yu then received the third piece of news that swiftly followed, brought by a servant from Hua Cuo: “Amman is ill.”

Ever since witnessing Amman’s Innate Divine Strength, Chu Yu truly believed he was akin to a human-shaped war chariot, unrelated to illnesses. Hearing of Amman’s illness was rather surprising, and she quickly dressed to visit him.

Initially, Chu Yu assumed Amman had just caught a mild cough or cold, but upon seeing him, she realized how wrong her assumption had been.

When Chu Yu saw Amman, he was lying in bed, continuously unconscious. Despite his dark skin, Chu Yu could still see a feverish dark red seeping through it. His face and body were sweating profusely, dampening the bedding below, and even in his unconscious state, he occasionally let out faint moans, clearly in great pain.

Chu Yu was taken aback and turned to ask Hua Cuo, “What’s the matter?”

Hua Cuo spread his hands with a helpless look of ‘who should I ask?’ and said, “How should I know? I came to spar with him this morning and found him like this when I opened the door.”

Chu Yu touched Amman’s forehead and felt an extreme heat beyond imagination, hot enough to fry a brain if left unchecked, which could indeed damage the brain, as some fools were made that way.

Although Amman wasn’t very intelligent to begin with, he still had some cognition, and Chu Yu really didn’t know what to do if even that scant intelligence was burned away.

Anxiously, Chu Yu turned to Hua Cuo: “Has a doctor seen him?”

Hua Cuo was taken aback, then shook his head, “Not yet, I notified you first and also sent for Rong Zhi.”

As they mentioned Rong Zhi, there he was, arriving in haste, his outer robe merely draped over his shoulders. He entered, briefly bowed to Chu Yu, and then approached Amman’s bed to check his pulse.

Rong Zhi’s fingers pressed on Amman’s wrist, but just then, the half-unconscious Kunlun slave murmured as if startled awake, his eyes barely opening a slit, and suddenly grabbed Rong Zhi’s hand. Despite his grave illness, his strength remained astonishingly great. Rong Zhi smiled faintly, then Chu Yu heard a sound of joints misaligning from his wrist.