Untouchable Lovers

Chapter 153: Chapter 137 South Wind Knows My Intentions_3

Hua Cuo’s expression changed dramatically, and he quickly chopped his hand to the side of Amman’s neck, causing him to fall unconscious once again, but even in his unconscious state, Amman was still gripping Rong Zhi’s wrist, fortunately, he had stopped exerting force, otherwise, if he continued twisting, Rong Zhi’s hand might have been twisted off completely.

The dark fingers pressed against Rong Zhi’s snow-white wrist, stark in their black-on-white contrast.

Hua Cuo was very anxious, “Ah Zhi, how is your hand?” His expression was filled with anxious pain, as if the injured person was not Rong Zhi, but himself.

Compared to Hua Cuo, Rong Zhi remained very calm, he turned to Chu Yu and said, “Princess, could you trouble yourself to fetch some medicine for my injury? Hua Cuo must keep an eye on Amman at all times and cannot leave for now.”

Seeing Rong Zhi injured, Chu Yu’s heart also became flustered, and she hurriedly agreed, setting out to find the medicine.

As soon as Chu Yu left, a deep killing intent flashed across Hua Cuo’s face, and he swiftly pointed his finger like a sword at Amman.

“Slow down.” Rong Zhi spoke unhurriedly, stopping Hua Cuo’s murderous action, “Don’t kill him, my hand is not seriously injured; such a wound is nothing to worry about.”

Hua Cuo pursed his lips, though somewhat reluctantly, he still followed Rong Zhi’s wishes, letting go and instead turning to free Rong Zhi’s wrist, prying Amman’s fingers off one by one.

Rong Zhi smiled and tilted his head to look at his unnaturally twisted right wrist, and with a smile said, “This Kunlun slave is rather interesting, even when not in his right mind, he still remembers to make things difficult for me.” Fortunately, Hua Cuo acted in time, and now it was just a dislocation, which was much easier to treat than a fracture.

While speaking, Rong Zhi casually corrected his wrist, and at this moment, Chu Yu also rushed back anxiously, “I have already ordered someone to fetch it, how are you, Rong Zhi?”

She was in such a turmoil inside that she could no longer distinguish directions; after running out earlier, it took her a while to remember that she could have ordered a servant to do the task. The people of Chu Garden were laid low, Zhong Niannian had eloped with the treasury, on top of Amman’s severe ilght, he walked over, extending his uninjured hand to hold hers, “Princess, there’s no need to worry, my injury is minor, don’t get distracted because of me.”

Chu Yu took several deep breaths, forcibly calming herself down, the hand holding hers was somewhat cold, yet for some reason it also felt so warm, as though it invisibly infused her with strength. She then redirected her attention to something more pressing, “How is Amman’s illness?”

“Within three days, I can make him wake up.”

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When Rong Zhi said three days, it was indeed three days. After three days, Amman truly woke up from his fever, but seemed a bit disoriented as the illness before had left his memories somewhat jumbled. Otherwise, there were no serious concerns. Chu Yu asked him a few questions, and seeing that he was mostly coherent, she figured his intelligence hadn’t been burned away too badly and thus felt relieved.

As for Zhong Niannian, Chu Yu was not able to catch her. She had absconded with the treasury, and it was unknown how she had escaped so swiftly, outpacing the lightly-armed soldiers in hot pursuit, disappearing without a trace within two days.

After knowing this outcome, Chu Yu didn’t show much reaction, just waved her hand and said forget it, after all, the things Zhong Niannian took were just external possessions, and her regret faded soon after. The only thing she felt somewhat sorry about was the calligraphy she had gotten from Wang Yizhi, which had been carried off for nothing.

The various admirers of Zhong Niannian also had inconsistent reactions. At first, when they heard that Zhong Nia share with Rong Zhi.

Although Chu Yu had received a threatening letter, she slightly increased her precautions and then stopped worrying about it, yet she had underestimated Zhong Niannian’s charm and overestimated the intelligence of some men who were unilaterally in love.

One day, Chu Yu was in Chu Garden when suddenly her waist tightened, and it was Yue Jiefei who had grabbed her waist, leaped into the air, and landed on the top of the wall. Yue Jiefei steadied her and casually drew his longsword.

A piercing screech that nearly ruptured the eardrums filled the air.

Chu Yu turned her head and saw a deep gouge in the ground where she had been standing, and beside that mark stood a black-clad youth.