Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 234 - 213 Today the Fragrance Remains the Same
Chapter 234: Chapter 213 Today, the Fragrance Remains the Same
Chapter 234: Chapter 213 Today, the Fragrance Remains the Same
When Moxiang lifted his cloak, Chu Yu and her companions were nearly stunned. This person, whom they recognized as long dead, was now vividly standing before them.
Despite his emaciated appearance, damaged visage, and even an expression vastly different from before, they could still recognize him; this was Moxiang.
This was indeed Moxiang.
In the snowy landscape, it seemed as if a subtle and faint fragrance was wafting through the air, spreading out like threads of silk.
Liu Sang muttered, “That, it looks like Brother Moxiang… Wasn’t he dead?” Shivering, he added, “Could it be a ghost?”
When Chu Yu saw Moxiang, she was slightly taken aback before realizing something and smiling.
Before Moxiang had lifted his cloak, Hua Cuo had already known the identity of the comer, yet upon seeing Moxiang’s current state, a look of guilt immediately appeared on his face.
What Chu Yu had realized, Huan Yuan had also figured out quite a bit; anger at being deceived surged in his heart, and he sharply asked Rong Zhi, “Rong Zhi, shouldn’t you give an explanation?”
Rong Zhi didn’t respond to him, not even glancing his way, focusing solely on Moxiang. As Moxiang lifted his cloak, he slowly lowered his body, intending to bow, his movements seeming exceedingly difficult, making even this simple act an immense struggle.
This time, Rong Zhi finally did not continue to lean against the carriage; he stepped forward gently, catching Moxiang who was about to bow, and whispered, “You have suffered.”
Even without anyone elaborating on the details, he could roughly guess what had happened: he had assigned Moxiang to carry out his plans, but due to the unexpected decisions made by Chu Yu, which had altered Hua Cuo’s thoughts, Hua Cuo had imprisoned Moxiang and destroyed all his means of contacting his subordinates. Nevertheless, Moxiang had managed to escape and went straight to Jiangling to seek military support from Yu Wenxiong to handle the chaotic situation caused by Hua Cuo’s reckless interference.
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Although they were only a hundred men, each of them was a fierce warrior skilled with both bow and horse, capable of killing in combat, who could break through enemy lines like an arrow, even amidst thousands of troops.
At Jiangling’s end, when Moxiang beckoned Yu Wenxiong, he hastened them to Jiankang, just in time to relieve Chu Yu and others from Zong Yue’s pursuit.
The credit for this feat would have to be attributed to Moxiang.
Rong Zhi’s deductions were nearly spot on, with only a few details missing: after being knocked unconscious by Hua Cuo, Moxiang was locked in an empty house in Jiankang City, guarded by hired men. Unlike Hua Cuo, who was physically strong, Moxiang had to find ways to escape from his cell. Penniless and physically frail by nature, he endured much hardship on his way to seek help alone in Jiangling, even encountering bandits who coveted his beauty. To protect himself, he disfigured his face, overcoming numerous perils before finally reaching Yu Wenxiong.
During the journey to Jiankang, although Yu Wenxiong saw his injuries and advised him not to accompany them, Moxiang insisted due to his expertise in assessing the situation better. The journey was torturous, but no matter the pain, Moxiang clenched his teeth and never once slowed down the Black Cavalry’s progress by calling out in pain, supporting himself with his frail body throughout the trip.
Over the past few days, he had earned the respect of Yu Wenxiong and the hundred members of the Black Cavalry.
Moxiang would not speak of the sufferings he had endured, and Rong Zhi would not ask; after helping Moxiang up, those compelling eyes of Rong Zhi observed him for a moment before he took two steps back and let go of him.
Then, Rong Zhi raised his hands, straightened his garments, and with a bow, bowed respectfully towards Moxiang.
While starving and freezing, Moxiang had no regrets; nor did he hesitate when he disfigured his own face. Yet, when faced with this bow from Rong Zhi, he suddenly panicked, hastily attempting to dodge out of Rong Zhi’s direct front, but his shoulders were firmly held from behind by a pair of large hands, forcing him to accept the bow.
Only after Rong Zhi stood up straight did Yu Wenxiong let go of Moxiang, saying, “This is the young master’s heart, you deserve this bow, no need to avoid it.”
Even though Yu Wenxiong had said thus, Moxiang remained anxious, “But I still failed to accomplish the task the young master entrusted to me…”
Rong Zhi chuckled lightly to interrupt him, saying, “Moxiang, success lies with fate, not with your faults.”
Almost at the same time, standing about thirty to forty feet away, Chu Yu chuckled lightly and nudged Huan Yuan with her elbow, “Hey, did you notice how that guy bowed just now? He had quite a bit of your style, didn’t he?” Huan Yuan had always been so upright and meticulous, thoroughly courteous, yet unexpectedly today, similar gestures could be seen in Rong Zhi.
Although his hair was still disheveled and he had only straightened his clothes without fixing his crown, for the usually aloof Rong Zhi, this was already a significant gesture of sincerity.
Seeing that Chu Yu could still laugh, Huan Yuan couldn’t help but express his astonishment, “Pri…” Before he could utter the word “Princess,” he saw the warning glint in Chu Yu’s bright eyes narrowing slightly and quickly remembered the correct address, his face reddening as he squeaked, “Chu… Yu.”
After a pause, his speech returned to normal, “Moxiang’s fake death must have been instructed by Rong Zhi; why don’t you seem upset?”
Chu Yu tilted her head to think for a moment, then smiled, “Why should I be upset?”
Chu Yu wasn’t upset, but Huan Yuan was, almost unable to hold back from blurting out, “Do you like him that much? So much that you don’t care about anything else?” But he intuitively felt that he had no right to ask this, so he simply closed his mouth and his expression darkened slightly.
Seeing that Huan Yuan’s expression had changed, Chu Yu thought not to tease him anymore and smiled again, “Actually, I’ve always vaguely known that Rong Zhi holds some leverage that I’m unaware of, but what exactly it was, I didn’t quite know until today.”
Chu Yu turned her head, looking at Rong Zhi who was still speaking to Moxiang, a trace of distraction flickering through her eyes, she whispered, “You’ll soon know what I’m planning.”
After finishing speaking to Moxiang, Rong Zhi had Yu Wenxiong lead the others to step aside, then he strode over to Chu Yu, saying, “Princess, may I have a word with you in private?”
Unlike with Huan Yuan, Chu Yu did not correct his address this time, simply saying indifferently, “Just speak here.”
Rong Zhi smiled, “That will do as well.” With that, he bowed deeply to Chu Yu just as he had done to Moxiang earlier.
Chu Yu, not bothered to avoid, coldly sneered, “Why bow to me? I haven’t faked my death like Moxiang, nor have I conveniently summoned reinforcements to relieve you from siege.”
Rong Zhi pursed his lips and smiled, “I heard that.”
“What?” Chu Yu was somewhat puzzled by his abrupt statement.
Rong Zhi spoke quietly, “Fifteen hundred years.” She came from fifteen hundred years in the future, that was her greatest secret.
Chu Yu’s expression changed instantly, “You were faking sleep!?”
“Yes.”
Chu Yu’s expression fluctuated, and she bit her lip, “…Let’s step aside to talk.”
