Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 236 - 214 Borrow a Step to Talk_2
Chapter 236: Chapter 214 Borrow a Step to Talk_2
Chapter 236: Chapter 214 Borrow a Step to Talk_2
One reason was because of their friendship, and the second was out of pity for Rong Zhi’s plight. He had thus always stayed by Rong Zhi’s side, otherwise, even with lingering injuries, and his pride, how could he agree to stay in the Princess Mansion?
Over the years, Hua Cuo had always trusted Rong Zhi completely, even when he had previously disrupted Rong Zhi’s plan. he had thought to explain himself well to Rong Zhi, and the two could see each other with honesty. However, a single sentence from He Jue had almost made him tremble, presenting him with a question he had never considered before: had Rong Zhi always intended to use him?
Although he was reluctant to believe it, he knew He Jue well, who would not demean himself to speak such words unless he had discovered something.
Even though He Jue was an assassin who took lives, he was not fond of spreading falsehoods without basis.
Rong Zhi smiled faintly, “It turns out that you thought of it, He Jue. When I first met Hua Cuo, it was indeed by chance, as I initially did not know much about him nor had the intention to target him.”
Hua Cuo relaxed somewhat, but the following words nearly drove him insane, “However, after our initial encounter, I had someone thoroughly investigate Hua Cuo’s background and discovered that he was acquainted with the leader of the assassins, so I deliberately befriended him, hoping to lure you out, Excellency.”
Under the premise that there was no animosity between the two parties, it was too easy for someone like Rong Zhi, with those intents, to make anyone develop a fondness for him—how could Hua Cuo be an exception?
Hua Cuo stared blankly at Rong Zhi, as if seeing another person. He watched Rong Zhi’s lips part and close, his voice continued to enter his ears: “Unexpectedly, a twist of fate struck, and I suffered a severe blow. Not only was my martial arts completely destroyed, but my subordinates were nearly wiped out by sixty or seventy percent, and I momentarily had no one useful beside me, so I changed my mind and stopped trying to lure you out, He Jue. My knowledge of Swing Sword Hall also came from Hua Cuo.”
“In fact, with my medical skills, I could have healed his injuries immediately, but I had the intention to keep him and thus deliberately delayed for three years.”
In past years, as Hua Cuo and He Jue were acquainted, He Jue did not conceal his identity, nor did he avoid letting Hua Cuo see the actions of the assassins, indirectly providing some information to Rong Zhi.
He Jue had not expected Rong Zhi to admit so readily and couldn’t help but express his surprise, “Why are you willing to speak now?” He had specifically come to sow discord between Rong Zhi and Hua Cuo. Although there had already been a transaction between them, transaction aside, he was quite willing to do something that would make Rong Zhi lose face. Yet, he had not anticipated that Rong Zhi would go with the flow and admit everything.
He must have called Hua Cuo over just now intending to clear the air; could he have anticipated this?
Rong Zhi casually smiled, “Naturally, it’s because Hua Cuo is no longer of any use.”
As soon as he spoke, Hua Cuo’s complexion turned ashen, and it was a while before he managed to say resentfully, “Rong Zhi…you…have such a cold heart.” He had never felt it when watching Rong Zhi deal with enemies, but just this one sentence was almost too much for him to bear.
The initial dazzle of their first meeting, the joy during their interactions, and the heartfelt mutual support over the years—all flashed before his eyes, so difficult to let go, yet the person before him ended everything with a mere “no longer of any use,” how could he not feel as if his heart and liver were being burned?
Rong Zhi continued to smile gently, his face as pale as snow, his eyes deep and seemingly bottomless, “Isn’t what I said correct? I kept you initially because I had no martially skilled attendant to run errands secretly for me. Now that I have regained my freedom and not lacking attendants, you, who would sabotage my major plans and were always unruly and difficult to command, why should I keep you?”
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Hua Cuo suddenly burst into laughter, filled with grief and unwillingness. After laughing for a while, he stopped and said, “Fine, fine… I used to secretly mock others as fools, yet I did not realize I was the real fool!”
Four years!
How many sets of four years are there in a lifetime? These four years of prime time, he had been gravely injured for Rong Zhi, had done many things that couldn’t be exposed to light for him, and had been mired in mud, his swordsmanship making no progress, yet he hadn’t expected that their good relations of yesteryears were also within this man’s calculations!
He turned around, his gaze as sharp as lightning and swords, sweeping around the area, sweeping past the members of the Black Cavalry, past Moxiang, past Chu Yu and others, finally resting on He Jue, he managed to say with difficulty: “He Jue, may I borrow your sword?”
He could have asked for a blade from anyone present with martial prowess, but he was so ashamed and furious to the extreme that he subconsciously did not want to involve anyone from the Princess Mansion or Rong Zhi’s subordinates, and thus only spoke to He Jue.
He Jue narrowed his eyes, looking even more vicious and fierce, He did not speak, and silently pulled out the longsword on his back, casually throwing it and embedding it in the snowy ground.
Hua Cuo turned to look at Rong Zhi again and shouted in a stern voice, “Rong Zhi, take up your sword! I used to admire your swordsmanship, and today your martial abilities have somewhat recovered, should be enough to fight me!”
His face was contorted, his expression was miserable, and his heartache was clearly immense, even his voice subtly changed.
Yu Wenxiong anxiously tried to rush forward, but He Jue turned around with a smile that was not a smile, and took a step forward, blocking his way.
Even though he had lent the sword to Hua Cuo, with his martial strength, dealing with Yu Wenxiong barehanded would not be difficult; as long as Yu Wenxiong dared to come forward, he was willing to kill.
Rong Zhi slightly raised his hand, signaling Yu Wenxiong not to worry, then casually pulled out the longsword from the snow, first tearing off a strip from the hem of his garment and wrapping it around the blade near the hilt, then softly said, “Good.”
The two swords clashed with a clang.
