Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 143 - 131 Attacking the Palace Again (Part 1)
Chapter 143: Chapter 131 Attacking the Palace Again (Part 1)
“What, what happened after that?” Chu Yu felt her throat tremble a little, “After I sang the ‘Song of the Wine,’ what did I do?” This morning, when she woke up, Chu Yu’s head still ached from the hangover, and she vaguely remembered last night’s events. Upon further reflection, she felt overwhelming regret, and hated that she had broken her rule of using poetry from future generations.
Chu Yu liked poetry, especially Li Bai’s poems, which led her to sing ‘Song of the Wine’ in her drunken state. However, her affection was accompanied by respect; taking someone’s poems from several hundred years later made Chu Yu feel deeply remorseful at heart.
But those were just secondary concerns. Her memory only lasted until the singing; what she did afterward, she could not remember at all. Fearing that she might have behaved improperly, Chu Yu cautiously asked while sipping the sobering soup brought by Rong Zhi.
Rong Zhi looked at her with a teasing smile and said slowly, “Princess doesn’t remember? After you finished singing, you embraced Brother Yizhi and asked him to be your Prince Consort…”
Chu Yu’s face changed dramatically, and she spat out the sobering soup.
Rong Zhi continued, “Then, Princess, you pushed me to the ground and sat on my waist.”
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Chu Yu’s face turned pale as snow, and her body stiffened, unable to move.
“Yue Jiefei tried to pull the Princess away, but the Princess tore his clothes with a backhand…”
Good, such a beast.
“After you let go of me, you kissed Tian Rujing and Xiao Bie…”
With every sentence he said, Chu Yu felt like she was being pushed deeper into hell, listening with a deathly pale face, wishing she could just find a crack in the ground to crawl into: How could her tolerance for alcohol be this bad? It was as if she had been possessed by Shan Yin’s Princess.
“And also…” Rong Zhi paused for a moment.
Chu Yu sighed, “What else? Just say it all at once!” She could handle it.
Rong Zhi smiled slightly, “Furthermore, Princess, I tricked you. Everything I just said was false.” He took the soup bowl from Chu Yu’s hand, his face wearing a mischievous and utterly detestable smirk, “The Princess’s gullible expression is quite interesting.”
Damn you!
Chu Yu rolled her eyes forcefully, both annoyed and amused, punching him on the shoulder. At the same time, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Leaving aside the mischievous Rong Zhi, Chu Yu went to the study to bid farewell to Wang Yizhi. There, she saw Wang Yizhi sitting in front of a desk, a stack of white paper nearly two feet wide spread out on the mahogany desk. Wang Yizhi leaned his elbow on the table, pen in hand, writing something on the paper.
Chu Yu, seeing his focused expression, slowed her steps, drawing closer to watch his swift and bold strokes, unconstrained and unrestrained. But upon closer inspection, he was writing: ‘Do you not see the Yellow River come from the sky…’
Chu Yu touched her forehead, feeling the headache that had just lightened slightly now beginning to intensify again. She did not interrupt, however, waiting until Wang Yizhi finished writing before speaking, “Brother Yizhi, I have a favor to ask.”
Upon hearing her, Wang Yizhi turned his head, casually saying, “There’s no need for such formalities, just tell me what you need, Brother Zichu.”
Chu Yu sighed and said, “The drinking song from yesterday was not my own work, but that of a Hermit I am acquainted with…”
Wang Yizhi looked at her with a smile and asked, “And where might this Hermit be now?”
Chu Yu almost blurted out that he was from several hundred years later, but fortunately swallowed the words in time, and instead said, “This Hermit does not wish others to know of his existence. Therefore, please keep this song to yourself and do not spread it, Brother Wang.”
Wang Yizhi fell silent for a while before speaking. Just as Chu Yu was becoming somewhat anxious, he finally smiled and said, “Of course, that’s easy to handle. I have just copied down that song. Please tell me the name of that hermit, so I can complete this piece of writing.”
Chu Yu said, “Li Bai, styled Taibai, known as the Qinglian Hermit.”
With delicate precision, Wang Yizhi added the Qinglian Hermit’s signature at the end of the piece of writing. After waiting for the ink to dry, he rolled up the paper and handed it to Chu Yu, “This is for you, Brother Zichu.”
Chu Yu accepted the scroll, planning to have it mounted and hung in her bedroom upon her return. It would serve as a memento. After conversing about her impending departure, they bid each other a brief farewell, and she left the study.
When Chu Yu returned to Jiankang City, it was already the afternoon of the third day since she had left. By then, the martial law had been lifted. The carriage carried one fewer person compared to when they had left the city, but it also carried one more than when they had departed.
As soon as they entered the city, a gust of autumn wind lifted the carriage curtain and blew inside. Chu Yu quietly looked outside the carriage. After a heavy rain, the weather finally began to reveal a touch of autumn bleakness. The light breeze kicked up dust on the ground, twirling it in tiny whirls.
The streets were not very crowded. Those people who were out had expressions that seemed numb or uneasy. When they saw Chu Yu’s carriage entering the city, a few gathered to whisper among themselves.
Chu Yu was surprised to find that the atmosphere in the city seemed to have changed, despite it only being two days since she had left. Logically, even though autumn had arrived, it wasn’t time for people to hibernate early.
She sent a guard to gather information. The news he brought back was both shocking and somewhat expected. The previous night, Liu Chang had escaped, and despite searching the entire city, they could not find him. Consequently, the next day, Liu Ziyue unleashed his anger on the remaining three princes. He no longer allowed them to stay in the accommodations for distinguished guests, but instead arrested all three and locked them in bamboo cages, and they had already been paraded through the streets yesterday.
Chu Yu’s expression changed subtly as something vague and indistinct in her memory was stirred, yet she could not quite discern it clearly. It seemed like something from her memory had happened once before – in other words, history had suddenly jumped out in front of her at the most unexpected time.
Hangovers, “Song of the Wine,” upon hearing the news, Chu Yu forgot all about these things in an instant. Her mind focused solely on one thought: Has it started? Is it about to begin?
After a moment of silence, Chu Yu said indifferently, “I understand, let’s go back to the mansion.”
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Return to the mansion, and then to the palace; at the same time, it was an assault.
When Chu Yu saw Liu Ziyue in the study, she was surprised to find that there were still court officials around him, all elderly men in their sixties or seventies. Among them was Wang Xuanmo, and she also noticed Shen Qingzhi.
By this time, they should have already left court. After court was adjourned, Liu Ziyue did not like the ministers disturbing his leisure time, so why were there so many of them present?
When Chu Yu saw the ministers, they naturally saw her as well. They were fervently demanding Liu Ziyue to release the three princes, with Wang Xuanmo’s voice being the loudest and most resonant. However, when Chu Yu entered the room, the study suddenly went quiet.
Slowly, Liu Ziyue said, “Have you all said enough?” He seemed to be in a very good mood. Even surrounded by so many ministers pressing their cases — something he used to hate — he did not get angry.
Seeing Chu Yu arrive, Liu Ziyue stood up and walked towards her. He took her hand, and they stood side by side.
Many of the ministers frowned at this scene, but since their main goal for the day was not about this matter, and it was inconvenient to divert their attention, none of them said anything more.
Liu Ziyue asked, “Sister, where did you go yesterday?”
Chu Yu replied with a slight smile, using the same excuse she had previously given Shen Qingzhi. She then asked, “What is Your Majesty doing?” She was not at all afraid Liu Ziyue would suspect her of helping Liu Chang escape because, in the eyes of others, it made sense for her to be in the same boat as the little emperor, both emotionally and logically.
Casually glancing to the side, in a split-second exchange, she caught eyes with Wang Xuanmo.
