Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 193 - 175 The Situation in Jiankang

Chapter 193: Chapter 175 The Situation in Jiankang

Chapter 193 -175 The Situation in Jiankang

“I didn’t kill you…”

“It was your own seeking of death…”

“Don’t come looking for me… don’t come…”

“Don’t come over…”

“Ah!”

Liu Ziyue let out a cry, bolted up in bed, his expression panicked, sweat continually emerging from his face and body, quickly soaking his thin undershirt. He gasped heavily for a while, and it took some time before his hollow, bewildered eyes gradually regained focus.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his heart still pounding fiercely. The scenes from the dream replayed continuously in his mind, but it was always Fendai staring at him, reaching out both hands to strangle his neck.

He still remembered the day he learned of Fendai’s suicide, when he went to see her body. The bruises of dark purple marked the slender neck of the petite girl, whose bright eyes were inexplicably wide open in death, revealing her master’s resentment and unwillingness.

He feared his sister would find out, so he had all the palace maids and eunuchs from Fendai’s quarters killed to accompany her in burial. However, for some reason, news of Fendai’s death still managed to spread within and outside the court in just a few days, even reportedly reaching the local marketplaces.

How could this be?

Liu Ziyue thought anxiously and angrily. Lately, he didn’t know why he had become increasingly unable to control his emotions, occasionally falling into irritable frenzies. Even torturing palace maids for amusement could not ease his anxious mood.

It was not the first time he had dreamed of the deceased Fendai. For several nights, she had haunted his dreams, always awakening him from nightmares.

If only Sister were here now.

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He thought irritably.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Liu Ziyue stepped barefoot onto the carpet, his loose undershirt hanging from his body. He opened the window to look outside and noticed that the sky was beginning to lighten slightly.

The outline of the waning moon hung in the sky, already turning a pale white. Liu Ziyue furrowed his brows, remembering that Chu Yu had left overnight, and his expression grew grim once more.

The moment there was movement inside the room, the eunuch standing guard outside immediately detected it and hurried in to ask if the Emperor needed anything. Liu Ziyue initially wanted to wave him off, but suddenly changed his mind. After getting dressed with assistance, he began to wander aimlessly through the Imperial Palace.

The guards followed from a distance, maintaining a respectful gap, not daring to come closer and disturb him.

Liu Ziyue walked slowly and aimlessly with no particular destination, his body clad in dark black attire, draped in the lingering night, his wide garment hem fluttering in the wind, making him seem like a restless spirit without a master.

After wandering through several palaces, the irritation in his heart did not subside. Liu Ziyue remembered he had intended to kill the three princes a few days ago but had somehow forgotten, allowing the three princes additional days of life.

Might as well go and kill those three today.

The young Emperor thought listlessly.

Just as he was about to head to where the three princes were imprisoned, he passed a group of palace maids carrying laundry to be washed. Noticing the Emperor nearby, they quickly knelt down to pay their respects.

Liu Ziyue squinted his eyes, his gaze sweeping over one of the maids in the group, then suddenly fixated: she was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, petite and beautiful, with large eyes set in a small, palm-sized face. Her appearance and demeanor were somewhat six or seven points similar to Fendai’s.

The nightmares of many days seemed to have found their origin.

He slowly extended his hand, pointing to the palace maid who was unaware of what was happening. His lips gently moved and he uttered one word, “Kill.” It was mentioned so casually, as though he was picking up a soft petal.

Immediately after, a beautiful spray of blood stained the ground that had been soaked in moonlight all night.

Liu Ziyue still squinted, he yawned, feeling considerably lighter in mood, then turned and walked back, planning to have a peaceful nap.

As he walked, he pondered: He Ji should have reached Jiangling by now, right?

He needs to hurry and bring Sister back.

His chest felt a bit stifled: Sister always liked to run around. Why couldn’t she consider his feelings and let him be at ease?

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Chu Yu stared at the letter in her hands but didn’t open it.

The letter was sent by Huan Yuan.

Although she had left Jiankang, she hadn’t completely relaxed her surveillance over it. Huan Yuan sent a letter every two days, written in the code words they had agreed upon, unintelligible to anyone unaware.

She herself was not particularly skilled in plotting, but that didn’t mean she lacked skilled individuals around her. Not to mention those far like Rong Zhi, even those near like Huan Yuan who, once liberated from suppression, had finally exhibited his true capabilities.

He was managing the department he was responsible for, on one hand carrying out his duties normally, on the other hand, cautiously handling the tasks Chu Yu had assigned to him in secret.

Being in the royal court, he was naturally more sensitive to any changes. But what surprised Chu Yu was that although Liu Ziyue didn’t possess the capabilities of a good emperor, self-preservation seemed not to be a problem. With strong-handed tactics and generous rewards, he had key military leaders on his side and managed to silence any opposing officials with brute methods.

A terrifying atmosphere pervaded the court, yet this atmosphere did not endanger Liu Ziyue. The youth, who always seemed reliant on her, turned out to be surprisingly proficient and skilled as a tyrant, hardly needing her to worry, as he controlled the Imperial Palace and ruled over Jiankang effortlessly.

Liu Ziyue was always closely guarded, making the odds of a successful assassination or surprise attack extremely low.

In such a situation, Chu Yu didn’t know what else could harm Liu Ziyue. In her view, the only variable within the Imperial Palace was Tian Rujing’s peculiar existence.

Yet Tian Rujing had also stated that he would not personally intervene…

Should she remind Liu Ziyue of some matters to make him take precautions sooner? Although she couldn’t recall all the details of Liu Ziyue’s historical assassination, she remembered a few; perhaps helping Liu Ziyue avoid certain events could alter his fate in the current scenario.

While Chu Yu was privately calculating in her mind, she tore open the envelope.

Just as she was lifting the part sealed with lacquer, Chu Yu felt something was amiss because the method of sealing the envelope was also preemptively discussed with Huan Yuan. Although it looked unremarkable, a small mark made with black-ink-mixed lacquer was supposed to be at one corner of the seal. Yet, the letter in her hand lacked the usual marking.

The letter had been tampered with.

Chu Yu frowned, paused her hand, and wrapped a brocade handkerchief around her hand to pull out the paper, which she spread over the table to observe. After examining it for a while and not finding any trick, she took out a silver hairpin from her sleeve and slowly picked open the folded letter.

The letter was not yet fully unfolded when a slip of paper slid out, bearing four simple words that caught Chu Yu’s eye:

“Fendai took her own life.”