Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 161 - 144: Cut the Grass and Remove the Roots
Chapter 161 -144: Cut the Grass and Remove the Roots
After paying some money to send away the person who had guided her, Chu Yu turned and gazed intently at the house before her.
The door was ajar. Chu Yu reached out, slightly nudled the door, and a crack opened. With some hesitation and trepidation, she pulled the door open, and was immediately met with a musty dampness, reminiscent of moldy straw that had soaked in water for too long.
Chu Yu couldn’t help but frown.
This place hardly seemed fit for human habitation, yet the person she had just paid had told her that Wang Yizhi had once visited this place.
Seeing this, Yue Jiefei asked, “Princess, shall we not go in then?”
Chu Yu shook her head, instructing Yue Jiefei to keep watch outside while she and Amman entered the house together.
The small and low house was modestly furnished and destitute, containing only a crooked wooden rack and a pile of rotting straw, with the occupant lying on a straw mat, sound asleep.
The occupant, reportedly called Du Wei, was dressed in tattered clothes, so dirty that their original color was almost indiscernible. His face was mostly covered by a messy beard, and most striking were the scars on his face—a deep purple that twisted his facial muscles, looking ghastly. The scars extended from his nose and disappeared into his beard, indicating the severity of the original injury.
He was fairly tall but so skinny that only his large bones seemed to remain. He looked very unhealthy. One of his legs was amputated at the knee, leaving an empty pant leg, and the other leg was twisted unnaturally at the ankle, evidently an old injury.
By the wall lay a crutch as thick as an arm, crudely fashioned from a chopped tree branch.
Chu Yu gently called out twice, but Du Wei did not wake up. Upon closer observation, she detected the smell of alcohol in the air, and several empty alcohol jars lay overturned by the wall.
It appeared he was thoroughly drunk.
Chu Yu frowned again, internally lamenting the poor timing of her visit. Why had Du Wei chosen to be drunk just then, of all times?
Yue Jiefei stood watch outside. After about a quarter of an hour, Chu Yu emerged with a sullen face.
Standing in the sunlight, she took several deep breaths of fresh air to dispel the moldy smell she had inhaled in the house. Grinding her teeth in frustration, she exclaimed, “I’ve seen drunkards, but never one this impossible to wake. Let’s return to the mansion and come back tomorrow!”
Yue Jiefei exclaimed in surprise, then suggested, “Princess, if you have questions, why not bring the fellow back to the mansion? You can question him once he’s awake. That would save you the trouble of coming here again.” He commented on the poor state of the environment.
Chu Yu paused for a moment, then a strange expression crossed her face as she said softly, “No need. Let him stay here. Bringing him back to the mansion might not be a good idea.”
With that, she ignored Yue Jiefei’s confusion and turned to leave the messy alley.
Chu Yu did not take a carriage but walked slowly along the winding alley, followed by Yue Jiefei in the carriage. She walked to the banks of the Qinhuai River, where the water flowed softly, its gentle ripples as if reluctant to harm anything or anyone. Who could know the wild undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface?
Shortly after Chu Yu had left, a white figure appeared in front of the house Chu Yu had just entered. He loosely rolled up his wide sleeves, revealing his pale, clean wrists. His slender fingers touched the door where the rough wood pricked at his soft fingertips. Rong Zhi slowly sighed, pulled open the door, and entered.
Seeing the person inside the room deep in sleep, his expression unchanged, he took a vial from his bosom, removed the stopper, and waved it under Du Wei’s nose. The pungent smell invaded his nostrils, sharply piercing the nerves connected to his brain, rapidly sobering up the drunken man. Du Wei groggily opened his eyes in shock, murmuring impatiently, “Who is it?”
Rong Zhi smiled faintly, his voice gentle as he asked, “Do you still remember, the events that occurred at the Princess Mansion three or four years ago?”
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At the mention of the Princess Mansion, Du Wei’s body shuddered violently, and he came to his senses immediately. He saw Rong Zhi clearly, first a bit puzzled, then as if remembering something, his whole body started to tremble violently!
His teeth clacked uncontrollably, and he couldn’t speak coherently, “You, you, it’s you…”
Rong Zhi’s smile remained, his dark eyes so warm and gentle, yet in Du Wei’s eyes, they were no different from a demon’s charm, “What… what are you here for?”
Rong Zhi spoke with a smile, “Are you questioning me? The nameless survivor from back then has grown bold, hasn’t he?”
His words were very gentle, yet Du Wei felt a chilling, fierce intent to kill, scaring him so much that he felt his guts were breaking. He felt as though he was back to that rainy night years ago when he had crawled out from a mass grave on the outskirts, losing a leg and his Jiankang identity, barely managing to survive in this city, only to encounter his long-unresolved nightmare today.
Rong Zhi sighed, “Someone was looking for you just now, did you say anything?”
Out of fear, Du Wei shook his head repeatedly; how could he possibly remember someone visiting when he was so drunk?
Rong Zhi’s smile was very warm as he said, “That’s good.”
With that, he turned and left.
Du Wei slumped on the straw mat, exhausted, only then realizing his entire body was soaked with sweat. Although he had suffered a scare, he was unexpectedly delighted to have kept his life, fearing further visitors, Du Wei quickly got up, stabilized himself with a crutch, and tidied up the room. There wasn’t much to sort out; he pulled out two strings of coins from under the mat, tucked them into his bosom, and limped outside.
Just as he opened the door, Du Wei saw a red shadow standing at the doorway. The figure, backlit, blocked the exit, dressed in bright red. Before he could think further, he felt a chill at his throat.
It was a thin, sharp chill penetrating his skin, as if effortlessly severing something.
Why would it be cold? He confusedly reached his other hand to his neck, only to touch the emerging warm fluid, lifting his hand to see the bright red matching the color of that person’s clothes.
Wanig to cry out, Du Wei felt the cold autumn wind fill his throat instead. Before he could fully understand, he fell to the ground.
Rong Zhi slowly walked through the alley, followed by Hua Cuo, who was casually sheathing his longsword. The autumn air was crisp, and a slight breeze lifted his snow-white clothing, making him look as if he were floating.
Rong Zhi spoke softly, to no one in particular, “Since Wang Yizhi has left a letter, he must have known something. Knowing this much, how could I not eliminate the roots completely?”
The next day, Chu Yu went to the palace early in the morning, then returned home to change and go out. She had no chance to learn of Du Wei’s death. In fact, her carriage had not even traveled beyond the street outside the Princess Mansion when an accident occurred.
