Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 163 - 146 Don’t Mess Around
Chapter 163 -146 Don’t Mess Around
Chu Yu had an intense reaction, but to her surprise, He Jue’s reaction was even more extreme.
As Chu Yu swung her palm out in a strike, a response driven by her instinctive reflexes as a woman, quick as lightning, He Jue moved away even faster. He let go as if struck by lightning and, in a flash, retreated to a spot beyond her reach, his back pressing against the carriage wall.
Swinging at empty air, the anger and humiliation in Chu Yu’s heart slowly surfaced. Since arriving here under the identity of a princess, aside from that time Rong Zhi had doubted her identity, no one had dared to strip off her clothes.
Chu Yu looked down and, to her astonishment, discovered the damage to her clothes wasn’t as bad as she had thought. Having heard that long tearing sound, she had assumed a large tear had formed. In fact, it was just a small part of her neckline and one shoulder exposed—she might as well have worn an off-the-shoulder dress.
Relieved, Chu Yu’s anger rose quickly but dissipated just as fast. After all, He Jue had merely lost control in a moment of desperation, and this desperation, ultimately, was stirred up by her… Looking up at He Jue, she intended to say something to ease the tension when she saw He Jue with a look of disgust on his face, eyes closed, his complexion as pale as paper, as if he had just seen something extremely distasteful and frightening.
A thought crossed Chu Yu’s mind, and as she got up to approach him, He Jue slightly opened his eyes, discerned her intention, and hurriedly shut his eyes, shouting, “You, don’t come any closer!”
Chu Yu queried, puzzled, “Why shouldn’t I come over?” Seeing He Jue in his current state, he acted as if she had turned into some sort of monster or natural disaster. Chu Yu no longer felt afraid at all. Steadying herself, she continued to move toward He Jue.
At this point, the carriage seemed to be traveling to some unknown location, shaking even more violently than before, as if climbing uphill. Chu Yu didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since she was captured, but it seemed it was already dusk. The light filtering in through the gaps was the last rays of the sunset. She hadn’t eaten lunch before leaving the Princess Mansion for the last time, and now she was starting to feel hungry.
The carriage sped on continuously, and Chu Yu occasionally glanced out through the gaps in the carriage curtain. She saw flashes of yellow, then green, then blue-gray, and although the scenery was blurred due to the fast-moving and narrow slit, she could tell the environment was constantly changing. After half a day’s breakneck journey, she had no idea how many miles they had covered.
Even though she was reassured that He Jue’s target wasn’t her, which eased her mind considerably, she had no confidence that He Jue would just let her go—what if, to be safe, he decided to keep her hostage?
Seeing He Jue’s unusual demeanor, Chu Yu sensed an opportunity. The more he urged her to stay away, the more she felt compelled to take a risk. She stopped in the middle of the carriage and observed him more carefully: he did not seem to be pretending but was genuinely afraid of something.
He Jue closed his eyes for a while, thinking the danger had passed when no sound came. However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a snow-white shoulder, its skin smooth and gleaming with a luster like jade. He stared in shock for a moment. In the next instant, he covered his nose with his hand, but blood still trickled between his fingers.
Annoyed, He Jue averted his gaze from Chu Yu’s exposed shoulder and repeatedly called out, “You you you you you, quickly cover up your clothes!”
Chu Yu was also stunned. She had considered several possibilities for He Jue’s fearful behavior, but she had never anticipated this reason—
At that moment, Chu Yu also remembered the initial scene when He Jue had climbed into the carriage, longsword in hand, to threaten her. Back then, He Jue had kept his distance as much as possible, just pointing his sword at her neck, issuing a stern warning to prevent her from fleeing before then sitting at the farthest spot in the carriage from her. At first, she thought He Jue was so confident in his swordsmanship that he wasn’t afraid of her escaping, but considering the current situation, it seemed the real reason was this man’s fear of women!
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Just now, her hitting someone was instinctive, and his retreat… was also instinctive.
Visibly unsettled by just a glimpse of a shoulder, if he were transported to the summer of the 21st century, he would probably bleed to death.
Chu Yu couldn’t help but think.
He Jue couldn’t stop the nosebleed, and with Chu Yu showing no intention of pulling up her clothes to cover it, blood gushed out like water from a spring, as if from a broken faucet that could only be turned on, not off.
Seeing that Chu Yu seemed intent on moving closer, He Jue finally panicked, remembering Chu Yu’s identity and recalling the reputation that came with it, he couldn’t help but cry out loud, “You, don’t mess around! If you come any closer, I’ll call for help!”
Chu Yu instinctively responded, “Go ahead and shout, even if you scream your throat hoarse, no one will come to save you.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt frustrated; the situation had oddly reversed.
Despite the commotion inside the vehicle, the oddity was that the assassin driving the carriage, clearly an accomplice of He Jue, seemed to be completely oblivious, showing no sign of stopping the carriage to check on the unfortunate person inside.
Both Chu Yu and He Jue realized something was off at that moment, and they turned in unison to look towards the front of the carriage. Despite still bleeding, He Jue gathered his spirit. Just then, the curtain at the front of the carriage was lifted, revealing a face of exquisite elegance.
Rong Zhi’s complexion was extremely pale, his dark eyes seemingly capable of absorbing all light. He leaned his left hand on the edge of the carriage door while his right hand held a longsword. Despite appearing languid and exhausted as if plagued by weakness, he slowly lifted the sword in his hand, its tip unwaveringly aimed at He Jue: “I once heard Hua Cuo mention that He Jue fears nothing in heaven or on earth, with one crucial weakness— a natural dread of women. I was somewhat skeptical, yet today, I see it is indeed so.”
However, He Jue seemed to not hear his mockery. His gaze, cold and sinister, was fixed on the tip of Rong Zhi’s sword as if facing a formidable enemy. Chu Yu didn’t understand the swordsmanship and what was so special about Rong Zhi’s seemingly casual gesture, but He Jue’s heart was as clear as a mirror. Even though the young man in white appeared extremely frail, the killing intent drawn by his sword’s tip was precisely targeting his vulnerable spot. In such a state, retaliation would be very disadvantageous for him.
He Jue’s heart turned ice-cold.
They had been causing a ruckus in the carriage, but the person driving in front showed no reaction, presumably already dealt with by the young man. Yet, the young man didn’t rush in to rescue the Princess; instead, he waited for He Jue’s weakness to manifest before taking advantage of the situation to gain the upper hand.
He Jue was cruel, but only to those he disregarded or loathed. This young man was clearly here to save the Princess, and in such a situation, he still maintained his composure, waiting for that advantageous moment, even at the risk of letting the person he came to rescue continue in peril… Such ruthlessness, even towards his own, was beyond He Jue’s reach.
Assessing the situation, He Jue deduced he probably couldn’t use Chu Yu to threaten Rong Zhi, and his current state was quite terrible. Although confident in his swordsmanship, he couldn’t possibly fight with a sword while simultaneously suffering a nosebleed. With a shift of thought, He Jue pushed off forcefully with his feet, retreating backward and jumping off the back of the carriage.
Seeing He Jue leave, Rong Zhi let out a soft breath and could no longer hold the longsword, which fell with a clatter inside the carriage. He didn’t bother with the sword but leaned against the carriage entrance, disheveled in white robes nonetheless exuding charm. The languor in his dark eyes dissipated like strands of silk, and he gave Chu Yu a slight smile, “The Princess was frightened.”
