Chapter 120: Chapter 111: Unparalleled Beauty in the World
“Amman?” Chu Yu was even more surprised, “What’s wrong with him?” As soon as she had spoken, Chu Yu immediately became very nervous and said, “Could it be that he is a spy?”
Moxiang was stunned again, looking at Chu Yu with strange eyes: “Princess, what’s wrong with you today? You seem very off. What happened?”
Twice in a row, Chu Yu had misinterpreted his words, and even if Moxiang was usually slow to catch on, he now sensed that something was amiss. Besides, his mind was very delicate. The first misunderstanding could be explained by Chu Yu being overly concerned about Rong Zhi, but where did the second erroneous guess come from?
Without needing Moxiang to say anything more, Chu Yu knew she had asked a foolish question. Where in the world would there be such a conspicuously targeted spy? And which family’s spy would aim to destroy other people’s houses?
Chu Yu let out a wry smile, patted her forehead, and said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, just go on, don’t mind me.”
After listening to Moxiang’s orderly narration, Chu Yu finally understood what Amman had done. After the African boy was brought back, Moxiang had followed Chu Yu’s instructions and had the kitchen cook meat specially for him, who had eaten bowl after bowl until he finally stopped after five or six. Full, Moxiang then arranged for him to be branded, and then…
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“His resistance resulted in what you see before you,” Moxiang said helplessly. He knew that Kunlun slaves were strong, but he didn’t expect this Kunlun slave to be so incredibly powerful that more than ten people together couldn’t subdue him.
Chu Yu asked, “Why did you want to brand him?” She didn’t think there was anything wrong with what Amman had done. If she were in his place, she would definitely have resisted as well.
Moxiang explained that branding was standard practice because Kunlun slaves were sought-after, and the branding was meant to mark ownership, to show others that the Kunlun slave had a master already. Although Chu Yu did not agree with the rule, seeing Moxiang’s matter-of-fact expression, she couldn’t say much and just waved her hand, saying, “No need to brand, where is Amman now?” He hadn’t run away, had he?
Amman hadn’t run away; after tearing down a few rooms, he sat down by himself in a corner of the courtyard, waiting for Chu Yu to return. Moxiang himself was quite troubled by this unusually strong boy, which was why he had been waiting at the gate for Chu Yu, to ask her how to deal with the situation.
Chu Yu asked Moxiang to lead her to see, and she found the person she was looking for in a corner of the Princess Mansion. There sat Amman, huddled against the wall with his knees hugged to his chest, shrinking into a ball. Upon hearing someone coming, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes shone brightly when he saw Chu Yu—they were very beautiful. However, he was very displeased to see Moxiang, pointing at him with one hand and complaining to Chu Yu: “Bad person! He stabs, stabs me.”
His complaint was truly lacking in substance.
Chu Yu soothed him as if he were a child, “Alright, I’ve scolded him. He won’t stab you anymore. You just be a good boy and listen, and follow me tomorrow.”
Moxiang, after hearing Chu Yu’s words, was shocked: “Princess, are you leaving?” She had only arrived for a day.
Chu Yu sighed and said, “It’s the Emperor’s wish.”
Moxiang frowned his handsome brows, and a faint, pleasant scent drifted over with the wind: “But, is there anything about Moxiang’s reception that has made the Emperor angry?”
Chu Yu gave a bitter smile: “No, it has nothing to do with you.” Maybe, it did have something to do with her. If it hadn’t been for her suggestion to visit Lanting, maybe they wouldn’t have run into those kids, wouldn’t have heard the song, and there wouldn’t have been four more prematurely deceased young lives.
After cajoling Amman a bit more, telling him that following her back to Jiankang meant he could have more meat to eat, Chu Yu was sought out by Zong Yue, who had been sent by Liu Ziyue to discuss their departure the next day.
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In the room, only Liu Ziyue and Chu Yu were present. Liu Ziyue drank his wine in silence, not speaking. Chu Yu watched him drink without saying a word. He drank very slowly, his expression growing even darker in the dimly lit room. After a while, he slammed his cup forcefully and called out, “Sister, I’m scared!”
The porcelain cup shattered into several pieces as it struck the ground with a crisp sound.
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze fierce and ferocious, yet also pained and disheveled: “Sister, I’m scared. When I was still the Crown Prince, I was afraid that old drunkard would kill me under some pretext; he liked a little bastard, but not me. Why do I still have to be scared after becoming Emperor?”
Chu Yu was startled by the sound of the cup shattering and didn’t know whether to step forward or not. All she could do was to sit stiffly in her place. But she knew she had to do something. Liu Ziyue needed her to make a clear stand at that moment. If she didn’t act, it might all be fine for a while, but the road ahead would probably not be easy.