Untouchable Lovers

Chapter 89: Chapter 85: You have the Heavenly Master’s Tao_2

Liu Ziyue was turning around to retrieve something when he heard someone speaking behind him. Blinded by rage, he didn’t realize who it was and grabbed a Jade Ruyi to strike down on the newcomer’s head.

Chu Yu watched wide-eyed as the Jade Ruyi smashed down. She instinctively wanted to dodge, but her body couldn’t move fast enough; she could only stand frozen in place.

Just as the Jade Ruyi was about to hit, Liu Ziyue recognized the person behind him. The faint scent of elegance brought clarity to his mind. He forcefully twisted his wrist, altering the path of the Ruyi. It grazed past Chu Yu’s forehead, leaving a small red mark but, thankfully, did not inflict a serious blow.

Liu Ziyue threw away the Ruyi, not caring that the fine White Jade broke into two pieces as it hit the ground. He sucked in a breath and grabbed Chu Yu’s hand, somewhat frightened, he said, “Sister, how come you’re here all of a sudden?” He knew his own strength; that Jade Ruyi was no piece of silk or feather. If it had really hit its mark, Chu Yu’s head could have suffered a nasty gash.

Chu Yu calmed her racing heart and smiled nonchalantly, “The story I mentioned a few days ago, I’ve been feeling quite regretful about it. I’ve been at home reflecting on it.”

After a moment, Liu Ziyue’s emotions relaxed. He ordered everyone to leave. The eunuch and palace maid, their heads covered in fresh blood, gratefully glanced at Chu Yu as they walked out as steadily as possible. However, their pace betrayed their eagerness to leave.

Liu Ziyue, in high spirits, pulled Chu Yu to sit down, but unlike before, he didn’t lay his head on Chu Yu’s lap. Instead, he just shook her hand hesitantly and said, “Sister, the story you told me last time, do you have any more? Maybe something a little less scary.”

After sitting down, Chu Yu couldn’t help but raise her hand to rub the spot on her forehead that was grazed. She didn’t hear him clearly the first time, but after hearing him repeat his words the second time, she turned her head in surprise. Through the hand rubbing her forehead, she glanced at Liu Ziyue. His expression was one of eager anticipation, yet also tinged with a hint of fear. He was curious but apprehensive.

Was he addicted to ghost stories? But she didn’t have any ghost stories left in her; what should she do? The one she had told Liu Ziyue last time already gathered all the essence of the horror novels she had read; it wouldn’t be easy to surpass that anytime soon.

Chu Yu’s gaze drifted uncertainly until it landed on the little emperor, and suddenly, she had an idea. She cleared her throat and said, “I do have another story, with no ghosts. Would Your Majesty care to listen?”

Hearing that there were no ghosts, Liu Ziyue showed a hint of disappointment. Chu Yu wanted to roll her eyes at this; was he just here for the ghost stories? Considering his status, Chu Yu couldn’t voice her irritation but explained gently, “I’ve only heard of that one story with ghosts, but the others are also very interesting. Your Majesty might as well give them a chance?”

Chu Yu asked for a cup of water and moistened her throat before starting, “It’s said that a million years ago, there was an Ancient Era, older than the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, so ancient that all records of it have vanished. There was an emperor named Kangxi…”

With rhythmic tapping on the edge of the cup, Chu Yu began retelling a television drama from her past life, changing the setting and context to fit her story. What she recounted to Liu Ziyue was the story that had been broadcast countless times on TV during her middle school days in her previous life – “The Secret Tour of Emperor Kangxi.”

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No one could contradict that Kangxi lived over a thousand years later, not in the so-called Ancient Era, so Chu Yu happily made up the story as she went along.

The quality of a TV drama wasn’t a big deal; the main point was to keep the audience, or more accurately, Liu Ziyue, engaged.

“…As the story goes, Emperor Kangxi had a loyal minister named Ji Xiaolan.” Chu Yu took a sip of water to soothe her parched throat and suddenly realized something was off; Ji Xiaolan was actually from Emperor Qianlong’s time, Kangxi’s grandson. She paused momentarily, but then she confidently continued, “This Ji Xiaolan was nicknamed ‘Iron Teeth, Copper Teeth’ because he was extraordinarily eloquent.” If the story was a bit mixed up, so be it. No one was there to point out her mistakes. She was the one controlling this story.

In an era when the novel had not yet formed a systematic genre, the story she brought up was a thousand years ahead of its time, good enough to fool Liu Ziyue.

Liu Ziyue lay on Chu Yu’s lap, listening intently without blinking. When the story got intense, he couldn’t help but grab onto her skirt, wrinkling the smooth fabric, but Chu Yu was pleased in her heart, as long as he was listening, anything else could be discussed.

Chu Yu had just been reflecting on the reasons behind Liu Ziyue’s current temperament, firstly, it was probably because his father was not upright, and secondly, it was likely because those who taught him did not know how to tailor their teachings to the individual.

Liu Ziyue’s character was impetuous, often getting impatient, and those who taught him probably didn’t understand the principle of teaching according to the student’s abilities, only stuffing him with rigid doctrines.

Children in their rebellious phase all have this issue; they can’t take in any grand truths at all. The more they are lectured, the more they rebel, leading them further astray, until they walk a path of complete darkness. If the lessons they are meant to learn are woven into stories without seeming intentional, perhaps they will have more of an impact.

Chu Yu did not expect that by telling a story, Liu Ziyue would immediately have a great epiphany and reform, that was unrealistic and impossible. A country can change quickly, but a person’s nature must be slowly influenced over time.

She told stories tirelessly, just to convey to Liu Ziyue a general concept of what is virtuous and what is evil, what is good and what is bad.

The so-called story was nothing but a seed planted in Liu Ziyue’s heart. When this seed would sprout, Chu Yu did not know—it might never germinate, but it was at least a hope.

That was what Chu Yu thought.

She talked for the better part of the day until nightfall, and only then, exhausted, did Chu Yu walk out of Yonghe Palace. Liu Ziyue was reluctant to let her go, holding her hand and repeatedly urging, “Sister, you must come tomorrow to continue the story for me. If you don’t come, I will go to your mansion to hear it.”

Chu Yu patted his hand in return and said with a hoarse smile, “Then Your Majesty may come. It would be best if you come in the afternoon, so that I can make some preparations.”

A series is marked by its length, not to mention that Chu Yu had added many of her own plotlines. She estimated it would take at least a month or two to finish the story. This also suited Chu Yu’s intentions well; as long as Liu Ziyue was preoccupied with her story for a month or two, he wouldn’t have the time to cause trouble as a young devil, which would make for a more peaceful period with fewer incidents.

After finally parting with the clingy Liu Ziyue, Chu Yu walked slowly out of the palace, the night settling around her.

As she approached the palace gate, she encountered Tian Rujing walking towards her. This time Chu Yu did not avoid him, passing by without a sideways glance.

You have the Heavenly Master’s Tao, I have the TV drama.

Let’s see who fares better on this single-log bridge of sunshine path.