Recap
Chu Zhuo rode on a tall horse, quietly watching the young man with black hair and bare feet step on the snow.
Rong Yu slightly raised his head, his eyebrows slightly curved, and looked at him from a distance through the broken snow.
It seemed that there was only a snowstorm between them, and it seemed that there was a lifetime between them.
Rong Yu heard others calling him His Majesty.
There were a few His Majesties in this palace. It would not be the Emperor Qi. In Ji Yu’s mind, that guy was a wretched man, and he would not be so handsome.
That was Emperor Chu.
Anyone who saw this face for the first time would be stunned, but that was not the case with Rong Yu. After all, he had been looking at it for three years.
The sun in each world has a different appearance.
But this Emperor Chu and Yan Zhao have the same face.
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Chu Zhuo’s eyes stayed on the young man’s bright and beautiful face for a long time, and then went down one by one, sweeping over the weak body covered with bloodstains and the frozen and swollen white fingers.
Finally, it stopped at the bare feet stepping on the snow.
He frowned and galloped straight towards Rong Yu without any intention of buffering. In the blink of an eye, the warhorse was right in front of Rong Yu, with its front hooves raised high and a long neigh, which made the young man standing quietly under the horse look so small and powerless.
The general who came with him couldn’t bear to watch, thinking that His Majesty was always bloodthirsty and cruel and loved to kill people, but there was no need to trample such a powerless young man to death under the horse’s hooves. Thinking of the young man’s picturesque eyebrows in the snow, the general, who was used to killing and fighting, actually felt a little compassion and turned his head away, unable to bear to watch the blood splatter on the spot.
The next moment, Rong Yu was carried on the horse by Chu Zhuo with one hand. Chu Zhuo pulled the reins with one hand and protected the person in his arms with the other hand. The warhorse never stopped for a moment, running towards the distant palace and disappearing in the vast snow.
The general standing in the wind was messy: “…”
Was it because of the heavy snow that he was dazzled? His Majesty, who has always only seen fighting and killing, and no one, familiar or stranger should get close to him, and everyone who gets close to him will become a dead person—did he just carry someone else with him on the horse?
This is even more absurd than his Majesty coming back to life! Could his Majesty be resurrected by that man?
In a sense, the general blindly guessed the truth.
Rong Yu leaned against the man behind him, the wind and snow in front of him were as cold as ice blades, cutting his face painfully. He was a head shorter than Chu Zhuo. He had knocked down many guards with his bruised body before, but now he had no strength left and leaned obediently in the man’s arms, looking particularly comfortable. Chu Zhuo was tall and majestic, and his warm body blocked the wind and snow behind him, but the coldness in front of him still forced Rong Yu to squint his eyes.
Chu Zhuo noticed Rong Yu’s trembling eyelashes, picked up the battle robe that was fluttering in the wind, and wrapped the whole cloak around the young man in front of him.
The sound of the wind in his ears suddenly became smaller.
Rong Yu heard the man’s low voice: “I’m here.”
It’s fine if he’s here.
His weak body had reached its limit, and Rong Yu fainted with relief.
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When he woke up again, he no longer saw the damp and cold place of prison but Ji Yu’s own bedroom.
He was lying in warm bedding, and the wound on his hand had been treated.
Through the hazy eyes, Chu Zhuo could be seen talking to an old man who looked like an imperial physician. Chu Zhuo was sitting, and the imperial physician was kneeling.
The man’s eyebrows were cold, and he looked very unhappy.
Of course, this notorious tyrant would only be in a good mood when he won a battle.
Rong Yu closed his eyes and pretended not to wake up.
“What’s the matter with those injuries on his body?!” The anger in these words was so strong that it could almost burn.
The imperial physician was trembling with fear, and the tyrant was furious, so he might lose his life at any time.
The imperial physician was sweating profusely: “The empress… No, Master Ji was whipped, tortured, and beaten in prison, and his injuries are serious.”
“I can see that.” Chu Zhuo gritted his teeth and said word by word, “I’m asking about the brand on his back and why there is a hairpin in that place!”
Rong Yu knew the answer.
After all, he inherited Ji Yu’s memory, and most of Ji Yu’s memories were occupied by deep, strong, and humiliating pain.
He was called a favorite concubine, but in fact, he was a boy abused by the Emperor Qi. The Emperor Qi regarded Ji Yu as his own property, and he never took it lightly, leaving many scars every time.
An old imperial physician specially treated these unspeakable injuries for Ji Yu, using the best medicine in Qi to ensure that he would leave no traces and continue to be played with by the Emperor Qi next time.
But some injuries are permanent.
The Emperor Qi wanted to leave his mark on Ji Yu, so he used a branding iron to brand the word “slave” on his back, declaring that Ji Yu would always be his slave.
The Emperor Qi himself could not be humane, and he could not bear to see others being humane. He often used props to play with Ji Yu, and he prevented him from letting him go. As for how to prevent him…
“The jade hairpin is for the Jade Concubine, and it is something I gave to my beloved concubine. My beloved concubine must wear it well and not take it off.” The Emperor Qi said this to Ji Yu with a smile.
It is conceivable that the Emperor Qi is perverted, and Ji Yu will be perverted sooner or later.
Chu Zhuo ordered the imperial physician to check Ji Yu’s injuries, but when he saw the imperial physician take out such a thing, he was naturally furious.
Coincidentally, the person who was caught by Chu Zhuo treating Rong Yu’s injuries was the old imperial physician who used to treat Ji Yu’s hidden injuries.
The imperial physician was originally Emperor Qi’s man, but now that Emperor Chu has attacked, the owner of the palace has changed. He saw the situation clearly, and he no longer kept it secret from the Emperor Qi. It was more important to save his life first.
At that moment, the doctor told the story of the Emperor Qi’s hidden illness, his love of torturing people, how he abused Ji Yu in the past, etc. Chu Zhuo’s face darkened as he listened. His hands were casually placed on the table, but he clenched them harder and harder as the doctor told the story, until his joints turned white and his veins bulged.
When the doctor talked about how the Emperor Qi branded Ji Yu’s back with an iron to declare his sovereignty, a piece of the table corner was broken off by Chu Zhuo with a “snap.”
The doctor shuddered, feeling that if he continued to talk, he would be the one to be broken into pieces.
“Keep talking.” Chu Zhuo said it coldly.
“…Yes.” The doctor did not dare to wipe the sweat off his face, and he trembled as he told the story. He suspected that this might be his last words before he died because the Emperor Chu looked like he wanted to kill someone. Chu Zhuo lowered his eyes and listened expressionlessly, seeming to have calmed down. “I’ll spare your life today, but take care of his wounds. Don’t leave any scars behind.” Chu Zhuo said calmly, “If you tell anyone about his injuries…”
It was enough for him and the imperial physician to know about the young man’s experiences. The more people knew about it, the more humiliated the young man would feel.
“Don’t worry, Your Majesty, I will keep my mouth shut!” Upon hearing that there was still a chance to survive, the imperial physician immediately agreed, and after a while he said with difficulty, “Everything else is easy to deal with, but the burn on the back can no longer be covered up. And Master Ji’s hand, I’m afraid it’s broken.”
“Broken?”
“It looks intact on the outside, but let alone holding heavy objects, even chopsticks may not be stable… Master Ji’s injury is too serious, and there is no good medicine in Qi to cure it.”
“There is in Chu.” Chu Zhuo glanced at him coldly and said, “You can use any medicinal ingredients as you like. If you can’t save him, those medicines will be buried with you.”
Imperial physician: “…”
“Get out.”
“…Yes.”
The imperial physician hurriedly got out, and when he saw the sun outside the palace, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.
It’s great to be alive.
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After the imperial physician left, Chu Zhuo finally turned around.
“I know you’re awake.”
Chu Zhuo is a martial arts expert; how could Rong Yu, who has never practiced martial arts, hide it from him?
Rong Yu opened his eyes directly.
Chu Zhuo had taken off his military uniform and put on a black robe, which made him look more handsome.
Rong Yu noticed that Chu Zhuo didn’t wear a wedding ring on his ring finger but a blood-jade ring on his thumb.
Was he so angry about the end of the world that he didn’t even want to wear a wedding ring?
Though, Rong Yu has to say that this ring is quite noble and goes well with this dress.
The emperor of this era doesn’t wear a bright yellow dragon robe. Black is the symbol of supremacy.
Rong Yu looked at this familiar face and thought of the black robe worn on Yan Zhao’s corpse in the last world and of the grand tomb that looked like an imperial mausoleum.
Maybe he guessed right—Yan Zhao was really an emperor when he was alive.
He served as an official in that world for three years, and even if he didn’t pay much attention, he knew something. There was only one kind of writing in that world for thousands of years, and it never evolved.
What was written in Yan Zhao’s tomb was another kind of writing that was incomprehensible and did not belong to that world.
From Ji Yu’s memory, it can be known that it was the beginning of this world.
Yan Zhao was the name he gave to the Ghost King. It was the name that the sun had told him. He just gave his real name back to the sun, who had forgotten his own name.
When the Ghost King was alive, he should have been called Chu Zhuo.
The same face, the same words—this cannot be said to be a coincidence.
But Chu Zhuo was a person in the original plot of world no. 5497. The Sun fabricated his own identity setting in each world. Why did he choose to use the native identity this time?
The worlds are not interoperable. World no. 5497 and world no. 4444 are two completely independent worlds in the universe. Why did the Tomb of the Emperor Chu in world no. 5497 appear on Yuexi Mountain in world no. 4444?
There is also a pisces jade pendant.
Rong Yu suddenly remembered the auction in world no. 4082. The auctioneer introduced the origin of the jade pendant like this:
“This auction item is a piece of jade unearthed from the ancient tomb in the western suburbs of Zhanghua. Its color is red, and its shape is two carps with their tails entangled and their mouths interlocked, so it is called a Pisces jade pendant. There is no ancient corpse in the coffin of the unearthed ancient tomb, and it is inferred to be a cenotaph. Experts have proven that the ancient tomb is two thousand years old. The magical thing is that the text records on the tombstone do not belong to any known dynasty in history, which means that another dynasty that has never been discovered before has surfaced, which is of great significance.”
Rong Yu did not care about these introductions at that time. Now thinking about it: the empty coffin was unearthed… He took the bones away, and the tomb became a cenotaph.
The characters on the tombstone do not belong to any dynasty in world no. 4082 or to any dynasty in world no. 4444. It belongs to world no. 5497.
The jade pendant was left in the coffin in world no. 4444 but was unearthed in world no. 4082.
Is he experiencing time backwards?
“I know I am very good-looking, but you don’t have to stare at me for so long.”
Chu Zhuo couldn’t help but speak.
Chu Zhuo knew that the young man had woken up a long time ago, which meant that the young man had been listening to their conversation just now, and he knew that the imperial physician had told him all about the young man’s unbearable experience.
Everyone would feel embarrassed. In order to take care of Rong Yu’s self-esteem, Chu Zhuo deliberately chose a more relaxed opening.
Then he saw that the young man’s eyes had become strange.
Rong Yu: “…”
Rong Yu chuckled: “Thank you, but I think I am still better looking than you.”
Although he hasn’t seen what the son of luck in this world looks like, the devil never admits defeat.
Chu Zhuo: “…”
Why is the poor little thing’s reaction different from what he imagined?
Yes, after all, he was a ruthless man who dared to castrate Emperor Qi.
Rong Yu asked, “Can you give me a mirror?”
What he cared about most was his appearance.
Chu Zhuo handed him a bronze mirror.
Rong Yu reached out to take it and then found that his hand was wrapped like a mummy, which looked really miserable and pitiful.
Chu Zhuo was afraid that he would be sad, so he hurriedly said, “I’ll hold it for you.”
Rong Yu was flattered by the infamous tyrant holding a mirror for him. Rong Yu was very happy.
Ji Yu’s appearance was the best among the four sons of destiny. When he didn’t smile, he was as beautiful as a banished immortal. When he smiled, he was as beautiful as a fairy.
Rong Yu sighed: He is almost similar to me.
He sighed, “Only my face is unchanged.”
The blood jade bracelet was too lazy to complain about the devil’s narcissism.
But Chu Zhuo felt distressed when he heard it. Because Rong Yu’s whole body was covered with wounds, only his face was intact.
Especially his hands, which were seriously injured.
The young man was awake before, and he must have been sad because he heard the words of the imperial physician.
“Don’t worry.” Chu Zhuo comforted him clumsily, “Your hands will be fine.”
Rong Yu smiled bitterly: “Forget it; my hands can’t even hold chopsticks, let alone a sword.”
Blood Jade Bracelet: You’re doing it again.
Chu Zhuo’s heart was clenched; he really heard it.
He blurted out, “Then I will feed you.”
Rong Yu looked at him with sorrow. “I am a useless person; what am I still alive for?”
“Fortunately, I don’t like sword dancing. It would be a pity if a swordsman couldn’t hold a sword.” Rong Yu smiled, as if to comfort himself, “Since I am useless, so be it.”
“No, you can also paint. I saw many of your paintings in this palace, and they are all very good.” Chu Zhuo said nervously, “I will ask someone to do their best to treat you. If you can’t hold a sword, at least you can hold a pen.”
The cold-blooded tyrant who can stop children from crying at night softened his voice: “You still have a few wounds on your back that have not been treated. I will apply medicine for you first.”
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T/N: Maybe he IS experiencing time backwards? O.O btw, sorry for the strange paragraph spaces, feeding it into Quillbot for grammar checks. Comes back like this.
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