Untouchable Lovers

Chapter 117: Chapter 108: Whose Kunlun Slave?

The Kunlun slave, in fact, was a black slave trafficked from overseas. They were sturdy, amiable, hardworking, and willing—excellent servants. Having a Kunlun slave as a servant was quite fashionable.

But why was this Kunlun slave here alone?

Looking at him, he seemed to have no master.

When the guards couldn’t drive away the Kunlun slave and feared punishment from Zong Yue, one of them drew his sword. Chu Yu, wanting to prevent injury, hastily called out, “Don’t use the sword, lest the blood stain this beautiful scenery!” Being merciful at this moment seemed far-fetched, so Chu Yu used this reason to avoid conflict.

Once Princess spoke, the guard sheathed his sword and tried to push the Kunlun slave but, despite using all his strength, he couldn’t budge the black man, who stood firm. The Kunlun slave looked down at the hand grasping his arm and flicked it away as if it were a mosquito, sending the guard flying into the creek, creating a large splash of white water.

“No, not leaving,” he stuttered with a strange accent, yet his gaze was unusually firm and clear, like fine amber, translucent and hard.

Zong Yue frowned slightly, a trace of malice flashed in his narrow eyes, but he suppressed it quickly. He raised his hand, and four guards surrounded the black man, pushing together. By this time, the approaching Chu Yu could see the Kunlun slave’s appearance more clearly.

He was still a youth, about seventeen or eighteen, his face brimming with the vigor of youth, with very handsome features: large almond eyes, a prominent nose, full and moist lips. If not for his dark skin, he would have seemed quite striking.

Quite a beautiful leopard.

Chu Yu inwardly praised, accustomed to the beauty within her estate, but still felt a sense of awe at this completely different wild charm.

When the four men pushed together, they finally managed to make the black youth move slightly, but just that. Frowning, he put out his hands, shouted, and pushed the four men back. Although they didn’t fall into the water like the first guard, they retreated several steps in disarray.

Zong Yue’s expression changed slightly. The fact that several guards couldn’t subdue one Kunlun slave bruised his pride and slowly fueled his rage. Although Chu Yu was watching the Kunlun slave, she didn’t forget to occasionally glance at Zong Yue. Noticing something off in his gaze, she quickly intervened, “Send a few more men. I want to see how strong this Kunlun slave really is.”

With Chu Yu speaking thus, Zong Yue had no choice but to comply. So, five men, six, seven, until eight were needed to finally push the Kunlun slave away.

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The black youth staggered back and sat at the edge of the creek, one of his beautiful long legs halfway submerged in the clear water. Supporting himself with his hands on the ground, he gave Chu Yu and the others an annoyed look, clearly resentful, “You, too many people.”

Chu Yu, with a teasing smile, said, “Yes, we are many, and we’re bullying you alone.” In truth, their eight guards hadn’t fared well; some had twisted joints, others had dislocated them, and they were all in pain.

Hearing her so openly admit this, the Kunlun slave deflated and said no more. Agilely, he got up, patted the mud and sand off himself, and turned to leave. In the black youth’s mind, the many bullying the few was just a matter of not being content with the loss—it didn’t seem like a show of power or humiliation to him. Since Chu Yu and her people had overpowered him, he might as well leave.

He had just turned around when his stomach growled loudly enough that even Chu Yu heard it. The Kunlun slave touched his stomach sadly, gently patting it as he spoke to himself, “Not, not hungry.” As if by saying so, he could really stave off the hunger.

Chu Yu burst into laughter. She took Liu Ziyue’s hand and whispered, “Your Majesty, I want this Kunlun slave. He’s so strong; he must be fun to have around.” Though she smiled, her heart was astounded. The youth was still hungry, and yet his strength surpassed that of eight strong men—if he were fed, who knows what he could do.

Liu Ziyue, amused and seeing no reason to object, nodded and asked, “Shall I order someone to capture him?”

Chu Yu shook her head with a smirk, ready to step forward, “No need, I can do it myself.” As she walked away, she heard Liu Ziyue’s cautious words from behind, “Then be careful, Kunlun slaves are very strong.”

She didn’t look back, just gestured reassuringly with her hand.

Wary of the Kunlun slave’s astonishing strength, Chu Yu didn’t get too close, stopping about six or seven feet away, and asked, “Hey, what’s your name?”

Seeing the Kunlun slave looked puzzled, Chu Yu smiled, pointing at herself and then tapping her nose, “Chu Yu, my name is Chu Yu. What’s your name?” Her fair face in the sunlight, fingers on her nose, all reflected a jade-like soft and beautiful luster.

The Kunlun slave paused, then mimicked her, pointing to his own nose, but accidentally used too much force, hurting himself. He cried out, “Ah,” and bent over, holding his nose. When he straightened up, a faint red mark could be seen on his nose tip.

The black youth’s amber eyes squinted slightly, tears welling up in the corners, “Pain…” He puffed up his cheeks and blew hard, hoping to lessen the pain, but since the wound was on his nose and the nose was over his mouth, the blown air couldn’t reach it. After a moment’s thought, he slightly tilted his head back so the breath could go upwards, but since his nose also tilted back, it still didn’t work.

No matter how hard he tried, the Kunlun slave was very anxious, puffing harder and harder, gradually lifting his head bit by bit, until his head was tilted back as far as it could go, so Chu Yu couldn’t see his face at all.

Liu Ziyue behind him had already started laughing heartily, the guards were also laughing uproariously, and although Chu Yu also felt like laughing, she had to suppress it and continued asking, “What is your name?”

Realizing he just couldn’t blow his own nose, the Kunlun slave sulkily lowered his head, thought carefully for a moment, spit out a long string of sounds that Chu Yu couldn’t understand, then stuttered, “Amman.”

That was his original name, but later, after being tied up on a ship, everyone started calling him Amman and it caught on so much so that he accepted it as his own name. However, it was the first time he said it out loud himself because no one had ever asked him his name before.

Never.

“Okay, Amman,” Chu Yu’s tone became very gentle, and suddenly she felt an urge to look in the mirror to see if she looked like a wolf grandmother luring a child; “Would you like to come with me?”

“Come with you?” Amman blinked in confusion, “Why?”

Chu Yu blurted out, “If you come with me, you get to eat meat.” She had merely said it casually, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Amman’s eyes suddenly light up, his amber eyes stunningly beautiful in that instant.

“Really?” His voice was awkward and stuttering yet joyful, harmonizing with the long growl from his belly: “Grr—”

“Is there a lot of meat?” Amman asked as he swallowed involuntarily, his entire face seeming to glow, as if brightened even more.

Chu Yu nodded affirmatively, “I’ll let you eat meat to your heart’s content every meal; what do you say, will you come with me… ”

She hadn’t finished her sentence when Amman interrupted her eagerly, nodding vigorously as if afraid she would change her mind: “I’ll come, I’ll come!”

…Was this just too easy to achieve? Was this boy so easily swayed?

Chu Yu began to suspect that this powerful black youth was captured as a slave simply because of his gluttony.

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Alright, now that all the characters (food) are out, let’s set up the menu:

The appetizer is Tian Rujing,

the soup is Huan Yuan

the side dish is Wang Yizhi

the main course is Rong Zhi

the salad is Yue Jiefei

the dessert is Liu Se

the beverage is Kunlun slave

So, what about Xiao Bie? Let him provide the music during the meal.

Hehe, I whimsically assigned these Western dishes today, next time when I have time, I’ll consider how to arrange these characters in a Chinese style menu.