Chapter 941: Opinion Letter

Opinion Letter

Early morning.

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

The bright sunlight streaming in from outside the window added a bit of warmth to the originally oppressive and gloomy room. The stained glass windows were as bright as gems, and the pure white Quill Pen on the desk shone in the sunlight...

Chen Ling lay on the bed, his gaze sweeping over everything around him, feeling as if a lifetime had passed.

"It's already nine o'clock..."

Chen Ling muttered to himself. After rubbing his tired temples, he got up from the bed.

Washing his face with cool water, Chen Ling finally felt a bit more awake. He casually put on his Theatrical Robe. At the same time, a knock came from the door.

Knock, knock—

"Mister Chen." The maid's voice was gentle and soft. "Your breakfast is ready."

"I got it." Chen Ling was about to close the door, but after hesitating for a moment, he added a question, "What's for breakfast today?"

"It's noodles, Mister. Five bowls of noodles have been prepared for you."

"Alright."

Chen Ling tidied himself up briefly and followed the maid toward the dining hall.

The church didn't look big from the outside, but it had everything inside. As Chen Ling entered the dining hall, over a dozen dining tables entered his field of vision. Perhaps because it was too late, there weren't many people in the dining hall. Only a figure wearing linen clothes was sitting alone at an empty table.

"I thought you'd want to get as far away from here as possible. I didn't expect you to still have the leisure to eat breakfast."

Chen Ling naturally sat down across from him.

Ying Fu didn't reply. He just gazed at Chen Ling for a moment and spoke slowly:

"I happened to have nothing to do, so I came over to get something to eat."

"You don't look like someone who would make a special trip to the church just to eat." Chen Ling raised an eyebrow slightly.

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, the maid walked over with bowls of noodles one after another, lining up five bowls in front of him. They were all extra large portions, looking quite spectacular.

Seeing this, Ying Fu expressionlessly turned his head to look at the maid,

"Bring Us a bowl too, same as his."

"Okay."

The maid turned around and went to prepare.

"Did you come here specifically to wait for me?" Chen Ling asked in astonishment.

Ying Fu had clearly arrived earlier than him, yet he didn't order food. Instead, he waited until he sat down before ordering noodles... This point was very intriguing.

Ying Fu still didn't answer, just calmly changing the subject. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Alright."

Chen Ling's gaze fell on the bowls of noodles in front of him. Seeing a few sprigs of cilantro floating on top, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He used his chopsticks to pick them out bit by bit and placed them on the table.

Seeing this scene, Ying Fu's eyes narrowed slightly...

"You ran all the way over here just to ask me this?" Chen Ling asked while picking out the cilantro.

"In the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, why did you try to kill Us the moment you saw Us?" Ying Fu repeated the question from last night.

"The Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path..."

Chen Ling frowned slightly, as if trying hard to recall something. "Have we been there?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the air suddenly fell into dead silence.

Ying Fu spoke expressionlessly. "Oh? Then where did we meet?"

"What do you mean where did we meet... Which time are you talking about?"

"The first time."

"At Xiao Yu's funeral." Chen Ling gave the answer without much hesitation. "If it weren't for you at the time, I might have jumped into the river and committed suicide... You found me, pulled me out of the water, and then dragged me to Xiao Yu's grave, making me swear that I would live on well for his sake..."

Chen Ling shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, I found you very annoying back then. Not only did you have a bad temper, but you also didn't like to talk. You always did things with a dark face and didn't utter a word. Those who didn't know would think I owed you a lot of money."

Ying Fu stared dead into his eyes.

"...Why are you looking at me?"

"Chen Ling." Ying Fu hesitated for a long time, but still asked, "What is Our name?"

"Ying Fu, duh." Chen Ling answered as if it was a matter of course. "What's wrong with you today? Acting all mysterious."

Ying Fu didn't say a word.

Not long after,

The maid respectfully brought a bowl of noodles to Ying Fu:

"Your noodles."

"...Give it to him." Ying Fu stood up expressionlessly, taking one last look at Chen Ling, seemingly somewhat disappointed. "Let him eat more, nourish his brain."

"?" Chen Ling asked in astonishment. "Ying Fu, you're not eating?"

"We are not hungry."

Ying Fu walked out without looking back.

Holding that bowl of noodles, the maid was at a loss for a moment... and finally looked at Chen Ling.

"...Psycho."

Chen Ling snorted coldly. "Give this bowl to me too, I'll eat it together."

As the sixth bowl of noodles was brought before Chen Ling, he used his chopsticks again to pick out the cilantro bit by bit, and then slowly put down the chopsticks...

He glanced at Ying Fu's departing back and stood up from his seat.

Then, holding the noodle bowl with both hands, he poured it crazily into his mouth like a beast. The soup flowed down the corners of his mouth. He actually finished a whole extra large portion of noodles in just a few seconds.

Bang—!

Under the astonished gazes of the maids, he heavily slammed an empty bowl onto the table, then picked up another bowl and continued to gulp it down crazily...

Not long after, all six noodle bowls were completely empty.

"Clear the table."

Chen Ling wiped the soup from the corners of his mouth with the sleeve of his Theatrical Robe and walked out without looking back.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, he saw a figure walking towards him. It was precisely Thief Saint Chi Tong...

Chi Tong looked like he was also planning to go eat. When he bumped into Chen Ling, his body involuntarily shuddered, and then his gaze was full of vigilance.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ling gave him a puzzled look and touched his cheek. "Do I have noodles stuck on my face?"

"..."

Chi Tong looked at Chen Ling, who had absolutely no Killing Intent, and slightly calmed down. Then he carefully sized him up a few times and asked tentatively:

"What are you going to do?"

"Do what?" Chen Ling thought for a moment. "I don't know... I'll probably go back and tidy up the room, then take a nap. If I have time in the afternoon, I want to try writing another opinion letter."

"Opinion letter? What opinion letter?"

"It's still the opinion letter regarding the cancellation of the 18-hour mandatory work policy in all major districts." Chen Ling spoke firmly. "As long as you don't cancel this policy, I will keep writing letters every day. Even if you place me under house arrest here, I will still write... I want to speak up for all the residents of the Wuji Domain."

The gaze Chi Tong used to look at Chen Ling gradually changed, from the initial vigilance to later confusion, and now even a smile appeared in his eyes...

"Oh, so that's how it is." Chi Tong smiled. "Then go get busy."

"So, when can I leave?"

"This... is up to the King."

"When can I see the King?"

"When the time comes, he will naturally seek you out."

Chi Tong waved his hand, no longer paying any mind to Chen Ling, and turned to walk into the dining hall.

Chen Ling stood at the door. After letting out a helpless sigh, he walked somewhat desolately towards his room...