Chapter 941: Opinion Letter

Early morning.

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

Bright sunlight spilled in from outside the window, adding a touch of warmth to the originally oppressive and dull room. The glass windows were as bright as gems, and the clean white quill pen on the table sparkled in the sunlight...

Chen Ling lay on the bed, his gaze sweeping over everything around him, feeling as if he were in another world.

"It’s already nine o'clock..."

Chen Ling muttered to himself, rubbed his tired temples, and then got up from the bed.

After washing his face with cool water, Chen Ling felt a bit more awake. He casually put on his theatrical robe, and at the same time, a knock sounded from outside the door.

*Knock, knock*—

As Chen Ling opened the door, a maid stood respectfully at the entrance.

"Mr. Chen." The maid’s voice was gentle and light. "Your breakfast is ready."

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

"It’s noodles, sir. We’ve prepared five bowls for you."

"Good."

Chen Ling tidied up briefly and followed the maid to the dining room.

The church didn't look big on the outside, but it had everything on the inside. Chen Ling walked into the dining room, and a dozen tables came into his view. Perhaps because it was so late, there weren't many people in the dining room, only a figure in hemp clothes sitting alone at an empty table.

"I thought you’d want to be as far away from here as possible. I didn't expect you to have the leisure to come for breakfast."

Chen Ling sat down opposite him naturally.

Ying Fu didn't answer, just stared at Chen Ling for a moment, and spoke slowly:

"Just happened to have nothing to do, came over to eat something."

"You don't seem like the type to make a special trip to the church just to eat." Chen Ling’s eyebrows raised slightly.

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

Seeing this, Ying Fu turned to look at the maid with an expressionless face.

"Bring me a bowl too, just like his."

"Yes, sir."

The maid turned to prepare it.

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

Ying Fu had clearly arrived earlier than him but hadn't ordered food, waiting until he sat down to order noodles... This was very intriguing.

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

"It was okay."

Chen Ling’s gaze fell on the bowls of noodles in front of him. Seeing the cilantro floating on top, he frowned slightly, then used his chopsticks to pick it out bit by bit and place it on the table.

Seeing this, Ying Fu’s eyes narrowed slightly...

"Did you run over here just to ask me that?" Chen Ling asked while picking.

"At the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury, why did you try to kill me the first time you saw me?" Ying Fu repeated the question from last night.

"Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury..."

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

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the air suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Ying Fu said 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 didn't hesitate to give the answer. "If it weren't for you at that 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 well for his sake..."

Chen Ling shrugged. "To be honest, I was very annoyed with you at the time. Not only was your temper bad, but you didn't like to talk. You were always sullen and silent no matter what you did. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I owed you a lot of money."

Ying Fu stared fixedly into his eyes.

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

"Chen Ling." Ying Fu hesitated for a long time before asking, "What is my name?"

"Ying Fu, of course." Chen Ling answered as if it were obvious. "What’s wrong with you today? Acting all mysterious."

Ying Fu said nothing.

A moment later,

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

"Your noodles."

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

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

"I’m not hungry."

Ying Fu walked out without looking back.

The maid held the bowl of noodles, at a loss for what to do... Finally, she looked at Chen Ling.

"...Crazy."

Chen Ling snorted coldly. "Give me this bowl too, I’ll eat it all."

As the sixth bowl of noodles was placed in front of Chen Ling, he used his chopsticks to pick out the cilantro bit by bit, then slowly put the chopsticks down...

He looked at Ying Fu’s retreating back and stood up from his seat.

Then, holding the noodle bowl with both hands, he poured it into his mouth like a beast. The broth flowed down the corners of his mouth. A portion of extra-large noodles was finished in just a few seconds.

*Bang*—!

In the astonished gaze of the maids, he slammed an empty bowl onto the table and picked up another, gulping it down wildly...

In a short while, all six noodle bowls were empty.

"Clear them."

Chen Ling wiped the broth from the corners of his mouth with the sleeve of his theatrical robe and walked out without looking back.

He had just reached the corridor when he saw a figure walking toward him; it was the Saint of Thieves, Chi Tong...

Chi Tong looked like he was planning to go eat as well. After running into Chen Ling, his body trembled involuntarily, and his eyes were filled with vigilance.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ling looked at him in confusion and touched his cheek. "Do I have noodles on my face?"

“……”

Chi Tong looked at Chen Ling, who had no killing intent, calmed down slightly, looked him over carefully, and asked tentatively:

"What are you going to do?"

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

"Opinion letter? What opinion letter?"

"Still the opinion letter about canceling the 18-hour mandatory work policy for all districts." Chen Ling said firmly. "As long as you don't cancel this policy for one day, I will write a letter for one day. Even if you keep me under house arrest here, I will write... I want to speak up for all the residents of the Wuji Domain."

The look in Chi Tong’s eyes toward Chen Ling gradually changed, from initial vigilance to later confusion, and now, a smile even appeared in his eyes...

"Oh, so that’s it." Chi Tong laughed. "Then go ahead and get busy."

"So, when can I leave?"

"That... is up to the King."

"When can I see the King?"

"When the time comes, he will naturally find you."

Chi Tong waved his hand, no longer taking Chen Ling to heart, and turned to walk into the dining room.

Chen Ling stood at the door, sighed helplessly, and then walked toward his room with a sense of loneliness...