PFC Chapter 198 Principles
Chapter 198 Principles
"Coincidentally, he was also burned beyond recognition by the fire."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yan's brows furrowed. "Could it be that he didn't actually die?"
Chu Ling lowered his eyes, not denying the possibility.
Given the Grand Preceptor's unpredictable methods, it is indeed very possible that he faked his death to escape and then controlled a prince to use for his own purposes.
In fact, during the years Xie Yan was trapped in Fengyun Tower, he had secretly investigated the true identity of the Imperial Advisor.
Fortunately, he did find some clues in the files room of Fengyun Tower—
This man's real name was Li Shun. He had no parents and had been living on the streets since childhood, barely surviving by begging and swindling.
It wasn't until later, when he accidentally saved a dying wandering Taoist priest and was taken in as a disciple, that he finally managed to settle down.
His master was not a respectable person either, so Li Shun learned some unorthodox and bizarre arts from him.
After completing his studies, he followed in his master's footsteps and became a wandering Taoist priest who pretended to be mysterious and swindled people.
Because he was indeed quite capable and had a rather cunning and shrewd personality, he quickly rose to prominence in the martial arts world and gained considerable fame.
As a result, he got to know many merchants and powerful figures, and then, by chance, he gained the appreciation of the prime minister of the court.
A few months later, the wandering Taoist priest named Li Shun completely disappeared from the martial arts world.
In the same year, Emperor Xuande fell seriously ill. After searching for famous doctors all over the country to no avail, he had no choice but to take an unconventional approach and ordered people to search for all kinds of talented and extraordinary people in the countryside.
Thus, a wandering eccentric named "Tianji Daoren" was found by the chief eunuch of Emperor Xuande and introduced into the palace.
It can be said that this person was able to quickly gain a foothold in the palace not only because of Emperor Ai's patronage, but also because of the Prime Minister's secret support.
But in just a few months, he dared to betray the prime minister and secretly instigate Emperor Ai to overthrow the prime minister's faction.
Besides his growing ambition, it is also more likely that he has the support of another force behind the scenes.
Otherwise, Emperor Ai's plan to surround and kill the prime minister's faction on the night of the Lantern Festival would not have been carried out so smoothly without any leaks.
The question remains: who exactly is this other force supporting Li Shun behind the scenes?
"It seems that to find out the truth of all this, we still have to find the location of the Holy Sun Church!"
Xie Yan sighed deeply, her face unusually troubled.
Seeing this, Chu Ling smiled nonchalantly and put his hand back on Xie Yan's waist.
"No rush. Since the rats in the gutter have already started to show themselves, it won't be long before we can follow the trail and find the rat's nest hidden in the shadows."
As for now—
Before Xie Yan could even react, Chu Ling stood up and swept her up in his arms.
"It's late, we should rest too."
His movements were fluid and graceful; he held Xie Yan's arm steadily, without the slightest sway as they walked.
No one could tell that this person had recently suffered a serious injury and nearly lost his life.
Even after Chu Ling put her on the bed, Xie Yan was still somewhat amused and exasperated.
Ever since they confessed their feelings for each other, Chu Ling has completely changed, always wanting to stick close to her and touch her inappropriately.
It's like I have some kind of skin hunger disorder; I feel uncomfortable if I don't stick close to him for a day.
Chu Ling reached out and pulled Xie Yan's hairband away, and her long, smooth, black hair instantly spread out on the bed like a waterfall.
Her slightly upturned eyes were glistening with moisture, and a red mole at the corner of her eye made her look exceptionally alluring in the flickering candlelight.
Not to mention the slight smile in her eyes, as if she were tacitly approving of Chu Ling's actions.
Gazing at a beautiful woman under the lamplight, I felt utterly captivated and mesmerized.
Chu Ling's gaze grew increasingly tender.
He rested one hand on Xie Yan's ear, while the other hand gently ran through Xie Yan's hair, staring intently at the person beneath him for a long time without blinking.
Only when Xie Yan's neck slowly flushed red did Chu Ling chuckle softly, his fingertips moving downwards to gently caress the smooth nape of her neck.
The hands of a martial artist are rough and dry. Rubbing them against the skin, the thin calluses scrape against the skin, causing a tingling sensation.
Xie Yan's eyelashes trembled, and under Chu Ling's gaze, she couldn't help but gently close her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.
This is undoubtedly an encouragement to Chu Ling.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and with an irrepressible smile, he leaned down, his hands tracing the curve of Xie Yan's neck downwards.
With a flick of her fingertips, layers of clothing and accessories were lifted and removed until the innermost garment was revealed.
Chu Ling's eyes darkened, and his breathing became much heavier with each movement.
The belt of the inner garment was loosened.
With just a gentle tug, it slipped off Xie Yan's shoulder.
Chu Ling's brow twitched, and he finally couldn't resist reaching out to Xie Yan's pants.
Just as he placed his hand on it, his vision suddenly blurred!
A blanket was pulled over by Xie Yan from the side and draped over his head.
At the same time, another sentence came—
“I am a man of principles.”
...principles? What principles?
Chu Ling's head was firmly covered, and he was caught off guard by this attack.
His head was still a bit hot, and he couldn't react for a moment.
Only after calming down in the darkness for a moment did he vaguely recall a sentence Xie Yan had said not long ago—
"...I am a staunch opponent of premarital sex."
Chu Ling: "..."
For a moment, I didn't know whether to be angry or to find it funny.
Anyway, he had completely calmed down.
He even began to seriously consider whether some of his functions would still be able to work properly if Xie Yan came a few more times like this.
Chu Ling sighed with a hint of sadness.
But he could only obediently lift the quilt and lie down properly next to Xie Yan.
But the next second, he still felt a little annoyed, so he couldn't help but turn around and pull Xie Yan, who was turning her head away to chuckle, into his arms.
Chu Ling gritted his teeth, grabbed Xie Yan's chin, and bit down hard on that mouth that could infuriate anyone.
At the same time, while kissing, he secretly made up his mind—
It seems that after this battle is over and the Church of the Holy Sun is completely wiped out, we should put the wedding on the agenda as soon as possible.