The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 154: Can I, the Princess, Only Marry? (17th Update)

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Can I, the Princess, Only Marry? (17th Update)

Lin Yun had always thought he wouldn’t dare to kill anyone, which is why he still hesitated when he thought that Wang Wanqiu couldn’t be left alive.

However, it was after the battle with Baili Shouce that he realized he wanted more than just to hack someone into pieces; he wished for even more blood to be spilt.

Am I a demon?

Before he killed Baili Shouce, he was psyching himself up, telling himself to be ruthless and show no mercy.

Yet when the time came to act, he pulverized the man with a single move and still felt unsatisfied.

It was a bit frightening.

"I should avoid killing people without good reason in the future. I’ve got this feeling that if I keep on killing like this, something terrible will happen."

This was Lin Yun’s intuition, without rationale. In short, he should keep his hands off in the future unless necessary, and if he must take action, then he should use fire instead. Maybe the absence of blood would dampen his excitement.

As Lin Yun pondered these thoughts, he took refuge in a corner of the forest.

Footsteps approached, and turning around, Lin Yun saw Zhao Lingyu slowly walking towards him.

This little princess still wants to flirt with me!

Considering she had unabashedly taken his side before, Lin Yun thought it would be better to have an honest conversation with her.

"Are you troubled by something?"

Zhao Lingyu naturally sat next to Lin Yun. It was a rare opportunity; comforting him while he was troubled would surely make him remember her favorably.

"It’s not exactly troubling."

"Are you worried about your mother?"

Lin Yun shook his head.

There was nothing to worry about for Lin Yu. She was certainly heartbroken, but there was no need for consolation.

The pain of losing a loved one isn’t alleviated by a few words of sorrow; she’d be better off grieving on her own, whether by weeping quietly or reminiscing about the past. In any case, as long as she doesn’t seek death, she should be left to her devices.

"I know you’re just denying your true feelings."

Lin Yun: "..."

You’re pretending to understand me again?

Zhao Lingyu mistook Lin Yun’s speechlessness as consent, and continued, "Your mother must be feeling quite guilty, right?"

That is indeed the case.

Before Ming Xin’s death, Lin Yu had talked about betraying her sect; reflecting on those words now must bring her immense regret, coupled with a hatred for her own misunderstanding towards her master. Considering everything her master did in pursuit of her revenge, her heart must be filled with indescribable anguish and guilt.

So right now, she’s a bit out of it, merely kneeling in front of her master’s memorial without a word, probably in sincere repentance, I suppose!

"Actually, I think she hasn’t done anything wrong. Even I was angry then — her own master wouldn’t take her side. It was reasonable for her to talk about betraying the sect!

Besides, she was doing it to protect you. I don’t think she has any reason to blame herself like that."

Zhao Lingyu shared her opinion, hoping to gain Lin Yun’s agreement, but he shook his head and said, "Affairs of the heart can’t be judged merely as right or wrong."

For Lin Yu, even if she had ten thousand reasons to prove her innocence, even if she didn’t mean to, she would still feel that she had broken her master’s heart.

"You’re quite eloquent. Why don’t you go and persuade your mother? It breaks my heart to see her like this."

Zhao Lingyu’s words were one-third performance, but also two-thirds genuine.

She hoped to impress Lin Yun and make him like her, yet she genuinely liked Lin Yu.

She was willing to risk her life for Lin Yun’s sake, and she had a master who cared for her deeply; Zhao Lingyu envied that.

She did not have a mother like Lin Yu, nor a master like Ming Xin; she had nothing. Without proving her worth, she would later perhaps be used for marriage alliances, either married off to outstanding disciples from various sects or to sons of families from the Capital City.

In the end, she would be nothing more than a tool for bearing children.

Once you enter the palace gates, it is as deep as the sea; being a Princess is like a bird in a cage, adorned with gold yet merely a plaything, only too precious for ordinary people to afford.

Despite her intelligence, simply because she was a woman, she was reduced to a bridge for The Royal Family to connect with other families, just like a tool. Zhao Lingyu greatly envied the female cultivators of these cultivation sects; they were not subject to male superiority and the subordination of women. Everything depended on one’s cultivation level and strength.

If she could, she would rather be like Lin Yu, even if in the end she lost her cultivation level, there would still be people who cared about her.

"She doesn’t need me to persuade her."

Lin Yun’s indifferent reply surprised Zhao Lingyu; previously, Lin Yun had obviously cared deeply about Lin Yu, so why the sudden coldness now?

"I understand."

Zhao Lingyu felt somewhat disheartened and, for a moment, lost the will to tease Lin Yun.

Perhaps, a tool has times when it does not want to be utilized.

This man, it’s fine not to tease him!

"Get some rest, I thank you on her behalf for your concern."

"No need."

Zhao Lingyu’s spirits waned—perhaps watching a major drama today had made her reflect upon herself, causing her mood to become a little low.

"In fact, you’re the one with worries, aren’t you?"

Zhao Lingyu did not expect Lin Yun to turn the conversation onto her. Already not in the best spirits, she did not deny it, and instead replied rather impolitely, "Who doesn’t have worries? If you don’t want to share yours with me, then don’t ask about mine."

"You see, it’s good to vent out when you’re angry. If you always hold it in, you’ll only accumulate more troubles."

"You think I’m like you, a genius youth with abundant blessing, free to say whatever you want? If I were to lose my temper casually, I would soon be sent back and forced into marriage."

Upon saying that, Zhao Lingyu hurriedly covered her mouth.

Oh no, why couldn’t she control her mouth? How could she complain about this in front of Lin Yun...

Wouldn’t all her previous efforts have been wasted?

But the words were already out, and she couldn’t take them back. Zhao Lingyu could only look around and pretend she had said nothing.

"Getting married is not bad, is it?"

"Not bad, my foot!"

Her rage that had subsided surged back up upon hearing this remark.

"Why should men be able to achieve glory and success while women can only become others’ playthings, tools for giving birth..."

"Stop!"

Lin Yun, concerned she would become too agitated, interrupted her, saying, "Don’t get excited. Marriage can actually be a decent option. You should do as much as your talents allow. The worst mindset one can have is to have aspirations taller than the sky but a fate thinner than paper.

If you are truly extraordinary, your ambitions will carry you further, and when things don’t go your way, there’s no need to complain about the world. Perhaps, you were meant to stay in an ordinary world. Like a fish yearning to fly, it can only remain in the water."

Zhao Lingyu: "..."

Wasn’t this the time when he should be comforting and encouraging her?

What is this about having aspirations taller than the sky and fate thinner than paper, and a fish wishing to fly but having to remain in the water?

Is he implying she is so ordinary that she can only get married?

This Princess is absolutely furious!