The night was as dark as ink, with only the stars scattered across the night sky giving off faint glimmers of light.
Carrying a wine jug, Jiang Lin staggered back to the courtyard. It was already dark, and with his face flushed red, he sat down on the ground and gazed at the full moon overhead.
Jiang Lin had originally wanted Fang Chaoqun to speak out about the matters weighing on his heart, so he could feel a little more at ease. He had not expected Fang Chaoqun's affairs to stir something in him instead.
Looking at that huge, full moon, Jiang Lin thought of Su Su for some reason.
They were both Sword Cultivators, both had private feelings, and she was also one of the great demons among the Twelve Thrones. By that logic, he and Su Su would definitely count as having an illicit affair too.
But...
So what?
I, Jiang Lin, like someone because I like them. So what if the Sage of the Confucian Academy came? It would only take one sword.
Who dared stop me from liking someone else? Who could threaten me? I'd make sure he ended up with chrysanthemums covering the mountains.
However.
Jiang Lin also knew that his situation with Su Su was not quite the same.
Even if no one interfered in the matter between him and Su Su, Su Su's original hope was still to attack the Vast and Righteous World.
When that time came, Su Su would have her army at the city gates, while his friends and family would all be in danger. Could he really stand by and do nothing?
He had no foolish loyalty toward the Vast and Righteous World. If the Vast and Righteous World betrayed him, why should he remain attached to it?
But