The Untouchable Noble Monk Secretly Kneels for Her

In the late autumn of the capital, the streets were bleak and desolate, a procession of black luxury cars moving in solemn grandeur. Dense clouds hung overhead, while wreaths piled high at the entrance of the hall on either side.

Today was the day of the funeral for the eldest daughter of the Zhong family, Zhong Huayan, heiress of the richest man in the city.

Amidst the clamor, a solitary figure entered the farewell hall, surrounded by the crowd. The man stood tall and aloof, like a lone mountain peak about to crumble, cold and imposing. His presence was clear and formidable, dignified even when lowering his gaze. He wore a black shirt with a diagonal collar, embroidered with classical cloud patterns and a crane on the right side—a garment that seemed both lonely and oppressive. A thin pair of glasses was clipped along the neckline.

“Fu Yanran! The Zhong family raised you to this age, and now that your wings have grown strong, you dare to forcefully marry your own sister! Because of you, she was forced to marry into the Xu family! Now she has been burned alive, her body and bones separated!” The lady speaking disregarded her dignity, sobbing as she clutched at his sleeve.

Fu Yanran now wielded immense power. But years ago, he had merely been a foster child, taken in by the head of the Zhong family.

Zhong Huayan had always been reckless and unruly, wild and free. Whenever she spoke, no matter how difficult the task, he could accomplish it. Whenever she fought, regardless of the situation, he would hand her the knife. Whenever she erred, he wo