Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Since his nephew returned, Liu Yi has been busy with one thing: finding his nephew an official position, and it could only be a civil official.

As the Left Sima of the Korean Army, he knew very well that joining the army was a dangerous thing, especially for the Korean army, which was defeated nine times out of ten in foreign wars. Defeat not only meant danger, but also meant being blamed for everything.

Compared to military officers, civil officials had a much better professional life; their jobs were safer and their salaries were not low.

He is over fifty years old and has no children yet, and it is highly likely that he will not have any children in the future. His nephew is his only close blood relative in this world.

He was quite certain that after his death, none of his clansmen would think of offering him incense during festivals; all they would see was his family fortune.

Rather than letting outsiders benefit, it would be better to let his nephew inherit his family business. This was a choice that Liu Yi had no choice but to make.

Therefore, Liu Yi spared no effort in planning for Yang Che.

However, although Liu Yi held the prestigious position of Left Sima of Han and enjoyed a high status in the military, he was not very useful in the civil service system. Given his influence, it wouldn't be difficult for him to secure a civil service position for his nephew. But Liu Yi had specific requirements for the civil service position.

Low-ranking official positions are unacceptable, positions with poor prospects are unacceptable, positions that easily offend people are unacceptable, and positions that easily make one a scapegoat are also unacceptable.

Despite Liu Yi's high position and influence in South Korea, he was too picky to secure a satisfactory official post.

As a result, this matter took more than half a month. Finally, after paying a huge price, Liu Yi managed to get through to Chancellor Zhang Ping and secure a civil official position as Inner Historian for Yang Che.

The position of Naeshi (内史) is not high in the Korean civil service system, but it is one of the positions closest to the core of power. The senior Naeshi-ryong (上官内史令) is even known as the Inner Minister (内相) and is the absolute confidant of the King of Han.

Although the position of Inner Historian that Liu Yi obtained was just one of many in the Inner Historian's Office, and not even one of the top-ranking ones, it was enough for Yang Che at the moment.

Because of the special nature of the Inner Historian, he had the opportunity to come into contact with the King of Han. Although his power was not great, his position was not lowly.

Having received Zhang Ping's promise, Liu Yi returned to his residence in high spirits, but Yang Che was nowhere to be seen. He then realized that he had been busy working on Yang Che's official appointment lately, leaving early and returning late. He only knew that Yang Che was at home at night, but he had no idea what Yang Che did during the day.

Unable to find Yang Che, Liu Yi went to the inner quarters, found his wife, and asked, "Did A-Che go out today?"

"Hmm," Mrs. Hu replied, without much emotion.

"Do you know where he went?" Liu Yi was already used to Madam Hu's coldness, and now that he had another purpose, he was even less inclined to care about Madam Hu's coldness.

Madam Hu wanted to say she didn't know, but not wanting to get entangled with Liu Yi any further, she said, "He probably went out to meet a young prostitute from Zilan Pavilion."

"Prostitutes at Zilan Pavilion?" Liu Yi was taken aback, somewhat surprised. When did his nephew develop such a hobby? But, it doesn't seem to be Zilan Pavilion's business hours right now.

"Recently, Archer has been leaving early and returning late every day, and he hasn't told me what he used to do. However, when I took him to buy clothes that day, he met a young prostitute from Zilan Pavilion who was learning the zither from an old zither master. Since then, he has been going out every day. I suppose he's going to the old zither master to find that young prostitute," Madam Hu recalled.

"Ache, he..." Liu Yi smacked his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. The women of Zilanxuan were indeed very attractive, but Ache, why did you seduce a juvenile prostitute? She was so young, it was too beastly of you.

Of course, Liu Yi would never call his nephew a beast, so his hesitation ultimately turned into this sentence: "He's really grown up."

Madam Hu felt disgusted by what she heard. What did she mean by "grown up"? Growing up means going to philander?

Knowing where Yang Che was, Liu Yi instinctively wanted to find him. However, he thought that the position of Grand Historian was already a done deal, so it wouldn't hurt to tell Yang Che later. On the contrary, Yang Che had already learned to philander, and as his uncle, he couldn't ruin his plans.

"Well, Madam instructed the kitchen to prepare some wine and dishes for tonight. I've already secured a position as a steward for Archer, so we should have a proper celebration tonight."

Madam Hu then stood up, spread her dress, and said, "I have an appointment with my sister today, so I might be back a little late. Why don't you go and tell the kitchen?"

"You..." Liu Yi's expression instantly darkened. However, he really had no way to deal with Madam Hu, who had Hu Meiren backing her up. As everyone knows, the most powerful wind in the world is the pillow talk.

"Fine, since it's Lady Hu who invited you, then go." Liu Yi waved his hand, clearly admitting defeat.

Yang Che was unaware that his uncle had secured him an official position. At the time, he was at the home of an old qin master, teaching Nongyu a new qin score.

The old musician stood in the courtyard, looking through the open window at the man and woman in the room. The young woman sat upright, her hands caressing the strings. As the strings vibrated, delicate notes blossomed from her fingertips.

The man, with one hand supporting himself on the mat and the other resting on his curled-up legs, half-lying and half-sitting, gently patted his thigh in sync with the vibrations of the strings, subtly matching the rhythm of the girl's fingers.

Between stillness and movement, there is a strange harmony.

"Yangchun Baixue" (a piece of classical Chinese music), a complete piece. I never imagined that I would hear this piece again in my lifetime. The old musician sighed with emotion, feeling that his life had not been in vain.

As the music ended, Nongyu composed herself and looked at Yang Che with bright eyes. Since the day she joined the Flower Sect, she had been learning music scores from Yang Che every day for the past half month, and the relationship between the two of them had progressed by leaps and bounds.

In Nongyu's heart, Yang Che had become the second most important person after Sister Zi Nu, even Cai Die and Hong Yu were slightly behind.

It's not that Nongyu forgot her sister as soon as she saw the sheet music; it's just that in her life, there had always been only a group of sisters, and no male figure had ever appeared. At this time, Yang Che was more like an older brother to Nongyu than a senior brother, and he filled a void in Nongyu's emotional world.

"Senior brother, how was my performance of 'Yangchun Baixue'?" Nongyu asked, her expression full of anticipation, as if she wanted to receive praise from Yang Che.

"The student has surpassed the teacher," Yang Che exclaimed, withdrawing his circulating inner energy.

As Nongyu played the zither, the flow of true qi in Huajianyou became smoother. In just over half a month, with the help of the Heavenly Demon Strategy, Yang Che's true qi cultivation had become quite remarkable. Without considering martial arts techniques, he could be considered a minor expert.

"It's because you're too lazy, senior brother." Nongyu blurted out, but immediately realized her slip of the tongue.

Wasn't this joke a bit too much? Nongyu looked at Yang Che cautiously with trepidation, and only felt relieved when she saw that Yang Che wasn't angry.

"It's just that Junior Sister's zither playing is too beautiful, making people unable to help but relax. It's all your fault, Junior Sister!" Yang Che sighed, pushing all the blame onto Nongyu.

"Huh?" Nongyu's mouth opened slightly. She never expected that the answer she would hear from Yang Che would be like this. Was it all because of me?

"What do you mean 'ah'? Play it again, junior sister. You can't be lazy." Yang Che displayed the authority of a senior brother.

Bullying the junior sister is a fun thing to do.