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

Chapter 106 The Tide Demoness Unleashes Her Fury

As Yang Che freely admired the self-glow, Madam Mingzhu, the instigator of this scene, suddenly felt her exposed skin getting hot.

Wearing a thin, see-through lingerie that partially concealed her was part of her plan. Once Yang Che saw her looking nervous and shy, or deliberately avoiding her body, she could take the initiative and seize control.

However, Yang Che's current behavior was completely beyond her expectations. She, the Lady of Han, the most respected woman in the harem, with unparalleled beauty and a perfect figure, was half-naked in front of a man who was not even twenty years old, and he was completely unmoved.

Are there still men like this in the world?

Fortunately, Lady Mingzhu, as the trump card planted by Nightfall in the Han King's palace, not only possessed unparalleled physical strength but also top-notch adaptability. Since the first move failed, she decided to wait and see.

She still couldn't believe that she, who could stir up trouble in the Han royal palace, couldn't even handle a young man.

"If I can catch Yang Sikong's eye, I would like to ask Yang Sikong to paint a picture for me." Madam Mingzhu smiled slightly, not only not getting up, but also twisting her waist to change to a more comfortable position.

A fleeting glimpse, a gaze from the abyss, a temptation from the devil.

Since Yang Che had already determined that the visitors were hostile, how could he be intimidated by such a small scene? Madam Mingzhu believed that with her beauty and status, she would surely be able to put heavy pressure on Yang Che's mind. Little did she know what Yang Che had experienced in Xianyang.

As for appearance and figure, it's hard for Yang Che to say whether Zhao Ji or Lady Mingzhu is better. But in terms of status, the lady of a small country is far inferior to the empress dowager of a great country. If he can handle Zhao Ji with ease, what is the small pond of Chao Nu Yao that he can handle with ease?

Moreover, the demonic sect's techniques are inherently extreme, whether it's the Plain Girl Scripture or the Heaven-Mending Path, both pursue a state of ruthlessness. Although Yang Che may not reach that level, he is by no means someone who is easily controlled by desires.

Since Madam Mingzhu wanted him to paint, he painted; as for what happened next...

As we all know, hunters often appear as prey, and until the very last moment, it's hard to say who the hunter and who the prey are.

Yang Che perfectly played the role of the painter, presenting the beautiful Lady Mingzhu lying face up before him on the canvas.

While Yang Che was painting, Madam Mingzhu was observing him, seemingly trying to find something different about him.

As news of Xianyang gradually spread to the six kingdoms, in Xinzheng, the closest city to Xianyang, information about Yang Che was no longer a secret to those who were interested.

His ability to navigate the social circles of noblewomen in Xianyang with ease, and to win the favor of the two empress dowagers of Qin, was not without reason. It was simply because of his appearance; even I felt pity for him, let alone a widow like the empress dowagers of Qin.

If I had the chance, I would want to keep him by my side. Even if I didn't do anything with him, just having him around all day would be pleasing to the eye. As Madam Mingzhu pondered, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. Clearly, men like to look at beautiful women, and beautiful women like to look at handsome men.

However, you should just be a good painter. Why do you have to get involved in politics? Being the Grand Minister of Works is not an easy job. The higher the position, the more dangerous it is.

Now that you've been targeted by the night, even I can't refuse them. I just hope you won't be so stubborn, otherwise it will put me in a difficult position.

Thinking of Ye Mu's instructions, Madam Mingzhu felt a slight pang of reluctance, but it was only a slight one.

People like beautiful things, but how much they are willing to pay for them is another matter entirely. It could be giving everything, or it could be a fleeting moment, a passing glance that fades from memory.

Lady Mingzhu's reaction was only momentary. In her eyes, Yang Che was merely prey. As for anything else, prey might feel pity for prey, but it would never abandon its hunting plan.

As time passed, the incense in the incense burner gradually permeated the area behind the curtain, and more and more of the fragrance entered Yang Che's body through his breathing.

Yang Che felt a sense of peace in his heart, and even his hands seemed to become much steadyer as he painted.

Yang Che knew from the moment he entered the main hall that the incense was non-toxic, but the truly deadly thing was not necessarily poison.

Yang Che never let his guard down. He knew very well that Madam Mingzhu's current tranquility was a prelude to a real killing move.

As the last stroke was completed, Madam Mingzhu rose from the soft couch and walked toward the portrait. As the portrait came into view, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, revealing genuine affection. In an era without cameras, what woman could resist the allure of a portrait?

"Good, good, good." Madam Mingzhu examined the portrait and burst out laughing. Her voice was powerful and penetrating. With each step she took, she resembled a tigress surveying her territory, domineering yet elegant. She was a woman with a strong offensive presence.

As Madam Mingzhu approached, Yang Che clearly smelled a scent on her that was quite different from incense. It was a different fragrance, but when mixed together, it seemed to have another indescribable aroma that permeated between the nose and mouth, making one want to take a few deep breaths. It made one feel relaxed, yet also a little greedy.

But Yang Che sensed danger approaching him.

Madam Mingzhu walked around to Yang Che's side and leaned down. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her exposed skin brushed against Yang Che's body as she moved.

Yang Che sneered inwardly, thinking that this level of competence was far inferior to that of the Empress Dowager of Qin.

"Isn't a signature missing here?" Madam Mingzhu asked, pointing to a blank space in the upper left corner of the portrait.

"What signature do you think Madam should use?" Yang Che asked.

"How about writing the four characters 'Madam Mingzhu' on it?" Madam Mingzhu turned her head to look at Yang Che, and as she spoke, a fragrant breeze wafted over her.

What a boastful tone.

"It is naturally no problem to use the name of the lady." Yang Che picked up his pen and began to write. When he wrote the first character "Ming" and was about to continue writing the character "Zhu", Lady Mingzhu blew a breath into his ear. This breath made Yang Che's hand unsteady, and the character "Zhu" turned into a blot of ink.

Only the character "明" (bright) hangs empty above it.

"Yang Sikong, your mind is in turmoil." Madam Mingzhu looked at the extra flaws in the portrait, but instead of being angry, she laughed happily.

"Please, Madam, show some self-respect," Yang Che said, taking a step back with righteous indignation.

"Your painting is so vivid and detailed, even capturing the smallest features of my body. You must have looked at my body very carefully just now. Aren't you even a little tempted?" Madam Mingzhu revealed her true intentions, her two unparalleled weapons about to attack Yang Che.

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