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

Yang Che tidied himself up and followed the eunuch to the Han King's Palace.

As the former palace of the King of Zheng, the Han Palace has a long history. After being built by successive Han kings, it perfectly blends grandeur and exquisiteness, possessing both the charm of the Zhou Dynasty and the refinement of the Han Dynasty.

Wandering through the corridors and passageways, Yang Che curiously observed everything around him: pavilions and towers, winding corridors, armored guards patrolling among them, and palace maids in palace attire constantly moving about.

Especially the palace maids, each one a beautiful young woman, slender and charming, their palace dresses accentuating their waists and revealing their loveliness.

"King Han really understands me!" Yang Che thought to himself as he turned his gaze away from the departing group of palace maids.

While Yang Che was observing the palace maids, the eunuchs were also observing him.

Because of his memories from his previous life, Yang Che did not take the Han state seriously. In his view, King An of Han was not necessarily more noble than Nongyu. Consequently, he did not care about his own identity.

But this was merely due to his arrogance as a time traveler; in South Korea, he was already at the top.

As the Left Sima of Han, Liu Yi was undoubtedly a powerful figure in the military. Although his wife came from Baiyue and did not have a powerful maternal clan, her younger sister was the favorite concubine of King An of Han, and no one could underestimate her.

Liu Yi undoubtedly occupies an important position in the power structure of Korea, and Yang Che, as Liu Yi's only nephew, can almost be regarded as Liu Yi's successor since Liu Yi has no children. In Korea, Yang Che is an absolute member of the elite.

In the Korean court, Yang Che will surely have a place. Although the eunuch is a close associate of King Han An, he does not dare to underestimate Yang Che.

Especially considering that, influenced by Consort Hu's pillow talk, Prince Han An actually summoned Yang Che personally, which made the situation even more unusual.

This sounds like she's about to be given a more important role.

"Minister Yang, did you see the Ninth Prince at the Jixia Academy?" The eunuch, wanting to get closer to Yang Che, asked.

"I have met him, but that's all. To be honest, I'm just one of the three thousand students at Jixia Academy, nothing special. On the contrary, the Ninth Prince is a disciple of Xunzi, the great Confucian master, and has a close relationship with a Legalist master. He is the true pride of the nation at Jixia Academy. I'm afraid I have no way to befriend him," Yang Che replied.

What he said was true. According to the original owner's memories, he had also taken the initiative to befriend Han Fei when he was at Jixia Academy. However, Han Fei was exceptionally talented and didn't really take ordinary people seriously. In addition, the original owner was an incompetent person at Jixia Academy and only got in through connections by paying money.

It is common knowledge that good students look down on those who are poor at studying but have connections.

Han Fei appears approachable, but in reality he is extremely arrogant. In the original story, he was able to treat the maids of Zilan Pavilion with courtesy, but that was more out of his own good manners; in fact, he didn't care about them at all.

No matter how approachable he was, he was still the ninth prince of Korea. How could he know the suffering of the lower classes? Otherwise, he would not have said to the maid with the missing hand, "Although you have lost your hand, you have gained freedom."

This shows Han Fei's thinking. He believed that freedom was very important, but he didn't know that for those women, freedom was worthless, and survival was the most important thing.

The proud and talented Han Fei naturally looked down on those who were ignorant and had connections. Therefore, the original owner of this body did not establish a friendship with Han Fei at the Jixia Academy, even though they were both from the state of Han.

When Han Fei heard Yang Che's name, he would probably only say: "Oh, he's from the same hometown!"

that is it.

Yang Che's answer surprised the eunuch. In his opinion, even if Yang Che didn't have much of a relationship with the Ninth Prince, he shouldn't have said it at this time. Not only should he not say it, but he should also create the illusion that he had a good relationship with the Ninth Prince.

Was Yang Che too dull-witted, or too honest?

Can a dull-witted person enter the Jixia Academy? It seems not, so only honesty is acceptable.

Honesty?

This quality is extremely rare in the royal palace and the court.

For a moment, the eunuch looked at Yang Che with much more pleasing eyes. Although he himself was not an honest person, that did not stop him from liking honesty.

He was surrounded by cunning competitors, and he hated cunning people the most, even though he himself was a cunning person.

Yang Che had no idea that his answer would lead the eunuch to misunderstand that he was an honest person, and that he simply didn't care about whether he had a relationship with Han Fei or not.

Han Fei may be extraordinary, but to him, he's just so-so. The friendship of the Ninth Prince isn't necessarily more important to him than Nongyu's zither. Yan Lingji's smile is more intriguing.

The so-called seven kingdoms vying for supremacy and a hundred schools of thought contending—what does that have to do with him? What he most wants to do is develop the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Strategy and achieve unparalleled mastery. If he can also have some wonderful and romantic stories with beauties from various countries in the process, that would be even better.

This is Yang Che's pursuit, and one of his few pursuits.

After turning through an archway, Yang Che's view suddenly opened up, and at the end of the passage was a palace.

On both sides of the palace, piles of stones formed mountains. Even in the depths of winter, the area was still lush and vibrant with greenery and colorful flowers. Yang Che looked closely and then realized that the flowers and trees were all fake, made of jade and gemstones.

Of course, among these fake vibrant colors, there is a touch of pink that is particularly alluring, because it is real.

A tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man sat in a pavilion on the side of the main hall, dressed in casual home clothes. Yang Che immediately recognized the identity of this middle-aged man he had never met before.

There was no other reason than that he was completely unadorned, and his silk robes were very simple and elegant, but the flower beside him was something he cherished very much.

At less than thirty years old, this flower was at the most beautiful in her life, with a swan-like neck and slender shoulders, a full chest, a slender waist, a pert bottom and long legs, plus a fox-like face, she was definitely a vixen.

In the Han royal palace, there is one middle-aged man who possesses such a beautiful woman: the current King of Han, Han An.

When Yang Che looked at Han Wang An, Han Wang An also saw Yang Che: Hmm, he is indeed handsome, but...

Noticing Yang Che's unwavering gaze fixed on Hu Meiren, Han Wang'an frowned slightly, instinctively feeling a hint of displeasure. However, this displeasure quickly vanished.

Why do you look so silly?

King Han An saw these things in Yang Che and realized that Yang Che had returned from the Jixia Academy and might just be a bookworm. He suddenly felt a little smug: "My beauty is indeed unique. Even a silly boy who only knows how to read would be stunned by her."

If Yang Che knew what Han Wang An was thinking at this moment, he would definitely shout "Your Majesty is wise!" Han Wang An's happiness is something many people can only envy.

"Yang Che greets Your Majesty." Yang Che bowed and greeted the king from ten paces away.

"You are Yang Che, the nephew of the Left Sima. I have recently heard the beauty speak highly of you. Seeing you today, you are indeed handsome," said Han Wang An, scrutinizing Yang Che.

A beauty? Yang Che subconsciously looked at Consort Hu beside Prince Han: She spoke well of me to Prince Han?

Why does this whole thing seem so strange?

Yang Che knew exactly how much Madam Hu disliked him, her "nephew." As Madam Hu's sister, Hu Meiren couldn't possibly be unaware of this, so she would speak up for him.

That's impossible.

Something's wrong, very wrong. Almost instantly, Yang Che became alert.

"Ache, you call my sister aunt, but you won't call me aunt?" Hu Meiren spoke up when Yang Che was on guard. Her fox-like eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, were smiling and she seemed to be a kind elder who cared for her juniors.

"Auntie." Although he didn't know what Consort Hu was up to, under Han Wang'an's watchful eye, Yang Che could only cooperate with Consort Hu.

"That's right. I heard that Zuo Sima has arranged a job for you as a city patrol officer?" Hu Meiren asked.

"It's all thanks to my uncle's care," Yang Che replied.

"The Left Sima is ultimately a military general. How could he know the intricacies of civil service? Ah Che, being a city patrol officer is not an easy job. There are many duties and it's easy to offend people. It's better not to do it. You called me Auntie, so naturally I can't just sit by and watch you fall into a trap." With Han Wang An's tacit approval, Consort Hu spoke eloquently to Yang Che.

There's a trap, definitely a trap. Yang Che's gaze swept over Hu Meiren, and there was more than one trap on her.