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

"I have asked the King for a favor. There is currently a vacancy in the Imperial Censorate. If you can pass the King's test, you can take up the position of Imperial Censor," said Consort Hu leisurely.

Imperial Censor? This is no small position. More importantly, this position allows one to be by the king's side and is a true confidant of the King of Han. In the civil service system, the position of Imperial Censor holds a special status.

But the key question is, is Hu Meiren really that kind-hearted?

Of course, Hu Meiren had ill intentions. She had heard a lot of bad things about Yang Che from her sister, Madam Hu, and she had always been thinking about how to help her sister get revenge.

As a member of the harem, unlike Lady Mingzhu who came from a prominent family in Korea and had people in the court speaking up for her, it was difficult for her to spread her influence beyond the palace even if she wanted to do something. Even if she wanted to help her sister vent her anger, she really couldn't do anything about Yang Che.

Fortunately, heaven has eyes. Although she had no way to take revenge on Yang Che, Liu Yi took the initiative to offer her an opportunity. He actually wanted to help Yang Che get an official position.

If Liu Yi had intended to bring Yang Che into the army, there would have been no way for her, a woman in the harem, to do so. However, Liu Yi had the audacity to try to secure a civil official position for Yang Che, which gave Consort Hu an opportunity.

Under the influence of his wife's words, King Han An finally agreed to summon Yang Che and offered him the position of Imperial Censor.

Compared to an ordinary censor in the Imperial Secretariat, the position of Imperial Censor is undoubtedly more valuable, especially the opportunity to frequently accompany the king, which is priceless.

Hu Meiren arranged such a position for her sister's nephew, and anyone who saw it would have to say "good auntie," but is that really the case?

While an imperial censor could accompany the king for a long time, as the saying goes, the king's heart is hard to fathom. Accompanying the king was an opportunity, but behind this opportunity lay enormous trouble.

If any oversight occurs, it could very well anger the King of Han, at which point the opportunity would turn into a crisis.

Hu Meiren had such a plan. She learned from her sister that Yang Che was frivolous and, although he had returned from studying at the Jixia Academy, he was uneducated and unskilled in his youth. However, he had real talent and learning when he grew up.

Having someone with no real talent by Han Wang An's side increases the likelihood of him making mistakes without limit. When Yang Che catches Han Wang An's eye, although he won't be beheaded because of Liu Yi, he will still be punished.

At this moment, King Han An was also observing Yang Che. Seeing a hint of confusion flash in Yang Che's eyes, he became even more certain of his judgment. He believed that he had some skill in judging people.

"Don't be too smug. The position of Imperial Censor is not low in rank and is of great importance. Although you have the face of the Beauty and the Left Sima, I cannot grant you this position so easily." King Han An still looked lazy.

"Your Majesty..." Consort Hu deliberately drew out her voice, making everyone who heard it feel weak in the knees and go numb. She placed her small hand on Han Wang An's chest, which made Yang Che's teeth ache.

"It's not that I'm not giving you face, my beauty, but the position of Imperial Censor is of great importance and cannot tolerate any mistakes," said Han Wang An, grasping Hu Meiren's small hand that was resting on her chest, with an air of authority.

It must be said that even though King Han An was already in his forties or fifties and extremely obese, he still spoke with considerable poise. Under the embellishment of royal power, his physical shortcomings did not seem to be a problem. Didn't you see that Consort Hu was already showing a look of infatuation? Although it was unclear whether this infatuation was real or not.

"Yang Che, I will now test you. If you can pass my test, the position of Imperial Censor will be yours." King Han reassured Consort Hu and then turned his gaze to Yang Che again.

"Please, Your Majesty, give me a question." Yang Che's heart skipped a beat. He knew that much of his knowledge was just fluff, and he was afraid of being exposed. Losing his official position was a minor matter; the real problem was losing face.

"Relax, you are my junior, I will not make things difficult for you." King Han An said kindly, and then uttered two words for each question.

Yang Che pondered for a moment and then shared his insights. Of course, his answer was not long, as his knowledge was limited, and even if he wanted to, it wouldn't be long.

Fortunately, King Han An did not delve into the matter further, but instead raised another question: "How do you view fame and fortune?"

King Han asked this question entirely out of his own feelings. Fame and fortune are not only things that people pursue, but for him, who was born with these things, it is also a problem that he has to face.

In the Korean court, ministers who pursue fame are difficult to approach, while ministers who excessively pursue profit are difficult to trust. For the King of Han, discerning between fame and profit is an essential lesson.

Fame and fortune? These two words, though only two words, are difficult for people in this world, whether kings and generals or heroes from humble backgrounds, to comprehend in their entire lives.

The vast historical records, which exhaust the wisdom of time and space, cannot escape the two words: fame and fortune.

Yang Che pondered for a moment and replied, "Sages and worthies are not without achievements and integrity, but they follow the principles of Heaven, which is the Way, and cannot be named after achievements and integrity."

Han Wang'an's assessment of Yang Che was merely a formality, and he didn't expect to get any good answers from Yang Che, but Yang Che's topic completely surprised him.

Han Wang'an dealt with fame and fortune all day long, and believed he had unique insights into them, but Yang Che's answer...

Han Wang An instantly became interested, raising his arm that had been resting on Hu Meiren's breasts and pointing it at Yang Che, saying, "What are these so-called principles of heaven and the Dao you speak of? Could you perhaps be a disciple of Daoism?"

"I am not a disciple of Taoism. As for the principles of Heaven and the Tao, they are difficult to describe. For all things in the world, every person and every living being has their own principles of Heaven and their own Tao."

"The way of the farmer is to cultivate the high fields and harvest enough to pay taxes to the army and food for his own family to survive; the way of the soldier is to defend his homeland; the way of the general is to serve his country with utmost loyalty; the way of the king is to strengthen the country; and the way of the animal is to reproduce and thrive."

Upon hearing this, King An of Han pondered deeply. In the world today, the various schools of thought are engaged in endless debates, with many different opinions on the same issue. Although he, as the King of Han, cannot compare with the old scholars of the Jixia Academy who have devoted their lives to studying books, his own knowledge is still considerable.

Furthermore, due to the special status of the monarch, his knowledge surpassed that of those old scholars, and with his knowledge and insight, Yang Che's answer still gave him a sense of novelty.

"You say you don't care about fame or integrity, but do you not care about fame and fortune?" King Han An pressed.

"It's not that I don't care about fame and fortune, but I'm unwilling to spend my whole life pursuing them. To be honest, most people who achieve fame and fortune do so because their deeds are recognized by the world. Fame and fortune come naturally as a result. It would be rather boring to pursue fame and fortune as a goal in itself," Yang Che explained.

Hu Meiren looked at Yang Che in surprise, her delicate body leaning slightly forward as she lay beside Han Wang An, as if she wanted to get to know Yang Che again: Is this the nephew of Liu Yi, whom my sister said was good-for-nothing who only knew how to seduce young prostitutes?

She couldn't understand what Yang Che was talking about, the principles of Heaven. Although she was not illiterate despite being born into a noble family of Baiyue, her understanding of the various schools of thought circulating among the seven kingdoms was limited.

However, although she couldn't understand academic knowledge, she could read people's hearts. From Han Wang'an's undisguised surprise, she judged that although Yang Che's answer was unexpected, Han Wang'an was convinced. This meant that Yang Che's answer was unexpectedly good.

This nephew of her sister's seems to be more than he appears. Hu Meiren thought to herself.

"Your explanation sounds like both Confucianism and Taoism," King Han An nodded slightly.

He had nothing to do, and Hu Meiren pleaded with him, so he summoned Yang Che, but he never expected that Yang Che would bring him such a pleasant surprise.

The debate between fame and profit has been a subject of discussion among various schools of thought throughout history. Some value fame more than others. The debate, in essence, is simply a debate about which is more important.

It was a case of each side having their own reasons, making it difficult for anyone to convince the other. Yang Che's answer, however, took a different approach, but upon closer examination, it made one realize: that's exactly how it should be!

"It seems you have indeed learned a great deal at the Jixia Academy. You are more than capable of serving as the Imperial Censor." King Han An had now acknowledged Yang Che's scholarship.

Yang Che breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. If Han Wang'an had continued the assessment, he might have given himself away.

Fortunately, King Han was satisfied with his answer and did not continue the test. However, it was impossible for King Han to be dissatisfied with his answer.

"Your Majesty, I thank you." Yang Che bowed deeply in gratitude. His official position was secure; he would now be someone who went to work and received a salary.

"Father, wait!" Just then, a clear female voice came from afar. Before the voice had even faded, a pinkish-red figure rushed into Yang Che's sight.

In that instant, Yang Che felt as if he were looking at a tender pink peach.