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

Yang Che looked closely and finally saw what the pink peach was.

The newcomer appeared to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, short and chubby, wearing a milky-white halter top underneath, with silver rings cleverly connecting the halter top to the collar, round and quite cute.

She wore a slit skirt, but perhaps because it was winter, the slit wasn't high, only revealing the outline of her calves. And yes, her calves were quite round.

The blue belt accentuated her waistline, which didn't seem particularly slender. She wore a pair of pink leather boots, and as soon as she arrived, she was already running over, her footsteps barely fading from the sound of her boots.

The fluffy white fox fur cloak made him look even rounder.

Her round, chubby face made her small mouth look even cuter. Her long, black hair was held upright by a lotus-shaped hair crown adorned with rubies, with a few strands falling down from her left forehead. The loose hair exuded the girl's vigorous vitality and shone brightly.

She is a vibrant and energetic young girl.

In Nongyu, Yang Che saw the quiet beauty of a young girl, while in the newcomer, he saw a lively and adorable one.

Thinking of the girl's cry of "Father" just now, a name came to Yang Che's mind: Honglian.

Thinking of Honglian's willful and capricious nature in her youth, Yang Che instinctively felt a sense of foreboding.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good don't.

"Honglian, is today's homework finished?" Han Wang'an was not annoyed by being interrupted; on the contrary, he showed a benevolent expression.

Han Wang An doted on his youngest daughter.

"What is there to learn? Do you think I can govern a country?" Honglian's face stiffened at the mention of her studies. She was an impatient person, and making her obediently accept all kinds of teaching was really torture.

"Although you may not be able to govern a country, you can manage a family. In a few years, when you get married, you will be in charge of a household, and you can't do that without knowledge," King An of Han instructed his daughter.

"Then I won't get married. I'll just stay with Father." Honglian started to act cute and charming. In the past, she didn't have to do anything, so she would just use her cuteness to get by. Over the years, this method has always worked.

"There's no reason not to get married when you're grown up, Honglian. What are you trying to say? Were you trying to stop your father just now?" King Han asked.

"Father, the position of Imperial Censor is of utmost importance. How can it be lightly entrusted to someone else? Father, have you been bewitched by this vixen?"

Honglian's rosy lips opened and closed rapidly, her speech quick and urgent, which startled Hu Meiren: Oh no, she's coming for me.

"Who told you this?" Han Wang'an frowned. How did Honglian know about this?

"Father, don't worry about who I'm listening to. I just want to ask you one question: Father, do you really want to make this person an imperial censor?" Honglian asked, pointing at Yang Che.

Han Wang'an's gaze followed Honglian's hand to Yang Che, only to see Yang Che looking up at the sky, seemingly indifferent to the matter, which made her even more satisfied with Yang Che.

Many things are easier said than done. Yang Che's answer just now satisfied him, but he still had reservations about whether Yang Che could do what he said. Now it seems that Yang Che can not only say it, but also do it.

"Yes," Han Wang'an nodded.

"Father, the position of Imperial Censor is not one that just anyone can hold," Honglian said anxiously.

In her view, Yang Che was only a few years older than her, yet he was able to serve as an imperial censor. This must not be due to his true talent and learning, but rather because he had connections with Consort Hu.

She disliked Hu Meiren and her ilk very much. If she hadn't known about this, it would have been fine, but now that she did, she couldn't let Hu Meiren succeed.

"I have already assessed Yang Che, and with his talent and learning, he is more than qualified to serve as an imperial censor." King Han sighed inwardly, already understanding what was going on.

How did Honglian find out about Yang Che's appointment as censor? And why did she immediately point the finger at Consort Hu? It was nothing more than palace intrigue and backstabbing.

Someone is trying to use Honglian as a weapon to humiliate Hu Meiren.

King Han An was not angry about this. The women in the harem used these tricks only to compete for the emperor's favor, and in the end, he was the one who benefited from their competition. So why should he be angry?

But Honglian, how come my silly daughter has been used again?

"Yang Che, it seems that whether you can serve as an imperial censor depends on whether Honglian is truly convinced." Seeing Honglian's aggressive demeanor and her apparent foolishness, Han Wang An decided to play along and decided to cooperate.

"Yes, you still need to pass my test." Upon hearing this, Honglian, who was already full of confidence, became even more emboldened.

With one hand on his hip and the other pointing a sword at Yang Che, he raised his small face, displaying an arrogant and domineering attitude.

"I wonder what test the princess plans to give me?" Yang Che asked.

He didn't care about Honglian's harassment. Whether it was the Inner Historian or the Imperial Censor, they were all dispensable to him. What difference would it make if the ship of Korea, destined to remain silent, occupied a high position?

The power struggles within South Korea may seem dramatic, but in Yang Che's eyes, they are nothing more than petty squabbles.

"This?" Honglian's imposing aura suddenly froze. Right, what's the test?

Her eyes darted around, and a series of thoughts raced through her mind: I don't know much about Confucian classics, I only know a little about Legalist techniques, Taoist mystical texts are too profound, and the doctrines of Mohism don't seem to be enough either.

Honglian thought quickly and suddenly realized that she might have underestimated her opponent. She had heard that Yang Che had returned from Jixia Academy. Although she disliked Yang Che because of Hu Meiren, she could not deny the existence of Jixia Academy.

Her dearest ninth brother, Han Fei, was studying at the Jixia Academy. If she were to deny the Jixia Academy, wouldn't she also be denying her dear ninth brother?

Oh no, I was careless. Honglian's mind raced, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead at a visible speed.

Yang Che naturally noticed the changes in Honglian's expression. Seeing the once fierce princess now showing a charming and innocent side amidst her embarrassment, he found it amusing.

Honglian also noticed the change in Yang Che's eyes. She was very familiar with that look; her ninth brother used to look at her with that same gaze. At first, she didn't understand what that look meant, but later she learned its meaning from her fourth brother.

That's a look that's called caring for a fool.

Realizing this, Honglian was instantly furious. Ninth Brother's mockery was more of a joke between siblings. Yang Che was an outsider, a brat who only stood in front of her because of a woman's pillow talk. What did he have to be so proud of?

In her haste, Honglian suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "Alright, I'll test your painting skills."

As soon as she said it, Honglian froze for a moment, then felt a surge of pride. She was naturally carefree and never had any perseverance in learning anything, but she had a remarkable talent in a few things: dance and painting.

She naturally couldn't let Yang Che dance, but the painting was perfectly fine.

"Princess, does painting skill seem to have no relation to whether one can be a good censor?" Consort Hu spoke up. She had gone to great lengths to dig a big pit for Yang Che, and if Honglian ruined it, wouldn't all her efforts be in vain?

"How can there be no connection? Painting skills require keen insight, extraordinary focus and meticulousness. If you don't even have these, how can you possibly study well?" Honglian became more and more convinced of his own abilities as he explained, and in the end, even he himself believed it.

Han Wang'an simply watched his daughter play her little tricks quietly, a fatherly smile appearing on his lips, letting Honglian continue her antics.

Hu Meiren wanted to continue arguing, but then Yang Che said, "What the princess said makes sense. A person who is good at painting must be a smart person. A stupid person cannot learn painting well."

"Hmm." Honglian nodded in satisfaction. For a moment, she felt that Yang Che wasn't so bad after all.

"The princess is exceptionally intelligent, which is why she has mastered such remarkable painting skills at such a young age," Yang Che teased the little fool.

Upon hearing this, Honglian pursed her lips tightly. Otherwise, she was afraid she would burst out laughing. After all these years, had someone finally recognized her talent?

But this person is a fox spirit, which is not good.

Honglian's mind raced, afraid of revealing her true thoughts. She said in a rough voice, "You sycophant, don't think that by flattering me a few times, I will give you a break. Let me tell you, if you want to become an imperial censor, you must get past me first."

She really is a smooth talker; with just a few words, she managed to make Honglian, who even gives me a headache, so happy. At this moment, Hu Meiren was even more convinced of her sister's judgment.

Han Wang'an found the scene amusing, but considering that Yang Che was teasing his daughter, he couldn't let Yang Che continue. So he straightened his face and urged, "It's settled then. Yang Che, show us your painting skills and see if you can convince Honglian."

"Yes," Yang Che replied, his mind remarkably calm.

If Honglian were to test him on something else, like what Han Wang'an did just now, he might feel guilty, but painting?

Sorry, I was also an art student who failed the entrance exam.