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

Chapter 150 The Mistake of Spring Breeze

After a nearly two-month journey, Han Fei, the ninth prince of South Korea, finally returned to his beloved motherland, South Korea.

Looking at the familiar city gate of Xinzheng in front of him, Han Fei's eyes showed a look of affection. The longer he was away from home, the deeper his longing for Xinzheng became. He seemed to be cynical, but in fact he was the most sentimental person, but he just masked it with his laughter and scolding.

"I'm back!" Han Fei shouted, craning his neck, and strode towards the city gate, drawing the attention of those around him.

Walking along the bustling streets, listening to familiar local accents and friendly shouts, seeing familiar street scenes, and smelling the occasional aroma wafting from taverns and restaurants, Han Fei's steps became increasingly light.

After walking no more than a hundred steps, Han Fei saw an old friend who looked familiar but whose appearance had changed drastically.

After only a moment's hesitation, Han Fei recognized the unfamiliar young man in front of him as his old friend.

"Zifang, have you come to welcome me?" Han Fei quickened his pace. To be able to see his old friend as soon as he returned was truly a great joy in life.

"Brother Han." Compared to Han Fei's enthusiasm, Zhang Liang was much more reserved.

Unlike Han Fei's passionate and unrestrained nature, Zhang Liang possessed a more aristocratic refinement, a reserved nature, and a strong sense of not showing his emotions.

Han Fei was already used to Zhang Liang's seemingly lukewarm attitude. Although there was a significant age difference between them, they were compatible in temperament, and since they were both considered geniuses by others, they naturally admired each other even more.

Over the years, we have forged a deep friendship.

Furthermore, genuine sincerity in actions is far more convincing than verbal enthusiasm.

Even if Zhang Liang were to wait for him here to pick him up, Han Fei would only be happy, taking it as a friendly joke.

"It's been several years since I last saw you, Zifang has grown up quite a bit. You are truly an outstanding talent, a genius of the world." Han Fei looked Zhang Liang up and down, feeling that Zhang Liang seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.

In Han Fei's memory, Zhang Liang was a very delicate young man. In his mind, even if Zhang Liang grew up, he should be very handsome. But the current Zhang Liang gave him a calm and reserved feeling, less handsome and more calm.

It seems that Zifang has experienced many things I didn't know about over the years.

The two traveled together, catching up on the past and filling in the gaps in their memories of each other.

However, as Han Fei walked, he would occasionally tiptoe over the heads of passersby and look into the distance, as if searching for something.

"Brother Han, are you looking for something?" Zhang Liang asked, somewhat puzzled, seeing Han Fei peeking around.

"Before I returned, I wrote a letter to Honglian," Han Fei whispered.

Among his brothers and sisters, he had the deepest relationship with Honglian. If Honglian knew he was coming back, she would definitely come out to greet him. But now he had seen Zhang Liang but not Honglian, which inevitably made him have some bad thoughts.

"Princess Honglian?" Zhang Liang hesitated slightly upon hearing what Han Fei said, but then suddenly realized that Han Fei had been away from Han Fei for a long time and did not know about Honglian, but Zhang Liang did.

He and Honglian were childhood sweethearts. Although they had no romantic feelings for each other, they were good friends. Because of her status as a princess, Honglian didn't have many friends, and Zhang Liang was one of them. Therefore, Zhang Liang knew some of Honglian's secrets.

Through his grandfather Zhang Kaidi, Zhang Liang learned some things about Honglian that she herself was unaware of.

Upon hearing Han Fei mention Honglian, Zhang Liang couldn't help but think of something. Calculating the time, not only was Han Fei returning today, but the one from Nanyang was also coming back.

Last year, when Yang Che was carrying out disaster relief in Nanyang, Zhang Liang assisted him. During their more than six months of working together, Zhang Liang greatly admired Yang Che's decisiveness. There is no shortage of smart people in this world, but at critical moments, being able to rise to the challenge and make decisions that ordinary people cannot make is something that not everyone can do.

Yang Che's use of the Jade Tiger's wealth to provide disaster relief in Nanyang was a stroke of genius. It not only severely damaged the Nightfall organization but also saved the lives of the people of Nanyang, achieving two goals at once.

Zhang Liang asked himself, if he were in a different place, he might be able to think of a similar solution, but he did not have the ability to turn the plan into reality. He was not lacking in wisdom, but he lacked Yang Che's decisiveness.

Han Fei was startled when he saw Zhang Liang's strange expression. Had something happened to Honglian?

The intelligent and resourceful Han Fei also possessed a rich imagination. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to come up with all sorts of little stories so easily when writing his book. In the blink of an eye, countless versions of the tragic fate of Honglian had already flashed through Han Fei's mind.

This shouldn't be. Han Fei became more and more worried. If it really was as he imagined, then God was too cruel.

Seeing Han Fei's ever-changing expression, Zhang Liang naturally guessed what Han Fei was thinking, and quickly explained, "Princess Honglian may be quite busy today, so there was a slight delay."

"Honglian is a bit busy? What's she busy with? Is she busy playing?" Han Fei asked curiously, but his worries disappeared.

If she didn't come, she didn't come. As long as she's alright, that's fine. This was Han Fei's truest thought. Compared to his slight disappointment, Honglian was, of course, more important.

"Princess Honglian is quite busy, she has to wait—" Zhang Liang said, his expression very conflicted, unsure whether he should tell Han Fei the truth.

"Red Lotus!" Just as Zhang Liang was about to reveal the truth, Han Fei suddenly shouted.

It turned out that Han Fei, who was taller, had already seen a pink figure through the crowd. Although it had been many years since they last met, he still recognized his energetic younger sister at a glance.

Honglian seemed to have spotted Han Fei as well. Upon hearing Han Fei's call, she showed a look of surprise and immediately abandoned the guards following her, running towards Han Fei at lightning speed.

The pedestrians on the road seemed to be familiar with Honglian, and they consciously and quickly made way for her, directly exposing Han Fei to the crowd.

Han Fei watched his younger sister running towards him, a smile spreading across his face. Upon returning home, he was greeted by friends and then by his sister, a truly delightful occasion.

Just as Han Fei was contemplating whether he should open his arms and give Honglian a big hug, like he did when they were children, Honglian suddenly sped up and ran past him.

Han Fei's arms, which he had just stretched out halfway, froze in place. He could still smell the fragrance left by Hong Lian as she ran by. He even thought he was hallucinating.

"You're back? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? You made me rush out in a panic."

When Han Fei heard the voice behind him, his heart trembled slightly. He thought of a bad possibility, no, it was not just bad, but a possibility that made him despair.

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