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

Chapter 151 Summer Violence

Who is Honglian talking to? Han Fei is very clever, and he usually takes pride in it, but at this moment, he only hates that he is too clever, which makes him think of too many things, and those things are cruel.

Perhaps I've misunderstood? Han Fei comforted himself, trying to mend his torn heart.

However, the sound that came from behind him next shattered Han Fei's last bit of hope.

"I returned in a bit of a hurry; the King summoned me rather urgently."

Han Fei's ears twitched slightly as he heard the voice behind him clearly. It was a man's voice, and he sounded quite young. For some reason, Han Fei felt that the voice was vaguely familiar, yet somehow different.

However, he couldn't care less about where that damned sense of familiarity came from. What he was focused on now was that the voice sounded very young, gentle yet with a touch of authority. Just by listening to the voice, he could tell that the owner of the voice was no ordinary person.

But this discovery only made Han Fei more desperate.

What kind of story unfolded between an unusual young man and a princess who was about to come of age?

The story between a young man and a young woman seems easy to imagine.

Does the Father allow such things to happen?

"You should have let me know so I could have come out of town to pick you up."

At this moment, Han Fei just wanted to cover his ears, because he had clearly realized that his sister had been stolen away, and he couldn't even muster the slightest bit of hope.

"No need for all that trouble. I'm going to the palace anyway, so I'll just come see you then," the young man's voice rang out again.

Wait, go to the palace to see Honglian? Doesn't that mean Father also knows about this? Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine, and from the limited words he had gathered, he pieced together even more information.

The other party could easily enter and leave the Han royal palace and even see Honglian there. In particular, the way the two talked about this matter was so natural, as if they were just discussing an ordinary thing. This meant that the king tacitly approved of, or even supported, this matter.

Has it really come to this? Considering Han Wang An's possible attitude towards this, Han Fei's heart sank to the bottom.

How come, as soon as he came back, his little sister, who used to be just a tiny little bundle of joy, is already talking about marriage? What exactly did he miss?

"That's different."

Han Fei only heard his younger sister's soft, sweet voice. Unbeknownst to him, the mischievous little girl had grown into a well-behaved lady.

However, the thought that his sister's gentleness was all because of a man caused Han Fei heartache, and his good mood upon returning to Xinzheng vanished instantly.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Just as Han Fei was in unbearable pain, Honglian suddenly asked him.

I knew my sister wouldn't forget me. When Han Fei heard Honglian's concern for him, half of the gloom in his heart was swept away. Thank goodness, his sister still remembered him.

Han Fei turned around gracefully, trying his best to appear as relaxed and pleasantly surprised as possible.

However, as Han Fei turned around, his gaze naturally swept over the man next to his sister, and this glance startled him.

By this time, he had already concluded that the relationship between his sister and this man was definitely extraordinary, and he was prepared for it, but he was still somewhat surprised when he saw the man.

He had never seen such a handsome man before.

Han Fei himself was quite handsome and often took pride in it. When he was in the State of Qi, even though he had no money, the women in the brothels would treat him warmly, which was largely due to his good looks.

The man before him was even more handsome than him. He didn't know how to describe the other's appearance. If he had to describe it, he would say it was perfect. Even a single strand of hair was jet black, exuding vitality and vigor.

In terms of temperament, she is impeccable. Her eyes are warm and seem to hold affection. Just standing there, she exudes a dashing air. Standing next to Honglian, Honglian's beauty seems somewhat ordinary.

The key point is that if that were all, he would just be a handsome man. However, there is also a sense of authority in his good looks, an authority that can only be cultivated by sitting in a high position for a long time. This means that the other party is not of low status.

The other party's status is certainly not low. Didn't you see in his conversation with Honglian just now that he could freely enter and leave the palace?

But whose son is he? How could someone so extraordinary be born into such a family?

At this point, Han Fei no longer harbored much hostility towards the young man who had stolen his sister away. If his sister grew up and it came to marriage, marrying the young man before him would be a good option.

After all, the other party was only slightly inferior to him, and could be considered worthy of Honglian.

But why does this person look so familiar? It's like I've seen them somewhere before?

"Honglian, it's been a long time. You've become even more adorable." Han Fei's thoughts were fleeting. He didn't forget what he really wanted to say. He gave Honglian a big smile, showing the affection and care of an older brother for his younger sister.

"What? I'm so old, why would I be cute?" Honglian was very dissatisfied with Han Fei's praise.

In the past, Honglian would be very happy if someone praised her for being cute, but now if someone praises her for being cute, she will be unhappy. Cute is a word used to praise girls, but now she has grown up and is a real adult. How can she still be called cute? Is she not growing up?

Honglian has been paying more and more attention to this matter since more than a year ago.

"In my eyes, Honglian will always be a child." Han Fei looked at Honglian with affection. Although just now—well, let's not talk about what happened just now, Han Fei has already forgotten about it.

"Honglian, aren't you going to introduce who this is?" Han Fei's gaze naturally turned to Yang Che.

"Brother Han, have you forgotten me? I studied with you at the Jixia Academy," Yang Che said.

"You?" Han Fei scrutinized Yang Che, and then, connecting this to Yang Che's words about pursuing his studies, he suddenly remembered someone: "It's you? Yang Che."

"It seems Brother Han has remembered." Zhang Liang stepped forward and introduced Han Fei, "Brother Han, this is Minister Yang. You two studied together at the Jixia Academy, so you should have met before."

"Is it really you?" Han Fei asked in shock. How could Yang Che have changed so much in just two years?

However, considering the Flower School that has gradually spread in the Jixia Academy over the past year, it doesn't seem so strange. It turns out that those rumors were true.

"It seems the rumors about Jixia Academy are true. Our Han state has produced a master of painting." Han Fei sighed, unsure whether to feel gratified or something else. His sister's judgment was quite good.