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

Chapter 152 Ghostly Whispers and Human Hearts

"Painting is ultimately just a minor art, unworthy of such praise from Young Master Ninth. On the contrary, Young Master Ninth, you have mastered Confucianism and Legalism, integrating them into your own school of thought, and deserve to be called a true master of all schools of thought." Faced with Han Fei's praise, Yang Che returned it.

"Hey, you two, stop flattering each other here," Honglian interrupted the two men's pretense.

"Honglian, you—" Han Fei looked at Honglian with a wry smile. She was still so disrespectful. However, when he thought that Honglian had also spoken ill of Yang Che, his wounded heart calmed down a lot.

However, what happened next shattered Han Fei's heart, which had just begun to calm down.

"My bad, my bad, I forgot about our beautiful and lovely princess." Yang Che gently rubbed the silver hair ornament in Honglian's hair, and Honglian rubbed against him contentedly in the face of Yang Che's affection.

Clearly, this wasn't the first time the two had acted this way; otherwise, their actions wouldn't have seemed so natural.

"Let's hurry up and go. Father is waiting to see you, and so is brother. You should come too. Father will be very happy to see you back." Honglian pulled Yang Che's arm and then grabbed Han Fei's arm as well.

Han Fei's eyes narrowed slightly at Hong Lian's casual action. He was already in despair. Sure enough, he was just a byproduct. Hong Lian had finally grown up and had someone more important to her.

"It's time to go see Father," Han Fei said wistfully. His younger sister had grown up; what would Father think of her now?

The group headed towards the royal palace. With Honglian leading the way, they naturally had no trouble passing through the palace and went straight into the inner palace.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar harem, and then at Yang Che who showed no sign of restraint, Han Fei couldn't help but fill in a lot of information in his mind.

At this moment, he recalled his memories of Yang Che. When Yang Che was at the Jixia Academy, the two had crossed paths because they were both from the state of Han. However, at that time, Yang Che was of mediocre talent and did not take his studies seriously in the Jixia Academy, which was full of talented people from all over the world. Meanwhile, Yang Che was a true genius, a disciple of Xunzi. The reality that geniuses do not associate with mediocre people meant that their interactions were limited to gatherings of students from Han.

At that time, Yang Che was not particularly outstanding except for his musical talent. After Yang Che left the Jixia Academy, he completely forgot about Yang Che's existence.

When he heard the name Yang Che again last year, by the time he left Jixia Academy, a copy of the Heavenly Palace Map had already circulated there.

When Han Fei first saw the Heavenly Palace Map, he was also very shocked. Just as Yang Che had just said, painting skills were only a minor skill, and there were no painters among the various schools of thought. However, when the copy of the Heavenly Palace Map appeared in front of Han Fei, for a moment, he felt that there should be painters among the various schools of thought.

There were quite a few people with similar ideas at the Jixia Academy, and even when he left, the debate within the academy about whether to establish a painting discipline was still going on.

It now appears that Yang Che's expertise was not limited to painting; if it were only painting, it would not have been enough to earn him such favor from his father.

Recalling some rumors he had heard when he entered South Korea, Han Fei became even more certain of his guess.

Without announcing their arrival, Honglian led the two directly into the main hall. Han Fei saw his father's figure from afar; he had gained weight and aged considerably.

Then he looked at the figure beside his father. The black dress made her look mysterious and alluring. Her tall figure, charming temperament, and cold yet seductive face made her a unique presence in the Han royal palace, where beauties were everywhere.

Madam Mingzhu.

"Did you have a smooth journey, Sikong?" King Han asked Yang Che, his expression showing signs of fatigue.

The military pay of 100,000 taels of gold was stolen by the ghost soldiers. He simply cannot raise another 100,000 taels of gold for military pay in a short period of time. If the issue of military pay causes a change in the army, can he still hold his throne?

Ten thousand taels of gold and half a crown weighed heavily on King Han An's heart. How could he not feel burdened?

"There's nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, it's late spring, the time when summer flowers are in full bloom, and the scenery along the way is beautiful," Yang Che replied.

"It's rare to see you in such a good mood, Minister, but things are quite different here," King Han An said with a wry smile before asking directly, "Have you heard about the ghost soldiers robbing our supplies?"

"The matter of the ghost soldiers robbing the supplies is now common knowledge. I have also heard about it in Nanyang," Yang Che said.

"What is your opinion on this matter? Do you also believe that the ghost soldiers stole the military pay?" King Han An pressed.

Since the Ghost Soldiers' robbery of the funds, he had appointed several chief investigators, but each chief investigator died mysteriously. In the end, the only one he could think of was Yang Che, and it was for this reason that he summoned Yang Che back from Nanyang.

"It's hard to say about matters of ghosts and gods. However, gold is the currency of the human world. What would ghost soldiers need gold for? Surely they wouldn't need gold even in the underworld?" Yang Che replied.

Yang Che knew very well what exactly happened in the Ghost Soldiers' robbery of the funds, but he couldn't tell the truth. Even Han Wang An, who was frowning over this, had his suspicions about Ji Wuye, but he had no evidence and couldn't understand why the gold had disappeared.

"So you also suspect there's more to the story behind the ghost soldiers' robbery of the supplies?" King Han An pressed.

Over this period of time, more and more evidence has been proving the existence of the ghost soldiers. Even he had begun to waver and start to believe in their existence. Yang Che's return, however, used the simplest reasoning to deny the existence of the ghost soldiers. This was undoubtedly good news that could uplift Han Wang'an's spirits.

"Ghost soldiers cannot speak; only the human heart can make them speak," Yang Che said firmly.

"Ghosts speaking human thoughts?" Han Fei muttered to himself. He had already heard the ghost soldiers robbing the supplies before entering Xinzheng. He was also skeptical about the existence of ghost soldiers, but matters of ghosts and gods are hard to say, and he dared not make a conclusion. However, Yang Che was so certain, which made him think deeply.

"Does Sikong mean that someone is manipulating the ghost soldiers' robbery of supplies?" King Han An pressed.

If it really was ghost soldiers who stole the military pay, he could only accept it, but if it was a human, there was still a chance.

"It must be people; only people need gold," Yang Che affirmed.

"Lord Sikong, can you uncover the truth behind the ghost soldiers' robbery of our supplies?" King Han An asked excitedly.

Yang Che did not disappoint him; the miracle of Nanyang would be repeated in Xinzheng.

"What Your Majesty worries about is my duty," Yang Che said, bowing.

"Good, good." Han Wang'an laughed loudly, and much of the gloom in his heart had disappeared.

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