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

Chapter 155 The First Flames

Yang Che, disguised as a teacher, gave a thorough lesson to his eager disciple, Chao Nu Yao, before leaving the Han Palace and heading towards the Sikong Mansion.

When Yang Che returned home, the caravan he had left behind also returned. Ying Ge was directing everyone to unload their luggage and belongings. Yang Che glanced at the sky and headed towards the Left Sima Mansion across the street.

Now that he was back, he naturally had to pay a visit to his uncle first. Previously, it was Han Wang An who had summoned him, and even though Liu Yi was Yang Che's uncle, he could only be ranked second. Now that he had paid his respects to Han Wang An, there was no reason not to visit the Left Sima Gate.

Yang Che entered the Left Sima's residence as if he were returning home. He went straight to the main hall. Along the way, people kept bowing to him, but no one offered to lead the way for him.

The moment Yang Che entered the hall, he saw that Liu Yi and Madam Hu were both there, dressed in formal attire, sitting in the main seats, clearly having been waiting for quite some time.

Liu Yi had a dignified and serious expression. His rugged appearance, coupled with his years of military service, gave him an air of menace. Even from a distance, he was awe-inspiring.

However, Liu Yi's next reaction completely shattered his air of authority.

The moment Liu Yi saw Yang Che, his old face beamed with a smile, though the source of that smile was rather questionable, as it looked rather ugly. No wonder Madam Hu, even after marrying him for over a decade, had never felt any attraction to him.

There's no way to put it, Liu Yi's face is really... indescribable.

"Ache, you've made quite a name for yourself in Nanyang these past two years. I predict that after that old fellow Zhang Kaidi retires, the position of Prime Minister will be yours for the taking." Liu Yi, who was sitting upright, hurriedly walked towards Yang Che and grabbed Yang Che's arm.

"At that time, you will be the youngest prime minister in the history of our Korea." Liu Yi looked Yang Che up and down, his face full of affection.

He had no children of his own and had long regarded Yang Che as his own son. Seeing Yang Che's success, he, as an elder, was naturally excited.

"It shouldn't take more than a few years," Yang Che said with a smile. Although he had no interest in the position of prime minister, he wouldn't mind going along with Liu Yi's words if it would make Liu Yi happy.

"It definitely won't take more than a few years," Liu Yi said confidently.

Then, his tone shifted abruptly, revealing a hint of mockery: "I heard that Princess Honglian personally went to fetch you?"

"Uncle found out so quickly?" Yang Che asked, feigning surprise.

"A princess's outing is no small matter; the news has already spread throughout the city." Liu Yi said, winking at Yang Che. The fact that he was able to take Yang Che to Zilan Pavilion before showed that he was definitely not a proper elder. His expression at this moment revealed a lot more.

"Ache, keep up the good work! Try to marry Princess Honglian as soon as possible. With Princess Honglian's status, you can reach even greater heights." Liu Yi continued to point out Yang Che's secrets, as if afraid that Yang Che would not understand the key points.

"Understood, understood."

Yang Che readily agreed, but in his heart he disagreed: If I wanted to live off a woman, I would rather go to Qin. Compared to Han, living off a woman in Qin is truly more appealing.

Thinking of this, Yang Che suddenly remembered something: it seemed like he hadn't visited Zhao Ji in a long time. In the past year or so, he would take time to visit Qin, but he had been quite busy lately and needed to find some time to go to Xianyang again.

It was only because Yang Che's lightness skill became increasingly advanced that he could travel freely between the two places, but—

Thinking that the straight-line distance between Xinzheng and Xianyang is nearly a thousand miles, and that they have to cross mountains and valleys, even with his current lightness skill which is superior to Mo Ya and the others, Yang Che felt very tired from traveling, and his legs started to ache.

Perhaps we could consider other modes of transportation—Yang Che pondered, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind, something he could try later.

Liu Yi was unaware of Yang Che's thoughts at that moment. Seeing Yang Che deep in thought, he assumed that Yang Che had taken his words to heart and was pondering how to marry Princess Honglian, so he felt relieved.

Given Yang Che's appearance, abilities, status, and position, marrying a princess of a nation is not an unrealistic dream.

"How is your aunt doing lately?" Yang Che then looked at Madam Hu.

In fact, Yang Che knew without even looking whether Madam Hu was good or bad. Over the years, Madam Hu had been half-dead every day. She had no joy in living and was only alive because she was afraid of dying.

In the past, Mrs. Hu would probably have just replied with "It's alright," but this time, Mrs. Hu was different.

She looked at Yang Che, her eyes flickering with an inexplicable expression, and finally asked, "This isn't good. I have something I'd like to ask A-Che."

Hmm? Both Yang Che and Liu Yi showed surprise.

Liu Yi pressed further, "Madam, have you encountered any trouble? Tell me, and I can help you resolve it."

"No need," Madam Hu said, her struggle gradually turning into determination. "Only Archer can help me with this matter, so please don't ask, my husband."

"Then—" Liu Yi opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to ask the question. Despite his arrogant and domineering demeanor outside, he was actually quite timid at home, especially in front of Madam Hu.

"Ache, if there's anything your aunt needs, you must do your best to help her." Sure enough, in the end, Liu Yi didn't dare to ask Madam Hu any further questions, but instead gave Yang Che some instructions.

Yang Che was speechless at the sight. What was Liu Yi trying to achieve in his life? Of course, Yang Che still said, "My aunt's affairs are my affairs. How could I not care?"

At the same time that Yang Che arrived at the Left Sima's residence, in the Han King's Palace, Han Fei and Hong Lian also bid farewell to King Han An and arrived at Hong Lian's residence in the palace.

Upon entering the palace, Han Fei immediately saw the portrait hanging above Honglian's bed. The person in the painting was Honglian from several years ago, playful and adorable.

Recalling what had happened before, Han Fei couldn't help but ask, "Honglian, what exactly is your relationship with that Yang Sikong?"

"What Yang Sikong? Yang Sikong, just call him Yang Che. Although Father made you his deputy, if he dares to put on airs with you, tell me, and I'll help you get revenge," Honglian said, downplaying the seriousness of the matter.

"Then I must thank you, Honglian." Han Fei's lips twitched. When did his simple-minded sister learn such a skill as changing the subject?

The thought that his younger sister had played tricks on him filled Han Fei with a pang of heartache. So, Han Fei asked directly, "Does Honglian like Yang Che?"

"Huh?" Honglian was taken aback, clearly not expecting her brother to ask such a question. Her face flushed instantly, and her previous composure turned into shyness. After a long while, she finally hummed and hawed, "Brother, you figured it out?"

"Even a blind man could see that," Han Fei said speechlessly.