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

Seeing that Yang Che had made Han Wang An very happy, Hu Meiren was filled with doubt and unease. For a moment, Honglian's feeling was correct; she also sensed a kindred spirit in Yang Che.

Thinking about what her sister had told her during this time, Hu Meiren had a sudden thought: In her sister's account, it seemed that apart from him seducing a young prostitute from Zilan Pavilion, there was nothing too outrageous, right?

Thinking that Yang Che should easily gain the trust of Prince Han An after becoming an imperial censor, based on his performance today, he might be able to be brought in as an ally. After all, the two are related by blood, and Yang Che even has to call her his aunt.

Hu Meiren entered the Han King's palace when she was a teenager. Now she has been able to obtain the title of Meiren and become the favorite concubine of King Han An. This is not only due to her youth and beauty, but also to her extraordinary cunning.

This is a fox spirit who can fight against the Azure Sea Tide Demoness. Her shrewdness is unparalleled in the Han King's Palace.

Although she initially harbored ill intentions in whispering in Han Wang An's ear to promote Liu Yi from the position of Inner Historian to Imperial Censor, hoping that the incompetent Yang Che would expose his true colors and ruin his future, her thoughts naturally changed after she saw that Yang Che was capable of fulfilling the duties of Imperial Censor.

In interpersonal relationships, if you want to live a good life, you should make more friends and fewer enemies. Besides, the two of them are, to some extent, relatives.

With this relationship, Hu Meiren had no reason to regard Yang Che as an enemy.

As for what her sister had said, Hu Meiren felt it shouldn't be a problem anymore. Now that Yang Che liked child prostitutes, he probably didn't have the same feelings for his elders as he did when he was a child. Everyone has gone through that curious age.

The scales in Hu Meiren's heart had already tipped, and the more she thought about it, the more pleasing Yang Che seemed to her. Yang Che was completely unlike the repulsive appearance her sister had described: her sister's accusations against Yang Che were all about his childhood, and after he returned, he hadn't done anything excessive. Perhaps, maybe, her sister only disliked Liu Yi, which was why she also disliked Yang Che.

With a change of heart, Hu Meiren walked to Han Wang An's side with a smile, but her gaze was fixed on Yang Che. She said, "I didn't know that you were also skilled in painting. Look at this painting. It has brought Honglian's cuteness and liveliness to life on the canvas."

"Indeed, it's quite impressive. I've never seen such a lifelike portrait before," Han Wang'an nodded in agreement.

"The main reason is that the princess is naturally lively and adorable. My painting can only barely capture four or five parts of her charm." Yang Che was also in a good mood because he had obtained the Hundred Styles of Folding Flowers, which completed the last piece of his personal martial arts puzzle. He naturally praised the great contributor who helped him complete the mission.

When Honglian heard Yang Che praise her, she instinctively felt comfortable all over. Her toes, hidden in her little leather boots, curled unconsciously. Feeling relaxed, Honglian hummed twice and noticed Yang Che glancing at her slightly.

To be honest, for a brief moment just now, Yang Che thought he saw a pink pig.

Honglian was certainly not a little pig, so when faced with the fox's fangs, she was only confused for a moment before realizing: No, it's a fox spirit, it's definitely a fox spirit, I have to be careful.

"Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask." As Honglian secretly became more vigilant, Consort Hu took Han Wang'an's arm and said in a coquettish tone.

To be fair, King Han An was most susceptible to Hu Meiren's charms. His round face lit up with a smile as Hu Meiren swayed, and he said, "I had the same idea. With the beauty's colors combined with Yang Che's painting skills, we can surely create the most beautiful picture."

"Yang Che, paint a scroll for the beauty. If it is well done, I will reward you handsomely."

"Yes," Yang Che replied, then said to Lady Hu, "Please take a seat, Lady Hu."

"Archer, I won't be happy if you draw me ugly." Hu Meiren chuckled and sat down gracefully, one hand folded in front of her lower abdomen, her neck straight, her pretty face slightly raised. With her movement, her already full breasts stood up even higher, freely displaying her charm.

King Han An was also admiring the beautiful flower that belonged only to him. Even though there were many beauties in the Han royal palace, his favorite was still Lady Hu. In this respect, even Lady Mingzhu was slightly inferior.

This does not mean that Lady Myungju was not beautiful. On the contrary, in terms of appearance and figure alone, Lady Myungju was the most beautiful in the Han royal palace, even surpassing Lady Hu.

However, when facing Lady Mingzhu, King Han An always felt pressured. Lady Mingzhu's beauty was too aggressive, and her perfect figure was almost domineering. He really couldn't resist it. Every time he woke up from Mingzhu Palace, it was as if he had been seriously ill, and he felt extremely weak.

He admired Madam Mingzhu's beauty, but he feared her domineering nature. In Madam Mingzhu's presence, he always felt powerless.

On the contrary, it was completely different with Hu Meiren.

Hu Meiren was petite and timid; only with her could Han Wang'an feel like a real man.

Honglian curled her lips at this moment. Even though she disliked Hu Meiren, she had to admit that she was a beauty. Otherwise, she wouldn't always call her a vixen.

Yang Che openly admired the beauty in front of him. When he was learning to paint, his teacher said that only by getting into an art academy could he access the forbidden areas of painting. At that time, he was full of enthusiasm, but he narrowly lost by one point and was completely out of luck with that forbidden area.

The current situation has made up for a little bit of Yang Che's regrets from his previous life, but it's still far from enough. There will be opportunities in the future.

After admiring Hu Meiren for a moment, Yang Che picked up his paintbrush and began to sketch her on the canvas.

Han Wang'an wasn't interested in painting; he was interested in the people in the paintings. He only needed to appreciate the final product. On the other hand, Honglian, although cursing Yang Che in her heart, couldn't help but go closer and carefully observe the painting.

But the more I looked at it, the more something seemed off.

This time, Yang Che's painting style was delicate, and he even used paint, which was quite different from when he painted her portrait earlier.

That bastard, he must have done it on purpose, on purpose! He was so perfunctory when he drew me, but he put so much effort into drawing the vixen. Honglian cursed inwardly, but she couldn't look away.

This time, Yang Che took a long time, a full quarter of an hour, to finish drawing.

As Yang Che put away his paintbrush, Hu Meiren, who had been sitting upright for a long time, came over directly, barely maintaining a distance from Yang Che, and almost brushed against his shoulder to squeeze in front of the desk.

The moment Hu Meiren saw the painting, she couldn't help but widen her eyes. On the canvas, a beautiful woman was reclining on a soft couch under a tree, her curves almost perfect. Amidst the falling petals, a few butterflies danced around the woman. As the woman raised her hand, a pink butterfly landed in her palm.

Is this me? Hu Meiren held her breath. She was beautiful, but the painting was even more beautiful.

"Your Majesty, come and take a look!" Consort Hu called out to King Han An, who was standing to the side in a daze.

Seeing Lady Hu so excited, King Han An was also curious, wondering what kind of painting could make Lady Hu lose her composure like this.

As the canvas came into view, King Han An was also taken aback. The person in the painting was even more charming than Hu Meiren, but it was clearly still Hu Meiren.

Yang Che was not surprised by this; he had simply let Han Wang An and Hu Meiren experience a technology called "beauty filter" from later generations.

Although Hu Meiren was extremely beautiful, with a petite yet curvy figure that was almost perfect, her facial features had some flaws. Her cheeks lacked flesh, making her jaw appear somewhat wide, and her lip line was not refined enough, which was a slight imperfection. Yang Che made a slight adjustment to this, and changed the angle to minimize Hu Meiren's flaws, while highlighting her fox-like eyes and perfect figure.

She perfectly plays to her strengths and avoids her weaknesses; she's even more beautiful than the real person!

"The person is beautiful, and the painting is even more beautiful, Yang Che. I will reward you handsomely. Tell me what reward you desire." King Han was overjoyed. This painting must be hung in his palace.

"This guy is definitely going to ask for a lot of money," Honglian thought to herself. She could tell at a glance that Yang Che was no good person.

"Your Majesty, could you bestow this painting of Princess Honglian upon me?" Yang Che asked cautiously.

"Hmm?" Han Wang'an's smile vanished instantly as he scrutinized Yang Che, unsure whether to agree or not.

Honglian, on the other hand, was already unwilling and angrily jumped up and down, saying, "That's my painting, why should I give it to you?"

Before Honglian could even jump up and kick Yang Che's knee, King Han An had already agreed: "Very well, I will reward you."

"Father?" Honglian looked at her father in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to agree. That painting was more than just a painting.

"Anyway, they were all drawn by Yang Che," Han Wang'an said indifferently.

"But Father, that painting is of me," Honglian said, dissatisfied.

"It seems you're reluctant to part with it, Honglian. It's alright, Yang Che will paint another one for you later," said Han Wang'an.

"Honglian, don't be stingy. Yang Che will give you an even better one later."

As Hu Meiren comforted Honglian, she became even more certain of one thing: her sister's worries were completely unnecessary. This boy liked younger girls, but he was certainly bold enough to ask the King for the princess's portrait, and the King actually agreed.

"You're a bad person." Honglian was furious, and everyone was speaking up for Yang Che.

Hu Meiren responded to Honglian with a smile, thinking that she was just a child and didn't care about such things. Yang Che, on the other hand, was the one who responded.

Hu Meiren smiled and said to Yang Che, "The King has already rewarded you, and I can't be an exception. After all, you painted such a fine portrait of me. Besides, you have to call me Aunt. Since this is our first meeting, as an elder, I can't leave without showing some appreciation."

As she spoke, Hu Meiren took off the jade pendant from her waist and handed it to Yang Che.

Yang Che quickly reached out and took the jade pendant in his hands.

"The beauty is the biggest winner today. She not only got a good portrait, but also a good nephew." King Han An was quite adept at flattering the beauty without involving power.

"Your Majesty has not lost out either, for you have gained a good minister." Consort Hu was even more adept at pleasing King Han An.

"What you say is absolutely right, Yang Che. Considering that you have only recently returned to Xinzheng and the end of the year is approaching, I will give you a few more days to rest. You can return to the palace to serve after the New Year," Han Wang An replied to Consort Hu while speaking to Yang Che.

"Yes." Yang Che knew it was time for him to step down.