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

Chapter 165 Purple Honey

Honglian eventually escaped the room. Some things are beyond her control just because she made up her mind; some things were simply beyond her comprehension.

Honglian stood in the corridor. Although the evening breeze should have been refreshing, she felt as if she had been engulfed in flames, with countless flames burning on her body, igniting every inch of her skin and every drop of her blood.

How could this be? How could this happen? Honglian subconsciously looked at her palms and clenched them a few times. Although they were just empty palms, Honglian opened them in terror, as if she had grasped something terrifying.

How could that be? Honglian thought to herself, then shook her head violently. The silver ornaments in her hair made a crisp clinking sound. She seemed to be trying to shake off the images that had been swirling in her mind.

"Honglian, what's wrong with you?" Hu Meiren, who was walking from afar, looked at the silly Honglian and was quite surprised. What had gotten into this little princess this time?

In Hu Meiren's mind, Honglian was like someone who would never grow up. No one knew when she would do something childish or even naughty, sometimes even causing a lot of trouble for others.

"No, it's nothing." Honglian was startled, but kept denying it.

Hu Meiren looked suspiciously at Honglian, whose face was flushed red with panic. For a moment, she seemed to understand something, but she couldn't quite grasp it. In the end, she simply asked, "How is Yang Sikong now?"

"He...he's resting." Honglian barely managed to calm herself, to avoid being seen by Hu Meiren. Quietly, she...

He had hidden that hand behind his back, even though there was nothing in it now.

"Then let Yang Sikong rest first; Honglian; there are some things you would like to tell me." Hu Meiren stepped forward and took Honglian's small hand, which was hidden behind her back, in her palm. These were the things that Han Wang An had told her before he left.

"Huh? What is it?" Honglian stared blankly at the hand that Hu Meiren was holding, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

They probably won't find out, right? Yes, they definitely won't find out.

"Do you know what it means for you to stay?" Hu Meiren asked.

"What does it mean?" Honglian hesitated for a moment. Was her courage just a momentary impulse?

Of course not. At that time, she did not act impulsively. Instead, she thought it over carefully. She knew what staying meant, and it was precisely because she knew that she wanted to stay.

Whether she's reluctant to leave or doesn't want to have any regrets, she's already stayed. As for what happens next?

The future will surely have a happy ending. Honglian has deep confidence in this, confidence in herself, and also confidence in Yang Che.

"I know what it means." Just when Hu Meiren thought Honglian would be confused, Honglian gave her a firm answer.

"From the past to the present, and into the future, I will only ever love him. He is the person I cared about in the past, and the person I love now."

"This is the person I want to marry in the future." Honglian became more and more determined as she spoke, and gradually, she even overcame her girlish shyness.

Shyness only makes a girl more charming, not the slightest bit hesitant.

"If, I mean if, if something were to happen to Yang Sikong, have you thought about your own future?" Hu Meiren looked at Honglian's resolute face and was momentarily lost in thought. For a fleeting moment, she even felt a pang of jealousy.

In adolescence, to be able to wholeheartedly love someone, to meet someone for whom you would disregard everything else, is such great fortune. Even if you don't end up with them, it will still leave you with one of the most touching memories of your life.

"If he's not around in the future, then whatever happens in the future won't make any difference to me," Honglian replied decisively.

"Is there no difference?"

As night fell, the Sikong Mansion fell into tranquility. Honglian rested with Consort Hu in a side room. The day's worries and anxieties had made her fall asleep early.

Yang Che, on the other hand, only needed someone to take care of him. In the Sikong Mansion, Yang Che did not lack maids.

Tonight, Yingge, who serves Yang Che, is a spy planted by Nightfall next to Yang Che.

Looking at Yang Che lying ill in bed, Ying Ge suddenly felt a murderous intent. She was an assassin, and Ji Wuye had given her to Yang Che for other purposes.

As the biggest obstacle to Nightfall, if she could take advantage of Yang Che's serious illness to kill him, it would directly solve Nightfall's biggest problem. She could then return to Nightfall, no longer have to stay here, no longer have to be a maid, no longer have to scheme against those three shameless women all day long, and no longer be bullied by those three good-for-nothing sluts who only know how to amuse themselves with their looks.

But—Yingge looked at Yang Che, who was already asleep but whose brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still suffering from illness, and found it difficult to muster the will to kill him.

At this moment, what was replaying in Yingge's mind was every little detail of her arrival at the Sikong Mansion, including the scenes of being bullied by Yang Che, as well as the leisurely time the two spent alone. Whenever she was bullied by those three bitches, Yang Che would always stand up for her.

She also thought of Yang Che's time in Nanyang.

He was actually a very, very good person. If it weren't for him, there would be many more orphans like me in Nanyang. Yingge thought to herself, even though she felt the urge to kill, she couldn't muster even a trace of murderous intent.

Yang Che was ultimately special to her; he was a special goal and a special person.

As Yingge hesitated, she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her. How could there be a gust of wind in the room?

Just as Yingge suddenly realized something, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, her consciousness became scattered, and she fell into a coma.

As Yingge slumped softly to the side of the bed, a purple figure was faintly illuminated by the lamplight.

The purple figure had just stepped onto the bed when she was grabbed by a hand that reached out from the darkness. She came unexpectedly, but was pulled back unexpectedly as well.

"What?" Before Zi Nu could react, she was pulled towards the bed by a strong force. Her body was out of control as she flailed around until she fell into someone's arms. The scream that had just escaped her throat was instantly swallowed back down because she smelled a familiar and intimate scent from the embrace beneath her.

"Whose boss is this? Why is he here in the middle of the night, and why is he acting as a thief?" A warm breath whispered in Zi Nu's ear, making some teasing remarks.

However, in the next instant, it was Yang Che who was shocked. He saw Zi Nu tilt her head back and kiss the source of the sound.

A unique fragrance belonging to Zi Nu bloomed on Yang Che's taste buds.

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