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

Chapter 166 The Allure of Blue

Zi Nu nestled in Yang Che's arms. Although she had just been taken advantage of, the sound of her ear against Yang Che's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, brought her a sense of peace. Compared to confirming that Yang Che was not seriously ill, the sudden attack by him seemed less important.

"Why are you faking illness?" Zi Nu adjusted her breathing, calmed her agitated mind, and looked up into Yang Che's eyes to ask.

"It's a long story. Ji Wuye suddenly had a handle on me, so I had no choice but to resort to this tactic," Yang Che said helplessly.

Although Yang Che had already made up his mind about Liu Yi and Li Kai, this did not prevent him from appearing powerless in front of Zi Nu.

Yang Che knew Zi Nu very well. Because she had a group of younger sisters around her, Zi Nu had long been used to the role of the older sister. She was very good at taking care of people, or rather, caring for the weak had almost become a habit for her.

Sure enough, as Yang Che began to complain weakly, Zi Nu quickly raised herself up, looking down at him. She cupped his face in her hands and asked gently with concern, "What happened? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"It's a long story," Yang Che said, gently rubbing Zi Nu's soft, uniquely fragrant palm as he slowly recounted the whole affair.

"So that's how it is. So you pretended to be sick to complete your deal with Ji Wuye?" Zi Nu said in realization.

"That's right. Things were too rushed, so I couldn't tell you in advance. You must have been very worried, right?" Yang Che felt a little uncomfortable under Zi Nu's caring gaze, so he simply sat up, reached out and hugged Zi Nu, and even adjusted to a more comfortable position before he felt satisfied.

"You even know that King Han An came out of the palace to visit you. I thought you were really going to—" Zi Nu said, but quickly covered her mouth. That word was absolutely not to be said.

"How did you know the King was here too? Were you here when the King came?" Yang Che astutely grasped the crux of the matter.

"Of course I was there too, but when I got outside your Sikong Mansion, I saw the royal carriages and didn't dare to go up. I finally waited until they left, only to find that Princess Honglian had stayed behind, so I could only wait until nightfall," Zi Nu said helplessly.

She waited outside the Sikong Mansion for a whole day before sneaking in under the cover of night.

"So you waited outside until nightfall?" Yang Che asked in surprise, then asked with concern, "Why did you wait so long? You could have just come in."

"I wouldn't dare, my identity—" Zi Nu joked, but there was a hint of bitterness in her eyes.

If she could, she would love to visit Yang Che openly and honestly, just like Hong Lian, but the difference in their social status was simply too great.

Even though Zilan Pavilion is now famous throughout the country, she is still a woman who cannot be brought to the table compared to Yang Che.

"What about your identity? You know I've never cared about your identity." Yang Che tightened his grip on her, as if he wanted to pull Zi Nu into his arms.

This sensitive and proud woman also has such a vulnerable side deep down. Back then, she almost ran away from home because of Cai Die's bullying. Now, she is hesitant because of the royal carriage.

What a clever woman she is, and what a foolish woman she is!

"I know you don't care, but just because you don't care doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I'm older than you, so I should consider things more than you do. There are many things I can't be willful about," Zi Nu said frankly.

After more than a year of reflection, Zi Nu has a clear understanding of herself, her feelings, her identity, her future, and her expectations.

"This isn't being willful. What nonsense about status? Zi Nu, you are also the master here. Everything in this mansion belongs to you as well. As for what others think—" Yang Che said, suddenly remembering something.

"Once I'm free to move around, I'll take you to the theater." Yang Che suddenly had a good idea. At this moment, no amount of talking would necessarily convince Zi Nu of his determination as much as doing something.

"There's no place I can't go," Zi Nu said.

The theater was frequented by noblewomen; she had no right to enter.

"There's nothing I can't do. I want to see who dares to stop me, unless the theater decides to close down. In Korea, I also have the right to be arrogant and domineering," Yang Che said.

"I'm not a little girl, do you need to use such methods to coax me? If you really care, why don't you go and coax your junior sister?" Zi Nu was moved and almost couldn't contain herself, but she didn't want Yang Che to see it, so she joked and changed the subject.

"Big girls need to be pampered even more," Yang Che said, pinching Zi Nu's ear with a hint of affection.

"No—" Zi Nu quickly turned her head away, feeling a little itchy.

The two remained embraced, sharing their daily lives, oblivious to the passage of time, until the moon was high in the sky. Only then did Zi Nu suddenly snap out of her reverie, quickly pulling away from Yang Che's embrace. She then realized that her clothes had been opened quite a bit, and...

What's more, since she could already see in the dark, she also saw several red finger marks on her chest.

"You—" Zi Nu quickly pulled her clothes together and glared fiercely at Yang Che, but Yang Che only responded with an innocent look.

Zi Nu felt helpless. What could she do when she encountered such a shameless man? She could only accept her fate.

"I'm leaving now. I'll have Nongyu visit you tomorrow night. I want to see if you can still lay a hand on Nongyu." Zi Nu finished packing, left Yang Che with these words, and then disappeared into the darkness.

In the cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Great Art, because Yang Che had selfish motives, Zi Nu was superior to Madam Mingzhu.

Yingge woke up groggily, feeling a slight soreness in her neck, but she couldn't remember anything that had happened before.

What's wrong with me? Yingge rubbed her neck, momentarily bewildered. Had I fallen asleep?

Yingge quickly looked at Yang Che, only to find that Yang Che was already asleep.

Should I make my move? Yingge looked at the sleeping Yang Che. From an assassin's perspective, this was the perfect opportunity for her to act, but she hesitated.

Suddenly, Yingge felt a movement behind her. When she looked back, she only felt a slight ripple, followed by a numbness in her neck, and she instantly lost consciousness.

It was a blue figure. The person lurking in the room looked at Yang Che on the bed and attacked with a palm. However, her attack seemed to be stuck in the quagmire. When she was about a foot away from Yang Che, she could not make an inch.

"Madam's visit so late at night, does she intend to offer herself as a concubine?"

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