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

Chapter 167 The Witch's Greed

"You were faking illness after all." Lady Mingzhu, dressed in a deep blue robe, looked at Yang Che late at night and said with almost certainty.

She was already skeptical about Yang Che's incurable illness. In Madam Mingzhu's mind, good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years.

People only thought of Yang Che as a refined gentleman and a loyal minister of the country, but Lady Mingzhu knew very well that the real Yang Che was actually very bad.

Would a good person collude with a seductive concubine in the imperial harem? Would a good person, who could slaughter countless people in Nanyang, seduce a naive and innocent young princess?

Would a good person think of replacing Ji Wuye? Would a good person think of colluding with her to plot against Snow Robe Fortress?

"What if I really am sick?" Yang Che said lazily after Madam Mingzhu exposed the truth.

To be honest, from this angle of lying on the bed, you can see a very different view. Lady Mingzhu's frame is a size larger than Zi Nu and Nong Yu's, but this does not make her look bulky at all. On the contrary, it creates a unique domineering charm that belongs to Lady Mingzhu.

Madam Mingzhu also noticed Yang Che's prying gaze, but she not only didn't care, she stepped forward so that Yang Che could see her more clearly.

She has always been very generous to Yang Che.

"What illness? My ailment?" Lady Mingzhu mocked. In the past, Yang Che had always been the one to control her. Opportunities like this, where the roles of offense and defense were reversed, were rare, and she naturally did not want to let them slip by.

"That's why we need Madam's supreme medicine." As Yang Che spoke, he stretched out his arm and put his arm around Madam Mingzhu's waist.

Such a beautiful woman visiting so late at night—how could I possibly miss it?

Previously, Yang Che and Lady Mingzhu had always met in the palace, so it was impossible for anything to happen between them. But this time was different.

Lady Mingzhu sneaked out of the palace and came here late at night. How could we not cherish this friendship?

Yang Che took Madam Mingzhu's arm without using much force, and Madam Mingzhu took the initiative to press herself against him. Since she dared to come here so late at night, she must have been prepared.

Although Yang Che and she were in a cooperative relationship, she actually needed Yang Che more than Yang Che needed her. Yang Che was her only hope to defeat her cousin and take control of Snow Robe Fortress. As for her, she was just a pawn for Yang Che to obtain information about the inner palace.

Therefore, Yang Che was more important to Madam Mingzhu.

Yang Che's reluctance to teach her the subsequent techniques of the Heavenly Demon Art deepened Madam Mingzhu's understanding of the situation, and she felt a sense of crisis.

Therefore, she was going to take a gamble. Besides, she wasn't necessarily going to lose out in this situation. Yang Che wasn't like Han Wang'an. From a woman's perspective, Yang Che was definitely a treasure.

Therefore, if this relationship can be used to deepen the bond between the two, it may also allow one to obtain the subsequent techniques of the Heavenly Demon Great Art, Ming

No matter how she thought about it, Madam Zhu didn't feel that she had suffered a loss.

She has been in the palace for more than ten years. Although she has always insisted on certain things, how could she not have a little impulse?

So this time it's not that I'm sacrificing myself, but that I also need a man.

The domineering Lady Mingzhu is naturally not a timid woman like Zi Nu; she is more wild and unrestrained.

Therefore, Yang Che was merely testing the waters, but what he received in return was a display of wildness.

The pearl belonging to the Han royal palace has fully blossomed, revealing its true brilliance.

As the clouds dispersed and the rain subsided, Lady Mingzhu, who had transformed into a tide demon, pressed down on the restless hand and said breathlessly, "You really are no good person."

"Would a good person do that?" Yang Che clenched his fist, jokingly.

Indeed, the Tide Demoness was not only a weapon of mass destruction but also a weapon of celestial demons.

Like a rushing torrent, though it lacks the softness of piled clouds, its powerful impact is a rare and delightful experience.

"Then why would our bad guys pretend to be sick?"

Madam Mingzhu did not take the opportunity to ask Yang Che for the Heavenly Demon Technique, but instead became concerned about another matter.

"I've encountered some minor troubles," Yang Che recounted, repeating the explanation he had given Zi Nu before.

"If you keep backing down in this matter, I'm afraid it won't solve the problem. Instead, it will only embolden Ji Wuye. The greed of the Nightfall is beyond your imagination." Mingzhu, who had become one of her people in every sense, naturally didn't want to see Yang Che controlled by Ji Wuye, as that was not in her interest.

Of course, Madam Mingzhu would never admit that Yang Che had served her quite comfortably earlier as well.

"Of course not, this matter must be resolved eventually," Yang Che said.

"Liu Yi is your weakness, and the best way to eliminate a weakness is to make it disappear completely." Madam Mingzhu suddenly stood up, placing her hands on either side of Yang Che's body, looking down at him with a wild, cruel, and alluring air.

Compared to Zi Nu, she is the most suitable successor of the Yin Gui Sect and the best candidate to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Great Art.

"You witch, how dare you do this!" Yang Che suddenly got angry, raised his neck slightly, and bit Mingzhu's vital spot with hatred.

"Be gentle, if you bite them and break them, you'll be the one who feels bad. They'll all belong to you in the future." Madam Mingzhu was quick-witted, and the slight pain in her chest was replaced by a sweet laugh.

If Yang Che is willing to be ruthless even towards his own uncle Liu Yi in order to eliminate future troubles, then she should carefully consider her own situation. In future cooperation with Yang Che, she should leave herself a backup plan to avoid being betrayed by Yang Che when necessary or out of necessity.

Fortunately, the test went quite well, which put Lady Mingzhu in a good mood. Faced with Yang Che's attack, she directly suppressed him, plunging him into chaos.

Beyond Yang Che's obstructed view, a smile played on Madam Mingzhu's lips. If Yang Che had given a different answer, she would have been alerted, but also a little saddened. After all, in a sense, Yang Che would be her man in the future.

How could she not be disappointed when her man resorted to any means to achieve his goals?

Although she herself seemed to be that kind of person, she didn't want her man to be the same.

She may not be a good person, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like bad people. She's just bad, not twisted.

As the tide rises and falls, the east gradually turns white.

The parrot woke up groggily again and looked around. Everything seemed the same, but something felt off.

How could I have fallen asleep? Yingge subconsciously moved her neck, but felt a sharp pain.

"That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that he has a stiff neck?" Yingge looked at Yang Che in confusion, only to see that Yang Che had already woken up.

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