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

Chapter 169 A Cure

Han Fei stepped forward, first greeting Yang Che, but then instead of directly stating his request, he inquired about Yang Che's condition.

"My illness is a mental one, but it has already shown signs of improvement. I only need one last ingredient to cure it completely. However, I need Brother Han to plan this ingredient carefully," Yang Che said with a smile.

Once Han Fei has investigated the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the supplies, Yang Che will be fully recovered. As for what Ji Wuye will think at that time, that is no longer important. Yang Che will never give Ji Wuye a second chance to manipulate him.

"A mental illness?" Han Fei seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't say much. Instead, he explained his purpose: "All the evidence points to General Ji Wuye. However, as Sikong Qian said before, pursuing Ji Wuye's crimes is secondary. The most important thing is to recover the 100,000 taels of gold."

Han Fei paused here, looking expectantly at Yang Che. Even at this point, he still maintained a mysterious and inscrutable demeanor, waiting for Yang Che to ask further questions so that he could answer them, thus satisfying a certain quirk of his own.

Unfortunately, Yang Che was now surrounded by beauties, so how could he let Han Fei have such ulterior motives? Therefore, when Han Fei paused, Yang Che naturally took the teacup from Hong Lian's hand and slowly began to drink.

Han Fei's pupils contracted slightly. Was his younger sister's movement a little too practiced?

However, Honglian's next action reassured Han Fei somewhat. She poured him another cup of tea and handed it to him. Han Fei took the tea, took a small sip, and was immediately struck by its aroma. The tea was fragrant and enticing, and it turned out to be one of the world's finest teas. Such a high-quality tea was rare even in the royal palace.

Yang Che has such good tea here.

"Brother, this is Snow-Topped Silver Shuttle from Shu. In Qin, it was specially used as tribute to the Qin King's palace. It's a famous tea among famous teas, and it's quite different from the expensive Snow-Topped Silver Shuttle teas circulating in the market," Honglian introduced to Han Fei, acting like the hostess.

"So that's how it is? No wonder it was a little different. It turns out it's tea that was offered as tribute to the Qin King's palace. But how come Sikong has such a treasure here?" Han Fei asked curiously.

"It was sent by the Queen Dowager of Zhao from the Qin state," Honglian smugly hummed.

Looking at the smug Honglian, Han Fei could not bear to look at her. The tea was given to Yang Che by Empress Dowager Zhao. Honglian, why are you so proud of yourself?

Han Fei wasn't the only one who couldn't bear to look; Yang Che felt the same way.

Sure enough, no secret could be kept from Honglian. Before Han Fei could even ask anything, Honglian had already revealed all his secrets.

"That's right, when he—my cousin—was sent as an envoy to Qin, he was highly regarded by the Queen Dowager of Zhao," Honglian boasted.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to address Yang Che. She certainly couldn't be distant, but since he was in front of her brother Han Fei, she couldn't appear too close. In the end, she thought of calling him her cousin.

However, she was overthinking it. There was no need for her to hide anything, because Han Fei could see it clearly. Even if Honglian suddenly brought up her wedding date with Yang Che, Han Fei would not be surprised.

"Honglian, please stop praising me. It makes me feel embarrassed," Yang Che said, feigning embarrassment.

Han Fei was heartbroken and only wanted to finish the matter as soon as possible and leave. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

At this moment, the girl in green turned her head to one side, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly unable to suppress her laughter.

Only then did Han Fei notice the girl in green. When his gaze turned to her, he was immediately struck by her beauty. She was a girl whose looks were in no way inferior to Hong Lian's. In particular, her gentle and warm temperament was unique, possessing the tenderness and brightness of a spring breeze.

This guy's life is truly colorful. Han Fei composed himself and said directly to Yang Che, "I have a plan on how to get the gold back, but I still need an army to retrieve the military pay, so I have come here to ask the Minister of Works for help."

"This is simple. I just happened to bring back eight hundred men this time, so I'll give you five hundred. Is that enough?" Yang Che said knowingly, without asking how Han Fei had recovered the military pay.

"That's enough. Ji Wuye shouldn't have too many people to guard the gold." Han Fei's heart tightened. He had come to the right place. In Xinzheng, apart from his father in the palace, the only one who could deal with Ji Wuye was Yang Che in front of him.

"Zhenzhen, go and call Qiancheng here," Yang Che said, kicking a beautiful woman in a flowing dress at the end of the soft couch.

"Yes, Lord Sikong." The beautiful woman called Zhenzhen smiled charmingly and gracefully left.

Han Fei pretended not to notice, but Hong Lian's cheeks puffed out slightly, clearly showing some emotion, though she didn't overdo it.

Keep it in mind.

Zhenzhen was one of the four beauties that Ji Wuye gave to Yang Che. Apart from the unsociable Yingge, the other three girls were named Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian by Yang Che. The three beauties naturally accepted the names happily and thanked Yang Che profusely.

As for their real names? They've selectively forgotten them. They came from farming families and were sold by their parents. What good names could they possibly have back then? Nothing more than something like Niu Niu or Ya Ya. Now they wear fine silks and live in high-rise buildings. Calling them by those names would be too strange.

Soon, a young man in armor arrived at the inner courtyard.

After giving his instructions, Yang Che sent Han Qiancheng out to mobilize troops, while Han Fei stayed in the inner courtyard to chat with Yang Che. Once Han Qiancheng had made preparations, Han Fei could go to the General's Mansion to outwit and outmaneuver Ji Wuye, forcing Ji Wuye to reveal himself.

With a moment to himself, Han Fei observed Yang Che. He noticed that Yang Che's complexion was rosy, a stark contrast to his previous visit when he was on the verge of death. Had Yang Che encountered some kind of miracle doctor in just a few days?

"It seems that Sikong is a lucky man and will recover soon," Han Feimei said, trying to make conversation.

"It's mainly a mental illness, and mental illnesses are difficult to cure. But I just happened to meet a miracle doctor who is most skilled at treating mental illnesses," Yang Che said.

"A mental illness?" Han Fei muttered to himself, feeling that Yang Che's words had a hidden meaning.

Han Fei stayed there for a while longer before taking his leave. He was about to face an even greater challenge.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, you'll be cured soon." With Han Fei gone, the girl in green, Nongyu, no longer needed to worry about anything and said to Yang Che with a smile.

"Yes, I'll be cured soon." Yang Che nodded. Although he had been living a comfortable life while pretending to be sick, with Honglian and Nongyu keeping him company during the day and succubi entertaining him at night, a sick person is a sick person, and it would be better to be fully recovered.