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

As they chatted and laughed, they entered the Purple Orchid Pavilion. The hall on the first floor was bustling with people, maids moving about, and scholars and merchants gathered in small groups, talking to each other.

When they saw Liu Yi enter, the merchants' expressions changed one by one, and they hurriedly bowed. As for the scholars, they still had the naiveté and foolishness of someone who had never been out of the world. Faced with Liu Yi, the Left Sima whose reputation did not seem to be very good, they stubbornly pretended not to see him.

Liu Yi was already used to this; the scholars despised his vulgarity, and he never took their false arrogance seriously.

Everyone's come to Zilan Pavilion to have fun, so who's going to look down on whom?

The Zilan Pavilion has four floors. The higher the floor, the higher the price. So even though the first floor was bustling with people, it became noticeably quiet when Yang Che went up to the third floor. There were hardly any people in the corridors, and everyone here was in the private rooms.

Those who can afford to spend money on this floor are either wealthy merchants or officials. However, neither Liu Yi nor Cai Die intended to linger and went straight to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor was even quieter. It wasn't just about having money to get to this floor; only the top elites in South Korea had the privilege of doing so.

Cai Die led the two to the front of VIP room number one, where a sign read "First Class, Number Three" was hung on the door.

"Lord Liu, you've been saving this private room for a long time," Cai Die said, lifting her head from Yang Che's shoulder to address Liu Yi.

"You're very thoughtful." Liu Yi smiled calmly, quite pleased with Cai Die's words. This was a matter of face; even though he hadn't been to Zi Lan Xuan for a long time, the room was still reserved for him.

He wouldn't have thought much of it in the past, but today, he gained a lot of face in front of his nephew, which was something to be happy about.

Sure enough, the next moment Liu Yi looked at Yang Che with a slightly expectant look in his eyes. Yang Che's heart skipped a beat when he saw that look. If it were Nongyu or even Cai Die beside him, it would be a pleasant look. But Liu Yi, a crude and vulgar martial artist with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was just too much of an eyesore.

But what could Yang Che do? He was now someone's nephew, so he could only reluctantly agree, saying, "From small things one can know the big picture, and from a tube one can see the leopard. Today I understand my uncle's status in Korea."

"This shows the wonder of power. A man can be born between heaven and earth and can lack everything except power." Liu Yi laughed heartily.

Cai Die felt disgusted by what she saw. Although Liu Yi was a regular at Zi Lan Xuan, the maids there didn't actually like him. They thought he was ugly and had a vulgar manner. If it weren't for his status as the Left Sima and a guest, they wouldn't have been willing to accompany him.

Of course, to some extent, the reaction of the maids of Zilan Pavilion also confirmed Liu Yi's words. Even if they disliked Liu Yi, they could only serve him carefully in front of him. Doesn't this also prove the beauty of power?

In the face of power, an ugly appearance can be described as unique and ancient, and a vulgar demeanor can be described as unconventional and natural.

"Power?" Yang Che murmured, seemingly acknowledging Liu Yi's words.

The private room was large and nicely furnished. The lights were bright but not glaring, with a warm color scheme. Several small tables were arranged on the left and right, and in the center at the head of the room was a much larger table, behind which was a huge three-panel screen made of purple wood and white gauze, painted with clouds and mist.

Liu Yi strode to the main table, sat down, and then said to Cai Die, "Today, bring out all your finest wines and delicacies, and the dancers and musicians should also be the best."

"With Lord Liu and Imperial Censor Yang here, Zilan Pavilion will naturally provide the highest level of hospitality." Cai Die released Yang Che's arm, walked to a pillar, gently shook a silk thread, and a bell rang out before returning to Yang Che's side.

A short while later, a line of maids carrying trays came and placed plates of delicacies on the table in front of Yang Che and Liu Yi. Then, a maid leading the group came to Liu Yi's side and served him fine wine.

Then dancers and musicians filed in. The musicians hid behind a screen, while the dancers surrounded one person in five groups, stopping at the very center.

First came the sound of the sheng (a type of reed pipe instrument), followed by the sounds of the xiao (a type of vertical flute) and qin (a type of stringed instrument), layer upon layer, to create the music for the dance, and the dancers began to dance gracefully.

With a narrow waist and wide sleeves, embroidered shoes and a silk skirt, her swaying dance moves exude ancient charm.

It must be said that Zilanxuan's ability to gain its current reputation in such a short time is entirely due to its own hard-earned strength.

While enjoying the song and dance performance, Cai Die served wine and food on the side, neither overly lively nor aloof, every movement was just right.

After the dance and music ended, the dancers and musicians withdrew one after another.

At this moment, the butterfly was completely attached to Yang Che's body, with its head resting on Yang Che's shoulder, its face showing a look of intoxication.

For some reason, when she first met Yang Che, she thought he was handsome as he grew up. After getting to know him better, especially after he had been drinking, the smell of alcohol mixed with his aura created an even more intoxicating atmosphere.

Liu Yi saw that the head courtesan of Zilan Pavilion was clinging to Yang Che, feeling both satisfied and surprised. It seemed that he didn't need to teach his nephew anymore. As expected of someone who had returned from Jixia Academy, he had some skills he had learned without a teacher.

Under the intentional or unintentional friction of the colorful butterflies, Yang Che's true energy among flowers flowed automatically, and his mind became clear. Although most of the disciples of the Flower Sect were veterans of the pleasure quarters, they were only romantic, not vulgar. They could be moved by emotions and desires, but they would never be controlled by lust.

Therefore, even with the influence of alcohol and the allure of beauty, Yang Che's hand around Cai Die's waist remained relaxed, either caressing or scratching, neither frivolous nor indifferent.

Under Yang Che's gentle caresses, Cai Die's vigilance as an assassin was gradually soothed. The occasional scratching caused her waist nerves to tremble, and in the midst of calm and excitement, she experienced a feeling she had never had before.

Who exactly is he? He's too good at this. Cai Die wasn't drunk, but her heart was already a little tipsy. Looking at Yang Che with hazy eyes, she couldn't help but have this question.

On the other side, seeing that his nephew had already figured things out and didn't need him to worry about him at all, perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, or perhaps because his true colors were about to be revealed, Liu Yi became increasingly unrestrained. He had already slipped his hand inside the clothes of the maid beside him and was kneading her wantonly, causing the maid to let out a soft moan and tremble.

However, Yang Che maintained a close but not overly intimate relationship with Cai Die, which displeased Liu Yi. Of course, his dissatisfaction was not directed at Yang Che, but at Cai Die.

In his view, Yang Che was a novice after all, and it was understandable that he didn't understand many things, but Cai Die was the top courtesan of Zi Lan Xuan, so there was no question that she didn't understand.

The only explanation for Yang Che's seemingly naive behavior, in his view, was that Cai Die was just trying to appease him.

Determined to show Yang Che the beauty of women tonight, Liu Yi pushed aside the maid beside him and said arrogantly, "Miss Cai Die, are you taking advantage of A Che because this is his first time at Zi Lan Xuan? Is this how you treat a guest? Let me tell you, A Che is not one of those naive young men you think he is, he..."

Liu Yi hesitated for a moment as he spoke, and just when he didn't know what to say, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Ache also has a little lover in your Zilan Pavilion."

"Hmm?" Liu Yi paused for a moment after speaking, as if he suddenly remembered something.

Cai Die was also taken aback. Did Yang Che have a lover in Zi Lan Xuan?

That's impossible. Someone of Yang Che's status would have a strong impression of her if he had really been to Zilan Pavilion. Moreover, he had a lover, and the word "lover" in his name makes it even more unusual.

Although Zilan Pavilion was a place of pleasure, its interior was still quite refined.

"Right, Archer wouldn't be worried about his little lover, would he?" Liu Yi finally realized what was going on and said, "Archer, where's your little lover at Zilan Pavilion? Why don't you call him out to meet us?"

"Imperial Censor Yang? I wonder which young lady Lord Liu is referring to?" Cai Die's heart tightened; Liu Yi's words revealed something unusual.

Could it be that one of the younger sisters is secretly having an affair with an outsider behind the back of her older sister Zi Nu's back?

Zilan Pavilion is ostensibly a brothel, but it is secretly operated by other entities. If someone were to leak Zilan Pavilion's secrets, the consequences would be unpredictable.

For a moment, Liu Yi and Cai Die, with their different thoughts and identities, both looked at Yang Che, waiting for his answer.