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

Yang Che saw the woman walking towards him from afar. She appeared to be around thirty years old, with a slender figure. Her brows, though not furrowed, already showed a hint of sorrow, and her eyes, though not curved, revealed a deep melancholy, shimmering with an unspoken sadness.

Wearing a light green padded jacket, perhaps because the jacket was too thick, her upper body appeared somewhat bulky, outlining a towering line in front of her body. As the line undulated, it suddenly narrowed downwards, outlining a different kind of simple yet breathtakingly slender and full figure.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, without any hair ornaments, letting it fall freely in front of her, obscuring half of her face. But this did not diminish her beauty in the slightest; instead, it shrouded her in a hazy sadness.

is her!

Yang Che immediately understood the woman's identity.

In The Legend of Qin, he represents the pinnacle of a sorrowful widow.

Even with beauties like the alluring Yan Ling Ji, the pure Nong Yu, the intellectual Zi Nu, the spoiled Hong Lian, and the stunning Chao Nu Yao before her, she still possesses her own unique charm.

She is the eldest daughter of Huoyu Gong of Baiyue, the elder sister of the favorite concubine of the King of Han, the birth mother of Nongyu, the popular Qin player of Zilan Pavilion, the lover whom Li Kai, the former Right Sima of Han, never forgot until his death, and the future first widow of Han, Lady Hu.

Of course, none of these identities matter to Yang Che, because for Yang Che now, Madam Hu has only one identity: his aunt.

"You're back. I've already had the servants prepare hot water and clothes. You take Archer to wash up. I'll go check on the kitchen." Madam Hu naturally moved away from Liu Yi's arm that was reaching for her, said this in a low voice, and left.

Liu Yi awkwardly withdrew his arm, glancing at Madam Hu's retreating figure with some displeasure, but dared not show it. He could only sheepishly explain to Yang Che:

"Your aunt hasn't been in a good mood lately. It's not that she's deliberately neglecting you. About two weeks ago, your aunt personally brought people to clean up the east courtyard. She remembered that you liked living in high places since you were little, so she specially arranged your bedroom in the attic of the east courtyard."

"My aunt is indeed a very thoughtful person," Yang Che echoed, naturally cooperating with Liu Yi's forced attempt to save face. As for Liu Yi's explanation, he didn't believe a word of it.

Others might not know about the affair between Liu Yi and Madam Hu, but how could he, as a time traveler, not know?

The love-hate relationship between two men and one woman at Huoyu Manor back then was quite fascinating, although Liu Yi's role in that story was rather unglamorous.

Madam Hu not only had no affection for Liu Yi, but also felt a deep disgust for him. Because of this hatred, it would be strange if she had any good feelings towards Yang Che, Liu Yi's nephew. The fact that she could maintain harmony on the surface was already thanks to Madam Hu's upbringing as a lady from a prominent family.

"Yes, your aunt has always been meticulous, especially towards those she cares about," Liu Yi said with a laugh. Seeing that Yang Che believed his words, he felt relieved.

Although his wife was very cold to him, he did not want his nephew to see this, because it would make him, as the uncle, look very incompetent.

"Let's go wash up first. You must have suffered a lot on your journey." Liu Yi pulled Yang Che towards the east courtyard.

At the servants' service, Yang Che soaked happily in the bath. It must be said that in the memories of a transmigrator, Liu Yi was just a minor character, but after the world of anime became real due to the transmigration, Liu Yi was no longer a minor character.

With the position of Left Sima vacant in the Korean military, aside from General Ji Wuye and Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei, Liu Yi was the only Left Sima in the entire Korean military.

Holding military power and being related to King An of Han, he was a powerful figure in Xinzheng and even in the state of Han.

"Life is truly unpredictable. Time and space have reversed, and I've actually become Liu Yi's nephew. He's a good uncle, but not a good person." Yang Che rolled over in the bathtub and lay on the edge of the tub.

"According to the current timeline, it will be two or three years before the story of 'Nine Songs of the Sky' takes place, but that doesn't concern me much," Yang Che muttered helplessly to himself.

Who would have thought that after awakening his memories of his past life, his greatest reliance would be Liu Yi, the person who played an unsavory role in The Legend of Qin.

After soaking away his fatigue, Yang Che changed into a brand new set of clothes and wrapped a thick leather cloak around his body before stepping out of the bathroom.

"Good, good, my nephew is indeed handsome. With such looks, he'll surely charm countless young ladies in Xinzheng. Ah Che, you do your best. When you achieve success, I'll definitely find you a good marriage." Liu Yi looked Yang Che up and down, becoming more and more satisfied with him.

"Marriage?" Yang Che was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Now that he had the memories of his past life, what should he do?

In an instant, the word "marriage" triggered a string of names to flash through his mind: Zi Nu, Yan Ling Ji, Jing Ni, Yan Fei, Chao Nu Yao, Nong Yu, Hong Lian, Shao Siming...

Finally, Madam Hu's name appeared, startling Yang Che so much that he quickly pulled himself back to reality. He couldn't think about her; it was immoral.

"You're not young anymore. With your looks, nephew, and my power, as long as you make a name for yourself, I can even let you marry the most favored little princess, Honglian." Liu Yi confidently painted a tempting picture for Yang Che.

The delicate pink lotus seeds are indeed delicious.

However, that group of people is poisonous.

"That might be a bit difficult," Yang Che said. Others might not know his level as a student of the Jixia Academy, but how could he not know?

Jixia Academy, as the most famous and prestigious academy in the world, is a gathering place for masters of various schools of thought and the best talents in the world. Of course, it also has its share of scoundrels like him who were sent in by Liu Yi through money.

He spent five years at the Jixia Academy, initially studying law, but only received a passing grade in the year-end exam. Feeling arrogant, he angrily switched to studying Mohism, but he had no talent for mathematics and couldn't even draw basic mechanical designs. He then switched to studying military strategy, but after half a year, he hadn't learned much and was almost killed in a military drill.

After lying in the doctor's house for three months, he refused to return to the soldier's house and stubbornly stayed there, saying he wanted to learn medicine to save people. As a result, at the end of the year, he caught a cold and thought he had made some progress in his medical skills. He wrote a prescription himself and almost sent himself to his death.

In shock, he switched to studying Confucianism. Fortunately, Confucianism advocates education for all, so he managed to graduate.

With his talent and ability to excel at nothing, it's hopeless for him to make a name for himself in the imperial court.

"What's so difficult about that? Archer is a genius, it's no problem at all." Liu Yi didn't think his nephew was a good-for-nothing.

As the two were talking, they arrived at the central hall, where servants and maids brought out delicacies, but Madam Hu was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Yi's face darkened. In daily life, he was always tolerant of Madam Hu, but today his nephew had returned from Jixia Academy. This banquet was both a family feast and a welcome-back feast. Madam Hu, as his aunt, should have been there to accompany him, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Madam?" Liu Yi asked a maid with a dark expression.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Madam has gone to the theater at the invitation of Consort Hu in the palace." Seeing Liu Yi's dark face, the maid felt fear and her voice trembled slightly.

"Hu Meiren?" Liu Yi's dark face froze instantly.

Lady Hu was gentle and easy to manipulate, but her younger sister, Lady Hu, was different. She was a woman who could thrive in a place like the royal palace, and no one dared to underestimate her.

More importantly, Consort Hu was the favorite concubine of the King of Han, but the current King of Han was not a wise ruler. The combination of a beauty and a foolish king was quite terrifying.

The reason why Liu Yi has not dared to break ties with Madam Hu all these years and has endured Madam Hu's cold violence is not only because he loves Madam Hu very much and is reluctant to part with her, but also because he is wary of Madam Hu's younger sister.

"It's good that the woman isn't home; it's perfect for the two of us to have a good drink." Liu Yi, wary of her, could only change his tone; that woman was someone he truly couldn't afford to offend.