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

Before he knew it, the time he had agreed to meet Nongyu had arrived. Yang Che ate dinner early, packed his things, and headed to the imperial road.

"Ache." Just as Yang Che was about to leave, Liu Yi called out to him.

"What are your instructions, Uncle?" Yang Che looked at Liu Yi, who was walking with Madam Hu, with a surprised expression.

"Your aunt also wants to go to the annual festival on the Imperial Road today. I have a gathering with my colleagues in the army tonight, so it's inconvenient for me to accompany her. Since you're going too, you can keep an eye on things so that no one disturbs your aunt," Liu Yi explained.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will protect Aunt well and will never let any villains disturb her good mood," Yang Che assured him.

Although his aunt hadn't given him much of a friendly look since returning to Xinzheng, she had maintained a respectable facade. In addition, for some unknown reason, Yang Che had no reason to resent Madam Hu.

Besides, given what Liu Yi did, it was only natural that Madam Hu wouldn't give him a friendly look. Yang Che had gained a lot of benefits because of Liu Yi, so naturally he had to bear the troubles that came with it.

"I have already made an appointment with my sister. You will take me to the square in front of the palace, and I will meet up with her there," Madam Hu said coldly.

Even though her sister had repeatedly mentioned, either through letters or in front of her, that Yang Che was not incompetent and advised her to ease her relationship with him, Madam Hu simply did not heed her advice.

She may seem gentle, but she is actually quite stubborn. Otherwise, Li Kai wouldn't have been on her mind until now. Without that persistence and tenacity, she wouldn't have lasted this long.

Liu Yi was also quite impatient. Madam Hu was no longer as indifferent to Yang Che as she had been at the beginning, but she was still cold. He couldn't change anything about Madam Hu, so he could only pretend not to see her and maintain a facade of harmony.

"That's wonderful. When Consort Hu leaves the palace, she will surely be protected by skilled guards, even more so than I am." Yang Che's response to Madam Hu's coldness was not enthusiastic either. He understood Madam Hu's coldness, but he still had his emotions.

"What are you so smug about? Hmph, one day you'll be kneeling down and begging me." Yang Che thought with no small amount of malice.

Under Liu Yi's watchful eye, Yang Che and Madam Hu left the mansion. Instead of boarding the carriage parked in front of the mansion gate, they chose to walk.

During the annual festival, if you travel by car, the time spent finding a parking spot will likely be longer than the time spent walking to the imperial road.

Moreover, Liu Yi, as the Left Sima of Han, had an excellent residence, not far from the royal palace and the imperial road. Yang Che and Madam Hu arrived at the royal palace in just a quarter of an hour.

At this time, the imperial road was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. In the square in front of the palace, a huge bonfire was burning. Even from a distance, you could feel the heat of the fire waves passing through the cold air and hitting your face.

Surrounding the bonfire were shamans dressed in primitive clothing and wearing huge masks. Holding torches, they danced around the bonfire in primitive and unorthodox shamanistic steps, chanting incantations that no one else could understand, but which were actually incantations to communicate with the gods of heaven and the spirits of the land.

Madam Hu was already used to this, but Yang Che found it novel.

Yang Che was only interested in watching the show, while Madam Hu ignored him. As a result, the two got along peacefully, neither bothering the other.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Yang Che had memorized all the wizard's dance steps, a group of people appeared from behind them.

"Sister, are you getting impatient?" A soft yet charming voice sounded behind Madam Hu.

"Archer, was the shamanic music good?" the visitor asked Yang Che again.

At this moment, Yang Che also saw the person who came. Unlike the generosity he showed when they met last time, Hu Meiren was much more conservative this time. She was covered by a red cloak, and her small face was mostly hidden by a veil on her head.

"It's alright, the most important thing is the mystery," Yang Che said casually, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Mystery breeds curiosity, and curiosity is the best adornment of beauty," Hu Meiren nodded, seemingly agreeing with Yang Che's words.

"So you are the nephew of the Left Sima, Yang Che, the Imperial Censor appointed by my father." At this moment, a man accompanying Consort Hu spoke up.

He was tall and handsome, with a refined appearance and demeanor. He vaguely resembled King Han An. He was fair-skinned and beardless, and seemed to be young, but his calm and noble bearing made him seem older than a young man. It would be acceptable to say that he was in his twenties or his thirties.

"I forgot to introduce you, Archer. This is the Fourth Prince. His Majesty was worried that something might happen to me, a frail woman, if I left the palace, so he specially entrusted the Fourth Prince to accompany me." Consort Hu stepped aside, allowing Yang Che to face the newcomer directly.

"So it's the Fourth Young Master. I apologize for my rudeness." Yang Che took a step back, spread his sleeves, and bowed.

The fourth young master, Han Yu, is no ordinary person. Although King Han An has many sons, Han Yu is the most special one among them. Whether in terms of talent or prestige, he is the one with the highest standing among all of King Han An's sons.

Especially given the current Crown Prince's incompetence, Han Yu's talent and prestige take on an even more extraordinary significance.

If the crown prince is incompetent and incapable of shouldering great responsibilities, then who will be able to take on such a great task?

In the South Korean court, this is a very delicate issue.

"You're too kind, Imperial Censor Yang. This isn't the imperial court; there's no distinction between ruler and subject here. We're all Koreans here, all Koreans participating in the annual festival." Han Yu also cupped his hands in greeting, neither arrogant nor overly humble, displaying only the demeanor of a royal prince.

"Hypocritical." At this moment, a clear voice came from behind Han Yu, and then a pink figure turned out.

It is a delicate, pink lotus.

Although Han Yu was her older brother, she disliked him completely, unlike her affection for Han Fei. In her eyes, although Han Yu always wore a gentle smile, she couldn't sense even a trace of sincerity in his smile.

She herself is not cunning, so naturally she looks down on those who are cunning.

If it weren't for her father's explicit prohibition against her coming out alone, she wouldn't have come out with Han Yu and Consort Hu, two people she disliked.

"Princess Honglian, I apologize for my rudeness. I just didn't see you earlier." Yang Che couldn't help but smile when he saw the person in front of him.

At this moment, Honglian was wrapped in a thick fur coat, with pink silk on the outside and fur on the inside. The fur coat was both beautiful and soft.

Honglian, however, still had baby fat and was quite chubby. With this extra layer of clothing, she looked even rounder. To make matters worse, she was looking down on everyone and glancing at people with disdain, which made her even more amusing.

"Hypocritical." Honglian snorted coldly. This time, she was referring to Yang Che. Just now, Yang Che had clearly seen it, but he pretended not to. Honglian knew this very well.

Faced with Honglian's two hypocritical words, Han Yu and Yang Che exchanged a smile, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's smiles, and felt a sense of shared misfortune.

"Everyone's here, let's go," Han Yu suggested.

"I'll trouble you, Fourth Young Master, to accompany us bored women shopping tonight." Lady Hu smiled. She also intended to befriend Han Yu, for the women of the harem also needed the support of the court.

"I won't hang out with you hypocrites." Honglian's promise to her father to go out with Han Yu was just a temporary measure. Now that she's made it big, why would she put aside her disgust and go shopping with these people she hates?

After saying this, Honglian wanted to run away, but as soon as she took a step, Han Yu grabbed her by the neck.

"Honglian, there are many people on the Imperial Road tonight, don't be reckless," Han Yu said, pulling Honglian to his side.

Honglian struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free.