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

Xinzheng, the Xiyuan (Opera Garden), though called an opera garden, had long since become a gathering place for aristocratic women.

Here, traditional opera is just one form of entertainment. In addition, you can enjoy hot springs, have clothing custom-made, and have tea together…

If Yang Che were here, the first thing that would come to mind would be the term "high-end club." Unfortunately, he doesn't have that privilege right now, because he's being dragged into drinking by Liu Yi.

On the contrary, Madam Hu was leisurely taking off her clothes, wrapping her mature and charming upper body with a white silk, and walking towards the hot spring pool with her well-proportioned legs.

"Sister, hurry up, stop dawdling. It's just the two of us sisters here, are you shy or something?" Another female voice rang out from the rising steam.

The woman's voice was both soft and charming. Although she spoke lightly, it was melodious and graceful, as gentle as water and as light as the wind.

"You're still so impatient. What's wrong with waiting a bit?" Madam Hu said helplessly, but she quickened her pace, stepped onto the pool, and immersed herself in the warm spring water.

As Madam Hu entered the hot spring, ripples slowly spread outwards. Suddenly, the previously gentle flow of power seemed to be squeezed in by some enormous object.

Before she could even stretch her arms out, Madam Hu quickly closed them to prevent the white silk wrapping from being stretched open.

"Sister, what's there to hide? I've seen it all before." An arm reached out from the water and pulled Madam Hu to the side.

"Little sister, don't be silly." Madam Hu pushed away a smiling face that was sticking up to her, her expression a mixture of helplessness and doting affection.

The person in front of her was her sister, her only relative in the world.

"How am I being silly? We all grew up like this," the man said with a grin, rubbing his face against Mrs. Hu's.

In an instant, two beautiful faces, similar in temperament yet completely different, were pressed together, reflecting each other in the hazy mist, making the entire hot spring even more enchanting.

"But we've all grown up." Mrs. Hu tried to remove her sister's hand from her waist, but she couldn't. Not only could she not remove it, but the mischievous hand also ventured further into the car, climbing upwards.

"We've just grown up, not gotten old, sister. Taking a bath is fine, but don't you feel uncomfortable wrapped up in this?"

With a gasp from Mrs. Hu, she quickly pushed her sister's face away, saying with a hint of reproach, "You have one too, go rub your own if you want."

This beauty, Hu, who outwitted all the other beauties in the Korean royal palace and outshone all the favored concubines, acted like a little girl in this matter.

Surviving in the Han royal palace was already difficult enough, but standing out among all the beauties was even more challenging. She had to carefully please King An of Han, and she also had to be wary of all the seductive and scheming women who wanted to replace her.

In the Korean royal palace, she was walking on thin ice, and even she herself did not know if she could reach the other side.

She could only show her vulnerable side in front of her sister, and only in front of her sister could she truly relax.

"What's the difference?" Madam Hu said with a hint of disdain, but she still hugged her sister's shoulders.

In this world, the two are each other's only support. Hu Meiren needs her sister, and she, as her sister, also needs to enjoy the peace that she could not get from Zuo Sima.

"Sister, this doesn't sound like something you'd say. But why did you decide to come to the theater today? Didn't we just come here two weeks ago?" Hu Meiren asked curiously.

Madam Hu enjoyed listening to operas and often visited the theater, but Consort Hu was different. As a woman in the palace, it wasn't so convenient for her to go out. She had to use many tricks to obtain a favor from Prince Han An, which allowed her to leave the palace once a month to reunite with her sister.

"I'm feeling restless staying at home, so I'm going out for a walk to clear my head," said Madam Hu.

"Feeling upset? Did you and Liu Yi have another argument?" Hu Meiren asked with concern.

"I rarely argue with Liu Yi, there's no need," Madam Hu said indifferently. Her attitude towards Liu Yi was so cold that she had no interest in arguing with him.

"Why is that?" Hu Meiren pressed.

"Liu Yi's nephew has returned from Qi." Madam Hu frowned slightly as she spoke, the handsome and young face appearing in her mind. Five years had passed, and the boy had indeed changed a lot, but Madam Hu believed that it was easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. Only his appearance had changed, but he was still the same person.

"Liu Yi's nephew, is that Yang something, what was it again?" Hu Meiren recalled, but couldn't remember the name. Her sister didn't like Liu Yi, so she naturally wouldn't care much about Liu Yi, her "brother-in-law".

"Yang Che." Madam Hu stirred the water in the pool, her heart filled with even greater agitation.

"Yang Che? I remember now, five years ago Yang Che went to Qi to study at the Jixia Academy, right? Has he returned after completing his studies at the Jixia Academy?" Hu Meiren said suddenly.

"Yes," Madam Hu nodded.

"Then he should be alright, after all, he's a student of the Jixia Academy, he shouldn't be as vulgar as Liu Yi," Hu Meiren pondered.

"All that glitters is not gold," Madam Hu sneered, showing no liking for her nephew, Liu Yi.

"Does your sister really dislike Yang Che?" Hu Meiren became increasingly curious.

"It's disgust." Madam Hu frowned, clearly thinking of something unpleasant.

"Disgust?" Hu Meiren looked at her sister and seemed to understand something in a daze. The person who could make her timid sister express disgust so bluntly was not just someone she disliked.

"Five years ago, he spied on me while I was bathing." Madam Hu sneered. If it weren't for saving face back then...

After so many years, she thought that the lecherous young man from back then would have become more restrained, but today, when they met again, the way he looked at her...

The thought of Yang Che's momentary daze when he looked at her made Madam Hu feel nauseous. Although she disliked Liu Yi, she was still Liu Yi's wife and Yang Che's aunt.

Upon hearing this, Hu Meiren gasped, her ample bosom trembling. This topic was simply too taboo.

"I told Liu Yi that day, but he just blindly favored his nephew. He didn't have any bad intentions. Ha, they're all birds of a feather," Madam Hu said through gritted teeth, feeling both offended and angry at being ignored.

"So, that kid is indeed not a good person. Now that he's back, given Liu Yi's favoritism towards him, you should be careful, sister." Hu Meiren's expression became more serious.

Beneath the glamorous surface of wealthy and powerful families lies the most sordid nature, a sentiment deeply shared by Hu Meiren.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that anymore. I'll just stop giving him the cold shoulder from now on. I don't believe he'll dare to do anything to his aunt." After venting her emotions, Madam Hu felt disheartened. Her life now, and her future, would probably just be like this. She had no expectations; she was just living.

"Sister is right. Let's not think about such troublesome things today. Sister, I heard that a new batch of Shu brocade from Qin has arrived in the East Courtyard. It's very beautiful. Let's go take a look in a while. If we find something we like, we can also make a few dresses while we're at it."

Hu Meiren lazily sank herself into the pool, her mind racing: Sister, you are still too naive. You can't even imagine how filthy people can be. Since that person dares to have such inappropriate thoughts about you, how could he care about his status? It seems I need to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.