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

The group was enjoying the festive atmosphere of the New Year's festival when they unknowingly arrived at a place. Yang Che thought it was nothing out of the ordinary, but Zi Nu, Nong Ren, and the other two stopped.

"Is there anything special about this place?" Yang Che looked at the three women, and then followed their gaze to a peach tree.

It grew on a street, its outstretched branches reaching over the imperial road. In the spring, someone would prune these overstepping branches, but in this winter, no one paid them any attention.

"When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, this peach tree is very beautiful. Under its huge canopy, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. From a distance, it looks like a pink ocean. With the spring breeze, you can smell the fragrance of peach blossoms from afar," Nongyu recalled.

"Such a huge peach tree is indeed very rare. If the peach blossoms were in full bloom, it would be a magnificent sight." As Nongyu described it, a picture had already appeared in Yang Che's mind.

"It's a pity that it's already deep winter, but there are still several months until the peach blossoms bloom next year," Nongyu said regretfully.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they cannot bloom forever. Can the happiness I have now last forever? Nongyu felt sorry for herself as she looked at the peach tree, but she was thinking of herself in the peach blossoms.

"It is precisely because of the regret of flowers falling that people love the time when flowers bloom even more. Without the reflection of falling flowers, the time when flowers bloom would not be so amazing," Zi Nu comforted her from the side.

Honglian stared intently, scanning everyone up and down. Although she wasn't interested in making friends, she was still very curious about the relationship between the girls and Yang Che.

Even now, Honglian hasn't given up on her initial idea: to thwart Consort Hu's conspiracy and remove Yang Che from the court. Tonight, she's caught Yang Che red-handed; all she needs is concrete evidence...

As Honglian thought about it, the corners of her eyes gradually curved downwards, revealing an evil smile.

Although peach blossoms cannot bloom in the cold winter, the evil red lotus has already blossomed.

"I know that it is precisely because of loss that gain becomes all the more precious." Nongyu nodded. No matter what the future holds, at least things are good now, and that is enough.

"What are you all talking about? Loss, precious things. If you want to see flowers, just wait for spring. Why are you talking about this? Isn't it boring?" Honglian muttered. She was at an age where she was innocent and carefree, and she had no interest in being sentimental. Not only was she not sentimental herself, but she also couldn't stand sentimental people.

Little did she know that Zi Nu and Nong Yu were speaking words, but they were referring to people.

Seeing the two women suddenly lost in philosophical thought, Yang Che looked at the bare branches overhead and suddenly said, "Who says you can't see peach blossoms in the dead of winter? Even in winter, if you like it, you can still see them."

"Senior brother?" Nongyu looked at Yang Che in surprise. Could peach blossoms bloom even in winter?

"Wait for me here, I'll be right back," Yang Che said.

He then said a few more words to Honglian, who muttered a couple of things but still chose to stay where she was. Only then did Yang Che run towards the place where the artisans in the East District lived.

Zi Nu and Nong Yu exchanged glances, wondering what Yang Che was up to. Hong Lian, on the other hand, was lost in thought, recalling the words Yang Che had just whispered in her ear.

Can you see flowers blooming in winter?

Yang Che left quickly, but it took him quite a while to return.

When Yang Che left, he was all alone, but when he returned, he had become a peddler carrying a load of goods.

Zi Nu stared in astonishment at Yang Che, who had transformed into a peddler, her image of him once again being overturned.

"Yang Che, what exactly do you want? Let me tell you, you've kept this princess waiting for so long. If you can't satisfy this princess next, I'll speak ill of you to my father and make sure you can't become an imperial censor." Honglian greeted Yang Che with her little leather boots, threatening him arrogantly.

"We'll have to wait a bit longer." Yang Che put down the load, stretched his shoulders. The load was still quite heavy, and he was in a hurry. He was really exhausted from the journey.

Seeing Yang Che's sweaty forehead, Nongyu stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and handed it to Yang Che. Yang Che took it, wiped his forehead haphazardly, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Miss Zi Nu, you should know that heaven will not fail those who have a heart. As long as you have the will, even in the dead of winter, you can still see peach blossoms in full bloom." Yang Che looked at Zi Nu with a burning passion in his eyes.

Will Heaven help those who are determined? Meeting Yang Che's gaze, Zi Nu's heart skipped a beat. She thought of Yang Che's abrupt words in her ear not long ago. Was that what he meant by "determined"?

This heart is probably lustful, isn't it?

"Some things are beyond human control," Zi Nu said calmly. Yang Che's methods might be effective against Nong Yu, but who is she? She can withstand Yang Che's limited abilities.

"That's not necessarily true." Yang Che didn't argue with Zi Nu. He opened one side of the carrying pole, revealing its true form: a furnace.

As air rushed in, the scorching embers in the furnace emitted a crimson glow. Yang Che then took out a bag of dirty debris from the other side of the carrying pole, used it as a furnace, and flicked flames. The intense heat of the flames made Honglian, who had wanted to go closer to take a look, quickly take two steps back.

My eyebrows were almost burned.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Honglian asked, her voice muffled as she clutched her nearly destroyed eyebrow.

"You'll find out soon enough." Yang Che fanned the fire in the stove to make it burn brighter, then took out a wooden board and some sawdust, placed the sawdust on the board, and poured water on it.

Zi Nu, Nong Yu, and Cai Die looked at the busy Yang Che and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

As the furnace temperature continued to rise, the dirty debris gradually melted and turned into a reddish-brown liquid. Only then did Zi Nu and the others realize that the debris was actually iron filings.

South Korea is world-renowned for its military equipment, and one of the more important reasons is that South Korea's iron smelting technology is the best among the seven countries. Zi Nu and her companions are no strangers to iron.

But iron is a weapon of slaughter, so what does it have to do with the flowers that Yang Che mentioned?

Although iron has a high melting point, melting iron filings is not difficult. In just over fifteen minutes, the iron filings in the furnace have turned into molten iron.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yang Che used pliers to take out the crucible and carefully poured the molten iron liquid onto the wood chips that were already soaked with water on the wooden board.

Yang Che then picked up the wooden board again and said to the women, "Make way for them."

At this moment, many people participating in the annual festival on the imperial road also noticed the unusual situation. Four beautiful women were surrounding a man who was busy in front of the furnace. No matter how you looked at it, the scene seemed strange.

As we all know, people are curious creatures, and the unique art style here naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"Everyone, make way, make way!" Yang Che shouted loudly.

However, Yang Che's words seemed to have no effect; instead, they only fueled their curiosity.

"Princess, please help me." Helpless, Yang Che could only ask Honglian for help.

"Hmm?" Honglian raised an eyebrow, quite pleased with Yang Che's plea for help. See? When it really matters, you still have to rely on me.

Feeling smug, Honglian put her hands on her hips, pointed arrogantly at the crowd surrounding her, and shouted, "Get out of my way! Do you know who I am? I am Princess Honglian! If anyone doesn't move out of my way, I'll have my father send troops to arrest you all and throw you in jail!"

Sure enough, when faced with such a situation, it's best to open the door and let Honglian go.

With Honglian's shout, the crowd that had been gathering to watch the spectacle instantly dispersed.

Honglian was very satisfied with the effect she had achieved. She proudly raised her chin at Yang Che and said, "The people have dispersed. Hurry up, I want to see what you're up to."