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

After the incident with the fire meteor, Honglian's attitude towards Yang Che improved significantly. Along the way, she took the initiative to find topics to chat with Yang Che, while Zi Nu and the others fell into silence.

The imperial road is long and offers many things to enjoy, but as time goes by, its splendor will eventually come to an end.

As dawn approached, more and more people gathered around the square. Soon after, Chancellor Zhang Ping and General Ji Wuye would lead the imperial procession from the Taipu Mansion into the city through the south gate of Xinzheng. They would proceed north along the imperial road until they reached the palace gate, where they would respectfully invite King Han An out of the palace and escort him to the Altar of the Land and Grain to offer sacrifices to the gods of the land and grain.

After the sacrificial ceremony, King An of Han would throw coins at the people in front of the altar of the land and grain, sharing the joy with them. At that time, it would attract a large number of people to gather there.

Yang Che was very interested in this. Although they were not short of money, some of them liked to join in the fun.

"Among the scattered coins, there will be three gold coins. Gold coins are not only wealth, but also boundless good fortune. If I can catch a gold coin, I will definitely treasure it." Honglian said to Yang Che with longing.

As a princess, she had no shortage of gold coins, but gold coins that symbolized good luck were completely different.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to fulfill the princess's wish," Yang Che replied.

"Why?" Honglian asked bluntly, unaware of the trap in Yang Che's words.

Yang Che's gaze swept over Hong Lian and finally landed on the top of her head. Hong Lian's gaze followed Yang Che's gaze. At first, she didn't react, but when she saw Yang Che's gaze move to the shoulders of the crowd, she realized what was happening.

"You bastard, he's saying I'm short!" Realizing what was happening, Honglian angrily kicked Yang Che in the shin.

Yang Che, who was deeply engrossed in his flower-viewing, was not about to be kicked by Hong Lian. He moved swiftly and appeared behind Hong Lian, pressing down on her shoulder to prevent her from falling over due to missing her kick.

Honglian turned around in shock to look at Yang Che, who was now behind her. Her anger turned into a gleam of light, and her bright eyes looked at Yang Che with curiosity as she eagerly asked, "How did you do that?"

Before Yang Che could answer, the crowd in the distance dispersed like rivers flowing to both sides of the imperial road. A convoy of carriages approached, and armored soldiers arrived, guarding both sides of the central lane of the imperial road.

At the head of the procession was a middle-aged scholar-official on horseback, with a long beard hanging down in front of him, exuding an air of nobility and elegance.

"Prime Minister Zhang Ping?" A name surfaced in Yang Che's mind.

Jang Pyong, the current head of the Jang family in South Korea, succeeded his father Jang Kai-di as prime minister five years ago. The succession of father and son as prime ministers of South Korea was a remarkable story and also solidified the Jang family's unshakeable position in the South Korean civil service system.

Even the most powerful generals were extremely wary of the Zhang family.

However, Yang Che was somewhat puzzled at this moment. In his memory, he had only heard the name Zhang Ping in the plot of "Nine Songs of the Sky", but never saw him. The prime minister in the plot was his father, Zhang Kaidi, not Zhang Ping.

Yang Che looked at the burly man on horseback on the other side of the royal carriage with a puzzled expression. It was General Ji Wuye, who was dressed in iron armor with a red robe over it. He had a simple and fierce appearance. Although he was not handsome, he had a fierce and domineering aura.

With civil and military leaders joining together to welcome King Han, the annual festival is about to reach its climax tonight.

Suddenly, Yang Che seemed to sense something and looked sharply at the crowd opposite him. In the crowded throng, a figure was slowly retreating.

Back off?

At this moment, don't people all want to step forward and see more clearly?

Why would someone back down?

Was he really backing down?

Of course, Yang Che's doubts were only momentary, because what happened next left him no time to think about it.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred. Many torches were thrown out of the darkness and thrown at the crowd, which quickly descended into chaos. Even the armored soldiers who were maintaining the passage for the carriages were affected, resulting in a period of confusion.

"Back off! Back off! Anyone who dares to advance will be killed without mercy!" Faced with the chaos, General Ji Wuye swiftly issued a cruel military order.

"General, you must not kill indiscriminately!" Zhang Ping hurriedly stopped them. If the soldiers were allowed to draw their weapons, countless Korean civilians would die in the chaos.

Amidst the chaotic crowd, Yang Che had no other choice but to grab Honglian's arm, pull her into his embrace, and shield her in front of him.

If a stampede occurs in the chaotic crowd, the consequences will be unimaginable. If Honglian is really injured as a result, he will have no choice but to flee South Korea overnight.

As for Nongyu, with Zi Nu and Cai Die by her side, her safety is assured.

Honglian was held in Yang Che's arms, her mind in a state of chaos. She was constantly being jolted by the chaotic crowd, and she was completely dazed. She felt no fear, nor did she know what to do. She could only passively be held by Yang Che and move in the direction of the surging crowd.

Amidst the chaotic and crowded throng, Yang Che staggered about. Suddenly, his gaze followed the figure that had been behaving strangely. He had only looked instinctively, not expecting to find the person again, but he unexpectedly saw that figure once more.

Almost the instant he saw the figure, the figure suddenly sprang up, its cloak falling away, transforming into a black afterimage that rushed straight towards Zhang Ping.

The armored soldiers guarding Zhang Ping's left and right also reacted by this time, but they had been scattered by the rioters. Although some armored soldiers still held up their guns and shields to block around Zhang Ping, their defensive strength had been greatly reduced.

Out of the corner of Yang Che's eye, he only saw a sword light emerge from the man's waist, which then transformed into two sword lights, one long and one short, creating numerous afterimages. Wherever they passed, spears were broken and shields shattered.

"An assassin?" Yang Che already understood.

"Protect the master!" The figure charged at the armored soldiers, and none of them could stop him. In just a few breaths, he had torn through the soldiers' defenses.

At this moment, Yang Che could no longer see the chaos in the crowd. With the assassination attempt, the crowd became even more chaotic, and no one could stop the chaos. In the crowd of thousands, the power of an individual was insignificant. Even Yang Che could only try his best to protect Hong Lian and go with the flow.

Going against the tide will only result in being trampled to pieces.

"Yang Che, Yang Che, what happened?" Honglian had long lost her previous spoiled and arrogant demeanor, leaving only helpless fear.

In the surging crowd, a person is like a withered leaf falling into a great river under the exposure of a raging wind, ready to be torn apart by the waves at any moment.

"Don't talk, just follow the crowd." Yang Che put one arm around Honglian's shoulder and the other around her waist. If the two separated now, it was hard to say what would happen to Honglian, with her small stature, in this surging crowd.

Honglian was filled with sorrow and panic. Hearing Yang Che's voice in her ear calmed her down a little. She subconsciously looked up at Yang Che and only then did she realize that she was already being held in his arms.

If Yang Che had treated her like this under normal circumstances, she would have made her father chop off the head of this lecherous man. But for some reason, Honglian felt a sense of relief at this moment. The face that she used to find displeasing now seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Ping was experiencing a completely different situation. The elite troops selected from the army, even while wearing armor, could not withstand the attack of an assassin. The two swords, one long and one short, cut through the iron armor, cracked the spears, and shattered the shields in the blink of an eye.

Especially since that person was actually...

a woman.

Under the protection of his guards, Zhang Ping looked from afar and saw that the assassin was wearing light leather armor and a silver mask, but judging from her figure, she was undoubtedly a woman.

A female assassin.

At this moment, Ji Wuye was also pushed to the other side by the crowd. Looking at the increasingly fierce female assassin, he gripped the sword at his waist. Logically speaking, as a general, he should have gone up to save Zhang Ping, but at this moment, he hesitated.

Perhaps... an evil thought surfaced in his mind; he thought of Zhang Ping's confrontation with him in the imperial court.

Gradually, Ji Wuye loosened his grip on the battle sword.