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

Panic can spread and eventually lead to chaos and disorder, but order can also spread and eventually bring harmony back.

With Yang Che's efforts, with Han Yu's assistance, and with more and more people regaining their composure and attempting to restore order, the chaos is coming to an end.

In the chaos elsewhere, the female assassin found it increasingly difficult to defend herself against Ji Wuye and his men's attacks, and as time went on, her defeat was inevitable.

The female assassin was clearly aware of her danger and attempted to break through, but what direction should she take?

The female assassin made a quick decision. With a leap, she charged towards Ji Wuye with her sword, seemingly intending to die together with him. Upon seeing this, Ji Wuye swung his blade down. If the female assassin dared to charge, he dared to meet her attack. In a one-on-one fight, Ji Wuye feared no one.

Just as Ji Wuye's sword was about to strike the female assassin, she suddenly turned around, and her posture of charging towards Ji Wuye instantly changed to having her back to him.

Ji Wuye let out a sinister laugh: You think that thin leather armor can stop my battle blade?

Ji Wuye seemed to already see the gruesome scene of the female assassin being cut in two by his own sword.

However, when the battle blade struck down, Ji Wuye did not hear the sound or feel the blade severing flesh. Instead, he heard a muffled thud, followed by a violent tremor. His tiger's mouth went slightly numb. In that instant, Ji Wuye felt as if he had struck not flesh and blood, but a piece of hard steel.

Could it be?

Ji Wuye stared intently and saw that the female assassin, despite being struck by his blade, was not cut in two. Instead, she used his strength to leap into the air and instantly flew to the rooftop, rushing towards the distant night.

Ji Wuye then realized that just as he was about to strike the female assassin, she turned around, put her sword behind her back, blocked his sure-fire strike, and used his strength to accelerate and escape using her lightness skill.

However, a pool of blood still appeared on the spot.

"This strike of mine isn't so easy to block. You can't escape." Ji Wuye sneered. He could feel that although his strike had been blocked, it had definitely broken the female assassin's ribs, and the blade energy had also penetrated her body. It wouldn't be long before the female assassin recovered.

In South Korea, it wouldn't be impossible for Nightfall to find a seriously wounded female assassin.

However... Ji Wuye looked around and found that the originally chaotic imperial road was gradually returning to calm.

The female assassin escaped with the help of Ji Wuye's sword strike and quickly jumped onto the high building, only to find a man and a woman coming towards her.

Yang Che felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing the female assassin. He hadn't seen her clearly before, but now she was approaching. The silver mask and the tight leather armor couldn't hide her alluring figure. How could she look so much like...

The crucial point is that Yang Che didn't have time to dodge. In an instant, the female assassin brushed past him. In that fleeting moment, Yang Che even saw a pair of eyes beneath the silver mask, as deep as a pool and as dark as the starry sky.

Yang Che wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt those eyes linger on him for a moment.

However, Yang Che couldn't care less about that now; he needed to restore order.

Finally, thanks to the efforts of many parties, the Imperial Road was restored to its original order. The crowd was also filled with lingering fear; the chaos just now was far too dangerous. If they had fallen, they might have been trampled into mincemeat.

Fortunately, Princess Honglian intervened.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the red lotus standing quietly on the roof. Under the bright moon, she was dressed in red, beautiful and charming, as if she had a divine aura.

Suddenly, someone shouted "May the princess be blessed!" to thank Honglian for what she had just done. Although they had seen Yang Che, he said "Princess Honglian has given the order." Not knowing the truth, they naturally assumed that Honglian was the one who saved them.

With one person taking the lead, countless voices rose up, and finally they all bowed to the red lotus on the roof and shouted "May the princess be blessed!" Tens of thousands of shouts gathered together and turned into a voice that soared to the sky.

Yang Che noticed this scene and quietly disappeared. This was not the time to show off.

Honglian also noticed Yang Che's disappearance and felt a surge of emotion: It was clearly him who did it, but now he wants to hide himself. Is he trying to give me the credit?

No, you may not take credit, but I, Honglian, cannot be disloyal.

Honglian wanted to say something, but amidst the deafening shouts, she had no chance to speak. Her voice was drowned out by the cheers of thousands.

However, Honglian quickly forgot about the incident, but when she was called by name by tens of thousands of people and thanked by tens of thousands of people, she felt a surge of pride in her heart as she looked down from her high position.

An unprecedented excitement welled up in her heart; she had never experienced such a feeling before.

Upon seeing this scene, Han Yu was filled with regret: Why didn't I think of that? I let Honglian steal the spotlight.

Han Yu, who had always coveted the position of Crown Prince, had been carefully cultivating his reputation and accumulating power over the years because his elder brother, the Crown Prince, was incompetent. However, he failed to realize that the chaos of tonight had presented him with a tremendous opportunity.

If he were in Honglian's position now, the boost to his reputation would be unimaginable. The name of Princess Honglian would far surpass his ten years of hard work overnight.

Yang Che?

Han Yu's gaze shifted, as if searching for Yang Che's figure. He admitted that he had misjudged Yang Che. He had thought that Yang Che was just a spoiled brat with some cleverness, but he was too frivolous to be of great responsibility. However, in the chaos, Yang Che was the only one who restored order.

Especially after order was restored, he quietly disappeared, leaving Honglian to enjoy the cheers of the crowd and this glory all to herself.

Such wisdom and such magnanimity cannot be described by the term "spoiled brat."

Han Yu admitted that he had misjudged Yang Che. He couldn't help but think that if he hadn't underestimated Yang Che and had instead invited him to travel with him, he would be the one standing in the Red Lotus position now, enjoying the admiration of thousands.

Ji Wuye, who had just defeated the female assassin, also looked at the red lotus on the rooftop. For a moment, the general was also in a daze. The red lotus, which was worshipped by everyone, reminded him of something he did not have: innate nobility.

At this moment, King An of Han also appeared at the foot of the palace tower. Looking at the crowd from afar, the King of Han was expressionless and ordered his attendants, "Collect the body of the Prime Minister and continue the annual sacrifice. Our Han will not fall into chaos, will not fall into chaos."

Honglian gradually calmed down from her excitement and passion, but soon a problem arose in front of her.

Looking down at the sea of ​​people below, the question of how to get down came to Honglian's mind.

Honglian looked around blankly, trying to find Yang Che, but she couldn't see a single person.

That bastard, he tricked me again.

Honglian cursed inwardly, having long forgotten the excitement and emotion she felt when Yang Che had taken the initiative to conceal his presence and give her all the glory.

Thus, under the gaze of countless people, all that could be seen was the charming little princess of South Korea standing upright and solemnly atop the high-rise building, facing the wind, displaying the composure and majesty of a South Korean princess.

But what Honglian did next was not so pretty. The princess clumsily climbed over the roof ridge, reached the back side of the roof, and disappeared from the crowd's sight. Then, looking at the ground several feet above the roof, her little face was all scrunched up in frustration.

How should I get down?