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

Yang Che couldn't guarantee the integrity of an assassin, so when he helped Jing Ni heal her wounds, he didn't use his full strength. He only used his Flower-Wandering True Qi to invigorate her blood and remove blood stasis. The amount of true qi he consumed was only a little bit. If Jing Ni wanted to recover, she could just lie down and recuperate.

Jing Ni had no doubts about this. As a top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization, she was not only good at killing, but also at spying, infiltrating, and disguising herself. She possessed all the skills an assassin should have.

So during the time she regained consciousness, she had already gathered a lot of information about Yang Che through the room's furnishings.

A spoiled brat from a wealthy family, he is cynical, ignorant of the ways of the world, and does whatever he pleases, sometimes even doing foolish things.

For example, rescuing a female assassin who had recently assassinated the prime minister of South Korea.

He also knows martial arts, and his internal energy is very pure, which means that the martial arts he practices must be of superior quality, which also means that he has a highly skilled master behind him.

However, he shouldn't be someone who practices diligently, otherwise, with such a profound skill, his power wouldn't be so weak at his age.

It only lasted for a short while before it ran out of steam.

This is consistent with his background; born into wealth, he likely practiced martial arts more for leisure than anything else.

Yang Che had no idea that Jing Ni already considered him a man who was "not long enough." If he had known, he would have definitely ripped off Jing Ni's fishnet stockings, lifted up her pert, round, full-moon-like buttocks, and whipped her thoroughly, letting her see that he was not only long enough, but could also persevere to the end, tenacious and persistent.

Unfortunately, he couldn't read minds. Although he was good at observing people's expressions, Jing Ni was expressionless no matter what she did, so this skill was useless to him. Naturally, he didn't know that Jing Ni had already labeled him.

At this moment, he was wrapping the cloth strip around Jing Ni's wound, back and forth, to fix the set ribs. Since he was wrapping it from behind, his chest inevitably came into contact with Jing Ni's back during the process. As his hands held the cloth strip and moved it around to the front of Jing Ni's body, they inevitably came into contact with her high and firm chest.

When Yang Che's palm brushed against those two high, firm breasts, he clearly felt the skin tighten for a moment.

It turns out that Jing Ni wasn't as calm about everything as she claimed. She also had a woman's side, although it was insignificant in front of the assassin, but it did exist.

"The injuries to your meridians can only be treated by yourself; I can't help you with that." After tying the bandages, Yang Che got off the bed and turned to Jing Ni.

Jing Ni simply nodded in response to Yang Che. Yang Che was not surprised by this; he had already experienced the female assassin's style of doing things.

Yang Che rested on a small couch to the side for the time being, not thinking about anything else.

As for Jing Ni, she tried to use her inner energy to heal her injuries. Ji Wuye was known as the strongest general in Korea in the last hundred years. This was not an empty boast. With Bai Yifei intentionally hiding his strength, he was the strongest person in Korea on the surface.

Her true energy was domineering and fierce, transforming into sword energy that invaded Jing Ni's meridians, constantly damaging them. If Jing Ni hadn't possessed profound skill, she would probably have already perished. Although both were innate masters, there was still a slight gap between her and innate masters like Ji Wuye.

Jingni tried to use her inner energy to dissipate the foreign inner energy in her meridians, but every time she tried to use it, her meridians were in unbearable pain. It was precisely because of the internal injury that her broken ribs could not heal on their own.

"My injury will probably take at least two months to heal."

Jingni tried several times, but each time she was stopped by the intense pain and could not concentrate on continuing to heal her wounds, so she had to give up.

Jingni, regaining her composure, looked towards the soft couch not far away, where she saw Yang Che already fast asleep.

It was already late at night, and Yang Che had exhausted his mental and physical strength that night, so he naturally fell asleep very quickly.

Jingni looked at Yang Che through the light, seemingly lost in thought.

As a member of the Luo Wang assassin team, her career has not been smooth sailing. She did not start with her current martial arts skills. Injuries were not unfamiliar to her, and she had even experienced injuries more serious than tonight's.

There are no good people in the net of greed. She had encountered so-called colleagues who were eyeing her, but she killed all of them. This was the first time she had encountered someone like Yang Che who claimed to have saved her because of his lust, but who did not do anything further after saving her.

Fortunately, she was pure of heart. Although she was so pure that she only knew about missions and killing, this purity made her simply stop thinking about things that were hard to understand. Instead, she slowly lay down, moved her body slightly to relieve the pain in her wounds, and then slowly fell asleep.

For an assassin, the powerlessness caused by injury is a terrible thing. What she needs to do now is to recover from her injuries as soon as possible, even if it means making sacrifices.

Having slept soundly through the night, Yang Che awoke as the sun shone once more upon Xinzheng City. He stretched his limbs and began practicing his Flower Wandering Technique in the morning sunlight.

"No one will come to my room, so you can rest and recover here in peace." After circulating his Flower-in-the-Flower Qi through his body for a few cycles and his true energy increased slightly, Yang Che said to Jing Ni with great satisfaction.

Jing Ni simply nodded. Just when Yang Che thought she would act the same way as last night, Jing Ni unexpectedly spoke up this time: "I need some water to wash up and a change of clothes."

As if worried that Yang Che would not agree, she added, "I smell of blood on me, and my leather armor is torn."

Yang Che looked at Jing Ni in surprise. This seemed to be the longest sentence Jing Ni had said to him since last night. For a moment, Yang Che really had the illusion of being flattered.

"Are you begging me?" Yang Che said jokingly, putting aside his inner thoughts.

Jing Ni fell silent again, but Yang Che wasn't disappointed. After last night's encounter, he had a basic understanding of this top-tier assassin from the Luo Wang organization.

"I'll go fetch water in a bit. As for clothes, I don't have any women's clothes here. If I ask someone else for them, it might arouse suspicion. You can wear my clothes for now," Yang Che said.

It wasn't until noon that Yang Che left the courtyard and saw Liu Yi looking exhausted in the central courtyard. Clearly, this Left Sima had been feasting with his colleagues in the army all night and had only just woken up at nearly noon.

"Archer, I heard there was an assassination attempt on the Imperial Road last night. What exactly happened?" Liu Yi rubbed his throbbing forehead, feeling that his energy was not as good as before. Recalling the few words he had heard from the servant earlier, he became even more curious about what had happened on the Imperial Road last night.

"Chancellor Zhang Ping has been assassinated," Yang Che said.

Hiss... Liu Yi gasped upon hearing this. Zhang Ping had actually been assassinated. He was the head of the Zhang family and the dignified prime minister of Han. How could he have been assassinated?

Such a thing?

"Who on earth dared to assassinate Prime Minister Zhang?" Liu Yi felt a chill run down his spine. He felt a deep sense of dread; even the dignified Prime Minister had died at the hands of an assassin, and he, the Left Sima…

Liu Yi's fears were not unfounded; three years later, he too died at the hands of an assassin.

"Ache, you should also be careful. Xinzheng is not peaceful either." Liu Yi suppressed his fear and warned Yang Che.

"I'll be careful," Yang Che nodded.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Right now, his bedroom is the most dangerous place, which is also roughly equivalent to the safest place.

Only by keeping her on his bed, under his nose, and under his control when facing an assassin who is impossible to guard against, can he feel at ease.