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

Yang Che initially intended to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and said to Liu Yi, "I remember when my uncle was arranging for me to become the Grand Secretary, he was following the path of Prime Minister Zhang?"

"That's true, but Archer has already been appointed as a censor by the King. Compared to the censor, the position of Inner Historian is not bad, but it is still inferior in many ways. Archer, you are capable, and you will definitely be better than your uncle in the future." Liu Yi replied subconsciously, but his gaze towards Yang Che was full of suspicion.

He didn't know why Yang Che would suddenly bring this up.

"We owe Zhang Xiangguo a favor in this matter. Now that he is in trouble, as a colleague, you should go and offer your condolences and see if there is anything you can do to help," Yang Che reminded him.

"Archer, you're still too kind. That position of Inner Historian wasn't given to us by Zhang Ping; we exchanged it for benefits. We don't owe Zhang Ping any favors. Now that he's dead, his son is two years younger than you and not very capable. The Zhang family is destined to decline..."

Liu Yi disagreed with Yang Che's words. Zhang Ping was dead, Zhang Kaidi was old and frail, and his son Zhang Liang was not yet an adult. Could the Zhang family continue to be prosperous?

Moreover, Zhang Ping had been engaged in open and covert struggles with General Ji Wuye during his lifetime. Now that he is dead, how could Ji Wuye, who is still alive, not take advantage of his misfortune? The Zhang family is destined to have no chance of recovery.

Why are we rushing to the Zhang family at this time?

"Uncle, isn't Zhang Kaidi still alive?" Yang Che asked.

"He's alive, but I doubt he'll be famous for many more years. Five years ago, he resigned from his position as prime minister due to old age and declining health, and Zhang Ping took over. Now, five years have passed, and even Zhang Ping is dead. How can Zhang Kaidi's health possibly be good?" Liu Yi was even more dismissive.

Old and frail? Yang Che was slightly taken aback. In his memory, even three years later, Zhang Kaidi was still full of energy and active in the court of Han as the prime minister.

When he first returned to Xinzheng, he was still wondering why the Prime Minister was Zhang Ping, who did not appear in "The Legend of Qin," but Zhang Kaidi. Now he has figured out the details of the matter.

Five years ago, Zhang Kaidi voluntarily gave up his position to his son Zhang Ping, citing old age and poor health as the reason. However, this reason was just an excuse; he was only making way for his son.

Now that Zhang Ping has been assassinated, in order to ensure the continuation of the Zhang family and the stability of the state, this "old and frail" prime minister has no choice but to return to the position of prime minister again, until Zhang Liang, the grandson of the Zhang family, has fully grown up.

Liu Yi only knew that the Zhang family's patriarch had died and their decline was inevitable, but he was unaware of Zhang Kaidi's cunning and shrewdness.

"Uncle, it's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow. There must be many people who think like you. If you go to the Zhang family to pay your respects now, you will surely lose their friendship. As for Zhang Kaidi, he is just old, not dead. How do you know that he has no chance to rise again?" Yang Che advised.

"This..." Liu Yi stroked his short beard, somewhat unconvinced. What was so important about the Zhang family's friendship?

With this in mind, it's no wonder that the reaction in the Korean court was so indifferent after his assassination, and even the funeral was hastily arranged. It seems he had no friends in the court at all.

Otherwise, how could a dignified Left Sima of the country have died so hastily?

Liu Yi didn't want to go, but seeing Yang Che's earnest words, he felt that there was no harm in going, so he replied, "Then let's go. After all, the Zhang family has lost its head. For the sake of our past as colleagues, Che, you come with me."

Zhang Liang was a talented man, and Han Fei's talent may have surpassed Zhang Liang's. However, compared to Han Fei's overly idealistic approach, Zhang Liang was able to strike a balance between idealism and reality. In terms of practicality, Yang Che believed that Zhang Liang was superior to Han Fei.

Yang Che must strive forward, establish the two sects and six paths of the Demonic Sect, and become the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect. Talented individuals are indispensable. He should take this opportunity to get to know Zhang Liang, who may be of use in the future.

As for the claim that he saved Jing Ni and then went to pay respects to Zhang Ping, it seems strange, but the Zhang family should hate and seek revenge on the master of Luo Wang, not Jing Ni, who is just a tool.

Besides, he's a member of the Demonic Sect. Aren't the Demonic Sect's actions despicable, shameless, cruel, and ungrateful? As long as I have no morals, who can use morality to restrain me?

After thinking it over, Yang Che nodded in agreement.

While Liu Yi and Yang Che decided to visit the Zhang residence to pay their respects, in the Han Palace, King Han An's face was ashen. He had not slept all night and had not even returned to the inner palace.

The assassination of Chancellor Zhang Ping severely impacted the power structure of the state of Han, making King Han uneasy. What was even more worrying was who and which faction assassinated Zhang Ping.

As the prime minister, Zhang Ping was benevolent and loved the people, and he had always enjoyed high popularity in the state of Han. Such a person should not have any irreconcilable enemies. As for other countries, Zhang Ping had represented Han in the Five States Alliance against Qin several years ago. Most of the five countries were his friends, so it was unlikely that anyone would attempt to assassinate him.

After much deliberation, King An of Han could only place his suspicions on the State of Qin.

Although South Korea has long lost its former glory, its geographical location is right in the center of the world, right on the key route for Qin's eastward expansion.

In recent years, the Qin state has repeatedly marched eastward along the Yellow River, launching fierce attacks on the states of Zhao and Wei along the Yellow River in Hedong and Henan, precisely to prevent the possibility of the Han state overtaking the Qin army's rear.

Although the state of Han was not strong, it posed a significant problem for the state of Qin.

Is this truly a trap set by the Qin state? If so, does it mean that the Qin state is about to attack the Han state? The thought filled King An of Han with anxiety and fear.

Even without the Qin state, Zhang Ping's death would have had a significant impact on the Han state. General Ji Wuye's power had grown increasingly unchecked in recent years, and he was becoming too powerful to control. When Zhang Ping was still alive, as the head of the civil officials, he could keep Ji Wuye in check on both civil and military affairs, which made the King of Han feel somewhat at ease.

Now that Zhang Ping is dead, can he still restrain Ji Wuye?

King Han An pondered, his round face filled with sorrow. After much thought, he could only come up with one solution.

Like Han Wang'an, Honglian also didn't sleep a wink all night. Last night's experience was too amazing for her. In her thirteen years of life, no, almost fourteen years, she had never had that feeling before.

Although her childhood sweetheart Zhang Liang's father was assassinated in the street, she should be grieving for her friend's experience. However, all night long, what kept replaying in her mind was the scene of running on the rooftop, far surpassing even the dazzling meteor shower that had amazed her.

What's wrong with me? After returning to the palace, Honglian, who had been tossing and turning all night, shook her dizzy head and found her own abnormality very strange. She didn't know why she kept thinking about what happened last night.

"Princess, the King has arrived." The maidservant approached Honglian's side and said cautiously. Ever since the princess returned last night, she had been acting strangely, so the maidservants were naturally extra careful, afraid of accidentally offending her.

"Father?" Honglian's dazed eyes gradually regained focus, and she became fully awake.

"Honglian, change into some plain clothes and come with me to the Prime Minister's residence." King Han An entered Honglian's bedroom, but did not go in; instead, he stopped in the outer room.

His daughter was already grown up, and as her father, he naturally had to be more discreet. In the entire Han Royal Palace, which belonged to him, the only place he couldn't enter at will was Honglian's bedroom.

"Okay, sure."

Upon hearing Han Wang'an's voice, Honglian felt a pang of guilt for some reason. A guilty daughter usually becomes very obedient to cover up her guilt, and Honglian was just like that at this moment.

Han Wang An was somewhat surprised by Hong Lian's obedient answer. In the past, Hong Lian would have asked "why?", but today he was preoccupied with Zhang Ping's assassination and did not think much of it.

Shortly afterward, a procession of carriages drove out of the palace and headed towards the Prime Minister's residence.

Inside the General's mansion, the scene was completely different. Zhang Ping's assassination was a tragedy for the Zhang family, but for Ji Wuye, it was a great thing.

It could even be said that Ji Wuye secretly contributed to the Luo Wang's successful assassination attempt on Zhang Ping. If he hadn't let them off the hook but instead risked his life to save them, Jing Ni might not have been able to succeed in assassinating Zhang Ping.

"Continue playing the music, continue dancing." Ji Wuye waved his hand, and the dancers once again displayed their graceful dance moves.

No one could match King Han An's happiness, and the Great General's happiness was no less.