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

After exchanging pleasantries about the duties of a ruler and his subject with Zhang Kaidi, King Han returned to the mourning hall in the main hall. Upon entering, Zhang Kaidi discovered that his grandson Zhang Liang was with Princess Honglian, surrounding Yang Che. Yang Che was lying on the ground, sketching something on an unfolded piece of plain silk.

"What's this?" Zhang Kai was taken aback. Zhang Liang was the one keeping vigil, and under normal circumstances, he shouldn't be acting like this, but in this situation...

Zhang Kai knew his grandson very well and didn't believe he would do something so disrespectful at his own funeral. So why...?

Zhang Kai noticed that Zhang Liang's eyes were slightly red, as if tears were welling up, and his attention was completely drawn to the plain silk on the ground. He didn't even notice Zhang Liang and King Han An's return.

So, that piece of plain silk? Zhang Kai looked suspiciously at Yang Che, who was lying on the plain silk. It was all because of him.

Han Wang'an reacted to this scene before Zhang Kaidi. Noticing Zhang Kaidi's confusion, he explained, "Yang Che is proficient in painting."

Painting skills? Proficient?

If Han Wang An could say that Yang Che was proficient in painting, his painting skills must be extraordinary. Thinking of his grandson Zhang Liang's unusual behavior at this moment, Zhang Kai quickly stepped forward.

"Ping'er?" Zhang Kai called out subconsciously the moment he saw the canvas painted by Yang Che. If Zhang Ping hadn't been blocking the coffin in the mourning hall, he would have thought his son had come back to life.

Under Yang Che's brush, a portrait of Zhang Ping, who was the same height as him, was being drawn, so lifelike that even the thinnest strand of hair seemed to have come to life.

Dressed in court attire, holding a jade book in his left hand and pointing forward with his right, everything looked so real that he thought it was all true.

As Han Wang'an looked at Yang Che, who was intently sketching, he found Yang Che more and more pleasing to the eye, and gained a clearer understanding of Yang Che's wit.

With just this one portrait, how could the Zhang family forget Yang Che's favor?

Zhang Kai watched quietly as Yang Che sketched his son's portrait without making a sound to disturb him. Han Wang An also remained silent. In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on Yang Che.

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Che put down his paintbrush and tried to get up by supporting himself on the ground with his hands.

However, his legs were a little numb from kneeling and crouching for a long time while drawing. When he stood up, he stumbled. Fortunately, someone nearby was quick to catch him and reached out to support his forearm, which helped him regain his balance.

Yang Che looked at the pair of small hands resting on his forearm, fair and tender, with well-proportioned flesh and bones. Almost subconsciously, he looked at the owner of the hands, as if to confirm.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a red lotus.

When Honglian saw Yang Che looking at her, she subconsciously let go of his hand, and then looked away guiltily, as if it wasn't her just now.

"Imperial Censor Yang, thank you very much," Zhang Kai said, stepping forward and bowing.

His bow and his expression of gratitude were a gesture of respect and thanks from the family of the deceased.

"Please accept my condolences, sir." Yang Che returned the greeting.

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Yang Che came with Liu Yi, but left with Prince Han An, and even had the honor of riding in Prince Han An's carriage.

As expected of King Han An's carriage, it was pulled by four horses, which raised the carriage to a very high standard. Inside the carriage, there was a desk, a small couch, an incense burner, tea set, and all sorts of other things.

Perhaps due to his obesity, Han Wang An only sat for a short while before leaning back in the spacious seat and closing his eyes to rest. Hong Lian, who was usually very talkative, was unusually quiet because of Han Wang An. Her small face was taut and she didn't smile, which gave her a bit of the majesty that belonged to a princess.

Yang Che was used to Honglian's loud and boisterous manner, so he naturally felt a little unfamiliar with this princess who now had a certain air of authority.

Little did he know that Honglian didn't dare look at him at all; her tense little face was just a cover for her true emotions.

Under Yang Che's gaze, her heart pounded even harder. She didn't know why Yang Che was looking at her, and a faint blush gradually appeared on her face.

Yang Che couldn't help but smile at Honglian's appearance. He had to admit that Honglian was quite beautiful when she was quiet. Who wouldn't like a gentle and quiet little princess?

While the father was resting, Yang Che brazenly stared at the daughter, which felt quite taboo in the spacious carriage.

Gradually, Honglian became a little embarrassed by Yang Che's gaze and felt guilty. People who feel guilty often try to hide it, but what are the ways to hide guilt?

Bluffing was a good idea, so Honglian, who was gradually getting tired of Yang Che's stares, glared at him fiercely.

Just then, King Han An suddenly opened his eyes: "After the New Year, you will accompany me to court for the grand court session."

"Yes." Yang Che saw that King Han had woken up and quickly withdrew his gaze from Honglian.

Honglian quickly quieted down, afraid that her father would notice something amiss.

In front of the palace, Yang Che got off the carriage, glanced at the sky, and then remembered that there was a female assassin hiding in his bedroom. Too lazy to go anywhere else, he went straight back to his residence.

Yang Che went up to the attic and pushed open the door, but heard a pattering sound of water. How could there be a sound of water?

Yang Che almost instinctively looked toward the source of the sound, only to see Jing Ni squatting expressionlessly in the corner, holding a chamber pot in her hand.

"Huh!" Yang Che's eyes widened in surprise. "Isn't this a bit too much?"

Seeing Yang Che's appearance, Jing Ni was not surprised at all, nor did she show any panic. It was as if the person who was now squatting with her legs exposed after loosening her belt was not her at all.

Fortunately, the clothes of this era were relatively loose, otherwise, Jing Ni's posture would probably have exposed her buttocks.

At this moment, Yang Che once again experienced the strength of the top-tier assassins of the Luo Wang. A woman, in such a state, was seen by a man, yet she remained unfazed. Yang Che could even hear that the speed of the water flow did not change.

It is evident that Jing Ni's composure far exceeded Yang Che's expectations.

Yang Che, having failed to see Jing Ni's panicked expression, withdrew his gaze. Such a graphic scene wasn't really worth watching; he wasn't psychologically twisted.

Yang Che entered the room, stretched, and walked to his desk. He thought it would be more relaxing to write or draw during this time. The cultivation of wandering among flowers could not be achieved by constantly working hard; a carefree attitude was needed.

Who made the martial arts in the Heavenly Demon Strategy place such importance on mental cultivation?

At this moment, Jingni also stood up, tying her belt as she moved toward the bed. In her current state, if she wanted to recover as quickly as possible, she needed to lie down as much as possible.

Looking at the graceful and swaying Jingni, Yang Che picked up his paintbrush, and the scene from before involuntarily came to mind. He blurted out, "Should I prepare some hot water so you can take a bath?"

"Okay." Jing Ni turned around and glanced at Yang Che.

Huh? They actually agreed?

Yang Che was quite surprised. Jing Ni was indeed very difficult to handle. She could not be viewed with the eyes of a normal woman. Zi Nu's mystery paled in comparison to her extraordinary nature.