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

After lunch, King Han needed to rest, so Yang Che went to the temporary resting place of the Imperial Censor in the palace to wait for King Han to wake up, and then attend to him for consultation.

This is also the most valued advantage of the Imperial Censor: he can serve King Han and accompany the king at all times. Even the Prime Minister does not have such a privilege.

However, what Yang Che saw was a 9-to-5 routine in the future. He had to work 9-to-5 before he transmigrated, and he would still have to work 9-to-5 after he transmigrated, so it wasn't a wasted transmigration.

As the palace maids led him toward the detached house where the censors were temporarily resting, Yang Che was already thinking about how to resign. He had no intention of stealing from Han Wang An, so what was he doing staying in the palace all day?

After Yang Che left, Han Wang An moved his obese body onto the soft couch. Hu Meiren knelt on the couch once, gently massaging Han Wang An's bulging belly with her small, delicate hands.

King Han An had a weak spleen and stomach, and he loved good food. After lunch, he would inevitably experience bloating in his stomach and intestines. At this time, Lady Hu would need to massage him to help with digestion.

In the past, King Han An would fall asleep quickly under the massage of Consort Hu, but today, King Han An was not sleepy. Instead, he chatted with Consort Hu: "I only knew that you were clever and skillful, but I did not know that you also had the talent to judge people."

When Lady Hu heard Han Wang'an suddenly praise her, she was surprised, but knowing Han Wang'an quite well, she quickly realized that he was talking about Yang Che.

"Yang Che wasn't like this when he was a child. I was just asked by my sister to find him a job. I never expected that he would catch the king's eye. It seems that he has been studying diligently at the Jixia Academy all these years."

Lady Hu may not know Yang Che better than Prince Han An, but at this moment she might as well go along with what Prince Han An said and take the opportunity to say some good things about Yang Che.

"The Jixia Academy truly lives up to its reputation as a gathering place for masters of the Hundred Schools of Thought," King An of Han exclaimed, thinking of his own son, who was also studying at the Jixia Academy but was a troublesome figure.

For the next period of time, Yang Che worked at the Han King's Palace during the day, living a nine-to-five life. At night, he lived with the top-ranking assassin of the Luo Wang organization, and took the opportunity to ask the assassin about assassins and assassin organizations. His life was full and busy, and he didn't even have time to go to Zi Lan Xuan.

During this period, the Qin state continuously amassed troops in Hedong and Henan, and even the troops in Sanchuan Commandery showed signs of activity.

This made the people of South Korea even more fearful. If the Qin state really attacked, could South Korea, with its current strength, withstand it? Even the arrogant and domineering Ji Wuye had no confidence at all, and all that remained was deep anxiety.

The faction led by Ji Wuye, the Grand General, couldn't even bother with plotting to defend Nanyang anymore, and as for Yang Che, who had disrupted their plans, they completely forgot about him.

Zhang Kaidi continued to handle his son Zhang Ping's funeral arrangements, oblivious to everything else. Han Wang'an was able to sit still, and one could even say he had grown somewhat fond of it.

As the ruler of the state of Han, which is located in the center of the world but is the weakest in terms of strength, he may lack other abilities, but he must have the ability to withstand pressure, since Han has a hostile neighbor like Qin.

Half a month later, the Qin troops that had gathered in the three commanderies suddenly dispersed, which relieved the people of Han, but also raised doubts.

The Qin state mobilized its troops on a massive scale, only to have them disperse just as the troop buildup was complete—this was far too unusual.

Upon receiving the news, King An of Han did not convene a court assembly, but instead summoned several trusted ministers to the main hall.

General Ji Wuye, the fourth prince Han Yu, the left Sima Liu Yi, the Sikong, and the Sikou were all present.

"The Qin army's movements are too abnormal. Could it be that the Qin army has a bigger conspiracy?" King Han asked anxiously. The unknown is the greatest fear, and that was the case for him at the moment.

Ji Wuye was also troubled by this. Although Nightfall was a powerful force in Korea and claimed to have influence throughout the seven kingdoms, they knew their own situation. Nightfall's main area of ​​activity was limited to the Central Plains and the banks of the Yellow River. Nightfall could only run rampant in Korea.

In Wei, there was the residence of Lord Xinling; in Zhao, there were the Black-Clad Guards. How could they allow the darkness to run rampant? As for Qin, there was an even more powerful net that reached the entire dark world, making it an absolute forbidden zone for the darkness.

Under the net of control, the night can only cower in darkness, unable to see or do anything.

What could this group of brilliant but cunning rulers and ministers in South Korea possibly discern? They are adept at internal strife but incompetent in external affairs.

Si Kou had just suffered a great loss at Yang Che's hands and had long harbored resentment. However, since Yang Che had been spending his days in the Han Palace and returning to his residence at night, Si Kou had no opportunity to seize any leverage against Yang Che for revenge.

But then he saw an opportunity.

"Your Majesty, why not ask Imperial Censor Yang for his opinion?" Si Kou spoke up, directly pulling Yang Che into the conversation.

"Minister of Justice, what do you mean by this? Imperial Censor Yang has only recently entered officialdom and is still quite inexperienced. How could he possibly know about these things?" Liu Yi was immediately displeased. He had been absent during the previous grand court session because he was busy preparing for military affairs, but things were different now.

"Left Sima, in His Majesty's letter to Imperial Censor Yang, you said that Imperial Censor Yang's knowledge is still shallow. Are you questioning His Majesty's ability to judge people?" Si Kou retorted, directly turning King Han Anhua into the sharpest weapon.

"Well... Your Majesty naturally has discerning eyes to recognize talent," Liu Yi quickly replied.

"What else did Zuo Sima say? Imperial Censor Yang, what is your opinion on the Qin state's scattered troops?" Si Kou pressed again.

Last time, Yang Che led him astray, causing him to lose face in public. Afterwards, he repeatedly reviewed and analyzed the situation and realized his mistake. This time, he will take the initiative and will not let Yang Che lead him by the nose again.

"Sikou is a high-ranking official, I wonder what his opinion is?" Yang Che asked in return.

Sure enough, it's that trick again, but this time I won't fall for it. Si Kou understood; Yang Che's response was exactly what he expected.

"The Ministry of Justice is in charge of criminal justice and is not well-versed in military strategy, which is why I wanted to ask Imperial Censor Yang for his opinion on Qin's unusual actions." This time, the Ministry of Justice was not fooled.

"So the Minister of Justice knows he's in charge of criminal matters. What are you doing here? Go back to your Minister of Justice residence." Yang Che knew why the Minister of Justice was targeting him. Now that they'd already broken off relations, why should he be polite?

"You..." Si Kou began to explain, but this was not what he had imagined.

"Yang Che, Si Kou was invited by me. Do you have any objections to my decision?" Just as Si Kou was about to angrily retaliate, King Han An spoke up.

"Your subject dares not," Yang Che immediately denied.

"Imperial Censor Yang, just as Sikou said, what is your opinion on this matter?" Ji Wuye also spoke up.

"I know nothing about the Qin state." Yang Che remained calm, not wanting to offer any opinion on the matter; he was just there to collect his salary.

"Do you really have no opinion, or do you simply not want to speak?" Ji Wuye pressed relentlessly, aiming to destroy his morale.

Yang Che has gained the trust of King Anxin of Han during this period, which has brought him into the sights of the Nightfall. The Nightfall will not allow such a talented young man to emerge in Han.

Yang Che met Ji Wuye's face, which resembled that of an old farmer but concealed the ruthlessness of a jackal god. He suddenly smiled. He didn't want to provoke Nightfall, but Nightfall didn't want to let him go. Since that was the case...

Yang Che stepped forward and said to King Han An, "Your Majesty, I do not understand the Qin state, but many things in the world are the same. If a man sharpens his sword, prepares a good bow, and carries dry rations, just about to go out hunting, but suddenly removes his sword and bow, there is almost only one explanation."

"What is it?" King Han asked.

"Someone in my family died," Yang Che said, giving his answer.

Someone in the family died? Han Wang'an was taken aback, then suddenly a thought struck him, and even the previously aggressive Ji Wuye showed a thoughtful expression. Could it be...?

"You mean?" Han Wang'an asked uncertainly.

"Perhaps it is just as Your Majesty thinks."