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

Chapter 80 A Body Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold (1)

Led by a palace attendant, Yang Che revisited the familiar palace. He was no stranger to it, but this time, the moment Yang Che entered the main hall, the palace attendant who was leading the way stepped back and left the palace.

Then the sound of the door closing rang out. When Yang Che subconsciously looked behind him, a ray of sunlight shone through the not-yet-fully-closed door and fell on his face, causing him to instinctively close his eyes. But when he opened his eyes again, the door was already completely closed.

As the sound of the door closing faded away, Yang Che's heart skipped a beat. In that instant, he thought of one person: Han Xin.

Thinking of Han Xin, Yang Che quickly looked around. The huge beams and pillars, the falling curtains—he didn't miss a single corner, fearing that a group of axemen would rush out from the hidden places at any moment and kill him under a hail of blades.

Yang Che immediately smiled. Putting aside whether he was Han Xin or not, Zhao Ji was definitely not Lü Zhi. This was the Xianyang Palace of Qin, not the Chang Le Palace of Han.

Realizing he was being paranoid, Yang Che followed his memory and walked deeper into the main hall, passing through carved beams and pillars and around curtains, until he entered the innermost part of the hall.

Just as Yang Che had predicted, the place was indeed deserted during this process.

Yang Che's heart skipped a beat. Zhao Ji must be here. But what does she want to do today?

As a painter, Yang Che spent several days with Zhao Ji. During those days, the two got along very well. Zhao Ji loved his youthful aura, and Yang Che was equally pleased with the beauty of Zhao Ji.

After figuring out Zhao Ji's temperament, Yang Che spoke in a way that Zhao Ji liked to hear, so the two got along very well.

The continuous progress of the Extinction of Emotions quest further indicated to Yang Che Zhao Ji's level of affection for him.

The thought of his sudden surge in progress made Yang Che's heart tighten. Although he liked beautiful women, he definitely didn't want them to be conquered.

Am I going to be walking into the lion's den this time?

As Yang Che pondered, he considered retreating, but it was clearly too late. The main hall of the Qin King's Palace was magnificent and covered a vast area, but even the largest palace eventually comes to an end.

Finally, a semi-transparent curtain appeared in front of Yang Che, through which he could see a blurry outline.

The silhouette was reclining, with one hand supporting its cheek, presenting a graceful curve.

What is this? Yang Che's pupils contracted slightly: Could it be that Zhao Ji, this tigress, has finally decided to bite me?

Although the curtain was only semi-transparent, and only an outline could be seen through it, Yang Che's eyesight was now so sharp that he could tell from that outline that Zhao Ji was not wearing any clothes at this moment.

Only thin veils covered her front, concealing several vital areas.

The main hall was empty. The Empress Dowager, nearly naked, and a young foreign envoy stood apart only by a semi-transparent curtain. This was to—

Yang Che subconsciously swallowed: Is it possible for me to step out of the palace today?

"Why do you hesitate, Yang Qing? Am I that frightening?" As Yang Che hesitated, Zhao Ji spoke from behind the curtain, her voice melodious and gentle, with the soft charm of a mature woman.

really.

Yang Che sighed inwardly. During their interactions, Zhao Ji often addressed him as "I." In front of Yang Che, she did not act like an empress dowager. However, when she referred to herself as "this humble servant," she was emphasizing her status to Yang Che. At this moment, she used her status as empress dowager to make Yang Che comply with her wishes and agree to her demands.

"The Empress Dowager is stunningly beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. If I had to say what is terrifying, it would be a terrifying beauty." Yang Che bowed respectfully, and Zhao Ji, behind the curtain, could see his movements clearly.

"Yang Qing's mouth is as sweet as honey, even sweeter than my daughter's. How come you've been so charming to all those noble ladies you've met lately, visiting the homes of the wealthy and powerful?" Zhao Ji looked at the trembling Yang Che through the curtain, and her dissatisfaction lessened a bit.

During this time, Yang Che had made a great name for himself in Xianyang, yet he didn't come to pay her a visit, which greatly displeased her.

And then there's Empress Dowager Huayang, who spends a fortune on a single painting. Ha, is Empress Dowager Huayang the only one with money? Is Zhao Ji some kind of pauper?

Zhao Ji, who originally only had a slight liking for Yang Che and found the handsome young man interesting and was happy to interact with him, felt angry as her first reaction upon hearing the news.

She had been a widow for many years. Previously, with Empress Dowager Huayang and Empress Dowager Xia above her, she dared not act too recklessly. But now Empress Dowager Xia had passed away, and Empress Dowager Huayang was old and frail. There were not many people left who could restrain her.

A young widow, enjoying top-notch treatment in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, with her son being the King of Qin, what could such a woman lack? She only lacked a man.

Therefore, during her interactions with Yang Che, a terrible thought arose in Zhao Ji's mind. Of course, she hesitated. Although she was the Queen Dowager of Qin, she was still a woman after all, and she still felt some psychological pressure about doing such a thing.

It was precisely because of her hesitation that she did not summon Yang Che during this period. She believed that she needed to calm down to avoid doing something impulsive that she would regret.

However, her calm demeanor had a significant impact. While she was calming down, Yang Che unexpectedly became a celebrity in Xianyang and even made a name for himself by selling his paintings for a thousand gold pieces.

This made Zhao Ji feel a deep sense of crisis. She had a feeling that if she hesitated any longer, Yang Che would become someone else's meal.

Although Zhao Ji had been the Empress Dowager for many years, she clearly lacked sufficient experience in how to wield her power.

"Your Majesty, I was just doing it to make money," Yang Che defended himself.

"Very well, then today I'll make you a fortune. Draw back the curtain and paint for me." Zhao Ji pressed her hand against her heart, which seemed to be beating a little fast. She was determined to go all out today.

"Yes." Although Yang Che felt something was amiss, he really didn't want to see Zhao Ji give an order and have countless strong palace maids rush in with sticks, making him the same person as Han Xin, on someone else's turf.

Yang Che grabbed a corner of the curtain and pulled it to one side. As the curtain was pulled open, Yang Che's face froze instantly, then turned bright red.

With the curtain removed, there was no longer any obstruction between Yang Che and Zhao Ji.

At this moment, Zhao Ji was completely naked except for a light veil covering her lower abdomen. Yang Che felt as if the world before him had returned to winter, with piles of snow in front of him, pure white and flawless, but without the coldness of snow, instead making Yang Che feel the heat of summer.

Soft and trembling, it is the ultimate beauty of the body; slightly furrowed brows and slightly open mouth are a silent provocation and the ultimate allure.

For a moment, Yang Che didn't know whether he should look away or continue watching.

"What's wrong, Yang Qing? Don't you like painting beautiful women? Am I not beautiful enough?" Looking at the stunned and bewildered Yang Che, Zhao Ji smiled. She was very satisfied with the effect she had created.

Yang Che at this moment was exactly what she wanted to see: youthful energy, innocent demeanor, and perfect looks. No mature woman could resist such a handsome young man.

If Yang Che had acted like a seasoned womanizer, Zhao Ji would have been wary, fearing he might have set a trap for her. But the current Yang Che gave her a feeling that everything was under her control.

It was precisely because of this illusion that Zhao Ji dared to take even more outrageous actions, because she felt that she could control Yang Che, rather than be controlled by him.

However, things are rarely as simple as they seem on the surface.

Zhao Ji had never heard the saying that a skilled hunter often appears as the prey, and in the end, it's not certain who will eat whom.

(P.S.: There is no full-body image of Zhao Ji in The Legend of Qin, so this picture is used instead. I feel it should match the description of Zhao Ji.)