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

Chapter 81 A Body Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold (2)

"The Empress Dowager is certainly beautiful enough, but it is precisely because of this that I, your humble servant, am at a loss for words." Under Zhao Ji's gaze, which was half seductive and half provocative, Yang Che barely managed to steady himself and calm himself down as much as possible.

"Then let Yang Qing take a good look, and see where to begin." As Zhao Ji spoke, she shifted her body slightly, lifting one leg and placing it on top of the other. In a fleeting moment, she had already achieved the pinnacle of artistry.

As Zhao Ji moved, the flesh around her waist twitched. Compared to a young girl, her waist was no longer as slender, and she had developed a layer of fat. However, this did not make her appear bloated; instead, it gave her a mature charm.

For a moment, Yang Che could only think of the word "plump". Every inch of her flesh was just right, not superfluous. Any more would make her look fat, and any less would not be enough to show her mature charm.

Her body must be very soft; holding her in my arms would be like holding a fluffy cloud. Yang Che thought almost subconsciously.

And then—Yang Che's gaze swept across the lines in front of Zhao Ji, carefully observing every detail.

Under Yang Che's gaze, Zhao Ji felt somewhat nervous. In matters like this, women are never as confident as men, even if this woman is the Queen Dowager of Qin.

Yang Che barely suppressed the agitation in his body and activated the Heaven-Mending Dao Technique to enter the ultimate calm state of an assassin, so as not to show his disgrace in front of Zhao Ji and be caught with a handle.

Yang Che, however, forgot his son. Anren's temperament is unpredictable. When you act lustfully in front of her, she will think you are frivolous. But if you remain calm in the face of her temptations, she will get angry and feel that you have ignored her charm.

Zhao Ji was in this state at that moment.

When Zhao Ji saw the panic in Yang Che's eyes turn into calm, her composure turned into frustration. The slight reserve and unease she felt as a woman vanished with the rising anger, replaced by resentment.

With my looks, under these circumstances, am I really not able to seduce a young man?

At this moment, Zhao Ji had forgotten everything else, leaving only one thought: to prove her charm.

Zhao Ji rose from the soft couch, wrapped a light gauze around her waist, and walked naked toward Yang Che with her bare feet on the floor.

At this moment, Yang Che had completely calmed down. Under the influence of the Heaven-Mending Dao, his state of mind had entered a wonderful state, where he could roam freely among the flowers. The Heaven-Mending Dao, on the other hand, emphasizes an indifference and ruthlessness that is close to the Dao of Heaven.

Zhao Ji looked at Yang Che and was about to reach out and touch his face, but just as she was about to touch him, Yang Che suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Empress Dowager, since you want me to paint your portrait, please lie down properly. The posture you were in just now was the best." Yang Che put his arm around Zhao Ji's shoulder and led her to the soft couch they had come from.

Zhao Ji's pupils contracted slightly. She had never expected Yang Che to have such a cold and domineering side. For a moment, she was somewhat bewildered and passively allowed Yang Che to embrace her and lead her towards the soft couch.

When Zhao Ji sat back on the soft couch, she finally realized what had happened. However, instead of being offended and angry by Yang Che, she became even more interested in him.

This version of Yang Che seemed quite interesting. Suddenly, a greater desire arose in Zhao Ji's heart: a desire to conquer Yang Che.

While a warm and adorable young man is certainly cute, his heroic and domineering nature only fuels a beautiful woman's desire to conquer him.

"Is that so?" Zhao Ji reclined, freely stretching out her slender figure.

"Still the same?" This time, Zhao Ji turned around again, leaving Yang Che with only his back to her.

"Or is it like this?" Zhao Ji immediately relaxed and lay down straight, allowing Yang Che to see a sea of ​​fragrant flesh rippling on the soft couch.

Zhao Ji changed her poses several times, using suggestive and provocative language, but Yang Che simply pulled the canvas from the side without any emotion and began to paint.

Through his killer instincts, he could see every subtle change in Zhao Ji's body: the trembling of her muscles, the changes in skin tone, and even the emotional shifts implied by changes in the frequency of her breathing.

As Zhao Ji watched Yang Che paint, she had a gut feeling that he was not as simple as she had imagined. However, this did not make her back down; on the contrary, it fueled her desire to conquer him.

When she took the initiative to invite Yang Che to meet her today, she was already challenging the taboo. She wanted to seek the thrill of breaking the taboo. The other side that Yang Che showed today made her experience the mysterious unknown. Conquering what can be conquered can certainly bring a sense of accomplishment, but how can it compare to the sense of accomplishment of conquering the unknown?

As Yang Che finished his final stroke, a portrait that could only be admired in private and absolutely could not be seen by outsiders appeared in Zhao Ji's sight.

Zhao Ji looked at herself on the canvas with great satisfaction. The lifelike portrait perfectly captured her body. Examining the portrait, Zhao Ji asked Yang Che, who had already stepped aside, "You painted a portrait of Empress Dowager Huayang, and she rewarded you with a thousand gold pieces. Today you are painting a portrait of me; shall I also reward you with a thousand gold pieces?"

"This humble subject does not need the Empress Dowager's thousand pieces of gold." Yang Che looked directly at Zhao Ji, showing no sign of backing down under her burning gaze.

At this point, the progress of the mission regarding the Extinction of Emotions on the Heavenly Demon Strategy had reached a terrifying 99%. Since there was no way to change it, Yang Che had no choice but to sacrifice himself.

"Isn't my portrait worth a thousand gold pieces?" Yang Che's answer made Zhao Ji's eyebrows furrow, and she was somewhat angry.

"Just now, the Empress Dowager has already given me ten thousand taels of gold. How could I dare to ask the Empress Dowager for another thousand taels of gold now?"

Yang Che replied.

He had already made up his mind. With the Heavenly Demon Strategy in his possession, he could be cautious, but he could not be cowardly. Now that things had come to this point, how could he be afraid of a woman?

Even if she was the Empress Dowager of Qin, what could she do? The demonic side deep within Yang Che's heart had now taken over.

If Zhao Ji, a woman, dares to do this, does that mean he, the dignified Lord of the Heavenly Demon Strategy, is inferior to a woman?

Therefore, when he answered Zhao Ji's question, he was also trying to seduce her.

"When did I give you ten thousand gold pieces?" Zhao Ji was momentarily stunned and could only look on in bewilderment at Yang Che's answer.

Yang Che did not answer, but stared intently and unabashedly at Zhao Ji's beautiful body.

Under Yang Che's gaze, Zhao Ji suddenly understood Yang Che's meaning as if by divine inspiration. Wasn't the ten thousand gold pieces Yang Che mentioned referring to her?

Zhao Ji laughed, a laugh she made no attempt to hide, and said, "Then do you dare accept the ten thousand taels of gold that I'm offering?"

"Since it is a gift from the Empress Dowager, how could Yang Che dare to refuse it?" Yang Che stepped forward and pressed himself against Zhao Ji, feeling the warmth emanating from her body.

"No, I can only give you one thousand gold coins. Whether you can get the remaining nine thousand gold coins depends on your sincerity." Zhao Ji suddenly took a step back, widening the distance between herself and Yang Che.

Yang Che remained calm and instead pressed on, asking, "Then how can I prove my sincerity?"

"What do you think?" Zhao Ji smiled charmingly. Although the trip hadn't actually taken place, she already felt every pore on her body relax.

"Is it like this?" Yang Che suddenly pulled Zhao Ji into his arms and kissed her moist, full lips.

"Not enough, not enough." Zhao Ji shook her head and broke free.

"How about this?" Yang Che was not disappointed. Instead, he slowly lowered his body, moving down along Zhao Ji's neck.

Zhao Ji kept saying, "Not enough, not enough," until Yang Che knelt down completely in front of her and slipped into the light gauze around her waist.

Not enough, not enough, enough, enough.

As time went by, Zhao Ji's difficult and stubborn behavior gradually turned into incoherent ramblings.

At this moment, on the Heavenly Demon Strategy:

Main Quest Six: Rebuilding the Path of Extinction: Progress 100%, Quest Completion Reward: The Classic of the Plain Girl.