CMWKSD -Chapter 110 Family Rules

Heartrending cries came from several rooms at once.

Ji Weizhou’s voice had gone completely hoarse.

Yet the door did not budge in the slightest.

A girl walked lightly up to the doorway but did not dare step too close—her master had instructed that they were not to touch anyone.

“Young master, do you despise me as well?” Ji Weizhou was reduced to shrill screaming, the fat on his body trembling rhythmically.

“Y-you… don’t come any closer!”

Even as he shouted, Ji Weizhou kept scrambling to pull on his clothes, desperately trying to use them as some kind of shield.

Then the man stepped forward as well.

Ji Weizhou finally couldn’t take it anymore—he turned around and vomited on the spot.

“Young master, I am eighteen this year!” the man said, cupping his fists toward Ji Weizhou.

Ji Weizhou vomited while staring wide-eyed. If the man hadn’t said anything, he would have thought he was at least thirty!

In an instant, several doors were flung open at once—people calling out for “younger brother,” calling out for “wife.”

And there were also the three Ji brothers who understood absolutely nothing and could only scream.

Ji Yiqing deftly climbed straight out through the window. Just now, everything had happened so fast that he hadn’t seen anything clearly.

But knowing Jiu Yue, there was no way she would bring him somewhere just to look at women.

He had zero interest in the girls in these establishments anyway—he already had Jiu Yue!

Hearing Ji Chaomian’s voice, Ji Yiqing saved himself first, then went to rescue Ji Chaomian.

Not long after, the doors to the private rooms holding Ji Weizhou, Ji Zhouye, and Ji Wanqiao were opened as well.

The three of them crawled out, rolling and scrambling, and upon seeing one another immediately hugged their heads and wailed:

“What was that thing?!”

Jiu Yue stood there, looking down at the three brothers crying in a heap. She let out a cold laugh.

“That’s syphilis, little brothers.”

Behind her, Shao Qing directly tossed silver into each of the private rooms.

When Ji Zhouye and the others saw Jiu Yue and Ji Yiqing, their minds buzzed loudly.

They didn’t even care whether their clothes were in order. They hurriedly stood up, faces streaked with tears and snot.

“Second sister-in-law… Eldest brother, second brother…”

Ji Chaomian hadn’t actually suffered any direct “harm.” He’d only seen some things through his fingers.

To be honest, the shock was still pretty intense.

Jiu Yue pointed at Ji Zhouye and the others with her folding fan.

“Go home, little brothers!”

Go home and face death, little brothers!

The five rooms had all gone through roughly the same experience.

Each had one woman afflicted with syphilis, and one young man who had been hollowed out by wine and lust—and then infected.

The three wiped their faces and followed behind Jiu Yue downstairs, where they also saw Shao Qing hand a silver ingot to the madam of Wanhuā House.

The madam even told them to come again often.

Never again!

They would never come again!

This was too terrifying.

What were all those things growing on their bodies?!

Jiu Yue rode back in the carriage. The five brothers walked instead—although syphilis is sexually transmitted, Jiu Yue still felt uncomfortable.

As soon as the five arrived home, the servants immediately brought out the disinfecting herbal water Jiu Yue had prepared. They were forced to bathe thoroughly three times.

“Third young master, the master says he’s waiting for you in the main hall!”

“Fourth young master, the master says he’s waiting for you in the main hall!”

“Fifth young master, the master says he’s waiting for you in the main hall!”

Shao Qing went to notify them one by one.

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian were completely innocent victims, but Jiu Yue still felt it was necessary to give them a bit of education.

After all, wasn’t this exactly how people of this era thought?

They felt that going to brothels was fine, hiring prostitutes was fine.

Some even sought out so-called “artists who sell talent but not their bodies,” girls or young men who had read a few books.

Under the pretense of elegance—reciting poetry and composing verses—they were still prostituting themselves!

Jiu Yue absolutely did not want Ji Yiqing or Ji Chaomian to become officials one day, get dragged to a brothel by some superior—

And then come home carrying a filthy disease. Jiu Yue would truly have nowhere to cry.

Even though syphilis is sexually transmitted, if someone in the household got it, who knew what accidents might happen?

Jiu Yue was determined to cut off that possibility entirely.

When the five brothers arrived at the main hall, they saw Jiu Yue sitting upright, lightly tapping her teacup.

“Sit.”

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian immediately plopped down. Tonight’s ordeal had actually relieved some pressure for the two of them.

On the way back, they had already scolded the three younger brothers until their heads rang.

But Ji Zhouye and the others felt like vomiting the moment they thought about it. Just as they opened their mouths to speak, they turned and ran out to puke again.

Jiu Yue wasn’t in a hurry. It was a bit late, but if this wasn’t stamped out once and for all, these men would never learn.

The three returned to the main hall pale-faced. Upon seeing Jiu Yue, they reflexively straightened their backs.

“Second sister-in-law.”

Jiu Yue slightly curled her lips.

“It’s rare that I gave you a day off. Was it fun?”

Ji Weizhou was still the youngest—by traditional age he’d only be fifteen after the New Year.

His eyes blinked and tears fell. He was so disgusted that just thinking about it made him want to vomit.

The three went weak at the knees, nearly kneeling on the spot. Seeing how spineless they were made Ji Chaomian furious.

“Stand straight!”

The three sniffled and obediently lined up.

“If you can’t control yourselves, then shall I just cut it off?” Jiu Yue tilted her head, her eyes crystal clear.

She casually took out the surgical knife she never parted with and handed it forward.

It clattered onto the ground with a crisp sound.

The three brothers’ legs gave out instantly—one knelt, one collapsed to sit, one burst into tears.

“Second sister-in-law! Second sister-in-law! We won’t dare again! Never again! We’ll never go to brothels again, never!”

At this point, they had long forgotten whether the girls were pretty or not. All they remembered were those festering sores and “cauliflower” growths.

Jiu Yue lifted her fingers gracefully, lazy yet elegant.

“The Ji family rules: Ji family men are not allowed to whore, not allowed to keep mistresses, not allowed to hire male prostitutes, not allowed to take concubines. Whoever breaks the rule—has their crime tool confiscated.”

What was a “crime tool”?

Ji Zhouye sobbed and nearly fainted. Jiu Yue never joked—if she said she’d cut it off, she really would!

Ji Wanqiao was just short of clinging to Jiu Yue’s leg and crying.

Ji Weizhou still really wanted to vomit.

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian sat to the side, entirely detached.

Honestly speaking, they had never entered a brothel to begin with. Tonight’s experience had given them both psychological trauma.

For the rest of their lives—until death—they never once stepped into a brothel again.

“Second sister-in-law, spare us. Please spare us this once. We really won’t dare again.”

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue a few times.

“Spare you?”

“Who’s going to spare us then? You go to brothels and bring back all sorts of filthy diseases. The ones who suffer are us. Why should we suffer for your mistakes?”

Ji Zhouye sobbed, wanting to kowtow, yet also feeling he couldn’t completely abandon his dignity.

In the past, he had only thought those girls were pretty. From today onward, he would instinctively stay far away even at the sight of them.

The word “syphilis” had been far too distant from them.

If Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian hadn’t told them on the road—

They would never have known that syphilis is contagious. You infect me, I infect him…

It kills you—and it kills you painfully.

The three could only cry and beg for mercy, yet none of them dared try to run.

Begging might make Jiu Yue soften her heart.

If they dared run—even a step—their legs would be broken, and they might even get… cut off.

Jiu Yue’s lips curled into an extremely cruel smile.

“It’s fine. I won’t let you die. But if you keep going to brothels, you’ll die anyway. Do you know what syphilis is?”

The three were just about to wave their hands when Jiu Yue had already begun an animated explanation—

Even more horrifying than the one Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian had given earlier.

“Do you think syphilis is the only danger in brothels? No, no, no, little brothers—you’re far too naïve.”

“To keep the girls from getting pregnant so they can take more clients, they add something to the tea in those places.”

“Mercury.”

The three immediately tried to gag themselves.

Mercury kills people!