CMWKSD -Chapter 115 Ling Mo Gets Beaten Again

As soon as they returned to the residence, Ji Chaomian dragged Ji Yiqing straight into the study, not even letting him wash up.

The two of them were actually both exhausted and uncomfortable, but what had happened with Jiu Yue absolutely had to be handled properly.

That was the Prince of Ling’s heir—no ordinary person.

Take General Shen, for example. Although Jiu Yue had beaten Concubine Zhu in the general’s residence, she was, in the end, only a concubine.

Even if she were beaten to death, it wouldn’t really cause any problems.

What’s more, General Shen was still counting on Jiu Yue to treat Shen Zongsheng’s leg. No matter how unhappy he might be, he wouldn’t say it out loud.

Besides, they never cared much about Concubine Zhu anyway.

But an heir apparent was not an ordinary person—that was the only son of the sole non-imperial prince of Great Qi!

The only son!!!

If Jiu Yue had hit a little harder back then, it was entirely possible she could have beaten him to death.

Ji Yiqing couldn’t help but feel grateful for all the repeated warnings he had given Jiu Yue before the exams.

Thank goodness he had told her not to kill anyone—absolutely not to kill anyone.

Otherwise, what they’d be worrying about now wouldn’t be how to salvage the situation.

It would be how the whole family was going to survive after being thrown into prison.

They still didn’t even know how that heir was doing now.

Ji Yiqing actually wanted to go beat him up again, but he couldn’t say such a thing out loud—it would be treasonous.

So he could only look for another way to take revenge.

Ji Chaomian paced around the room several times. Nine days of examinations had nearly turned his brain into mush.

But this was an urgent, life-or-death matter—he had no choice but to think!

Ji Yiqing sat calmly in a round-backed armchair. “Big Brother, don’t panic. I have a way.”

Ji Chaomian suddenly spun around. “You have a way? What way?”

Ji Yiqing straightened up and pinched the bridge of his nose. His energy was nearly gone—he was truly exhausted.

“When Jiu Yue was treating Shen Zongnian, she once used a bottle of hemostatic medicine. Its effect was excellent. Shen Zongnian asked me whether he could buy the prescription with silver.”

Ji Chaomian’s eyes lit up at once. “Jiu Yue agreed?”

Ji Yiqing nodded. “She agreed long ago. It’s just that the two of us were busy with exams, so we said that after we finished, she’d write out the prescription, and then have the Shen family army doctors come over to learn how to make it.”

Ji Chaomian slapped his thigh hard, grinning from ear to ear.

Jiu Yue really had turned Ji Chaomian—such a proper, upright gentleman—into an ordinary man whose emotions showed plainly on his face.

“That’s it. General Shen has influence in front of His Majesty and also in front of Prince Ling. We can have General Shen act as an intermediary and see if we can go over to apologize.”

Ji Chaomian also felt that the heir’s actions had gone too far, but the other party was still a prince’s heir.

They were nothing more than minor examinees. Even if they were lucky enough to pass the palace exam, they would still start out as low-ranking officials of the seventh or eighth rank.

How could they possibly contend with a prince?

An apology was unavoidable. They could only swallow this grievance for now.

When, in the future, the two brothers reached high positions—

Then they wouldn’t have to let Jiu Yue suffer this kind of humiliation again.

Ji Yiqing didn’t respond, only smiled faintly.

He summoned Shao Qing, whispered a few words to him, and only then did the brothers go wash up and sleep.

Seeing Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian asleep, Jiu Yue sat in the courtyard with a cold expression.

That damned heir had harassed her.

And after that, he even dared to make a big show of looking for her!

One had to know that in this era, a woman’s reputation was scrutinized harshly. By searching for her so openly, he was practically pointing at her nose and announcing that she had been harassed.

Others wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with the Prince of Ling’s heir—they’d merely say a couple of words about the heir being romantic and flirtatious.

They might even turn around and think it was her fault, the victim’s fault.

They’d say she was unchaste.

Worse still, for those women without the power to resist, and with strong, unyielding temperaments—if they were truly abducted off the street—

What awaited them would be a strip of white silk, or death to preserve their own reputation.

Jiu Yue clenched her fists tightly. Looking back now, thinking she’d hit him too hard back then—

In truth, she had clearly hit him far too lightly!

Jiu Yue got up and went out. Asking a random passerby, she easily learned where the Prince of Ling’s residence was.

Then Jiu Yue returned home in a rage.

When night fell—

Ji Yiqing was clearly exhausted this time. When Jiu Yue put on her night clothes and went out, Ji Yiqing didn’t know a thing.

Jiu Yue’s figure slipped eerily through more than half of the capital.

The Prince of Ling’s residence wasn’t far from the imperial city, so there were especially many soldiers and guards here.

This was the first time Jiu Yue had taken nearly a full hour just to infiltrate, evading so many patrols.

But she still managed to enter the Prince of Ling’s residence.

Last time, when she had gone to scout the general’s residence at night, she lacked experience. This time, she brought hallucinogenic powder with her.

Casually, she administered a very small dose to a servant. “Where does the heir live?”

The servant blinked dazedly and immediately pointed in a direction.

Jiu Yue raised her hand and stuck a needle into the back of the servant’s neck.

The servant instantly regained clarity. “Hey, what just happened to me?”

The guards of the Prince of Ling’s residence were indeed different from those of the general’s residence.

By the time Jiu Yue reached the heir’s courtyard, she had dodged seven or eight patrols along the way.

So many guards—just how afraid of death was this prince?

But who was Jiu Yue? Infiltration, killing, evasion…

These were the foundations of her survival back in Dark Moon.

She had been trained into a machine that only knew how to kill.

She had no thoughts of her own, no values of her own.

She could go without eating, without sleeping, without speaking.

But the skills of killing, evading, and hiding that were carved into her bones—

Those were what allowed Jiu Yue to survive in a place like Dark Moon!

Jiu Yue drifted lightly into Ling Mo’s room. In the outer chamber, a maid was sleeping on a couch.

As soon as Jiu Yue entered, she raised her hand.

A wisp of light smoke drifted past, and the maid fell into an even deeper sleep—she probably wouldn’t wake up even if someone tossed her into a pigsty.

Moving further inside, she lifted the luxurious, opulent bed curtains.

There she saw Ling Mo sprawled out, sleeping soundly.

This anger had to be vented. Jiu Yue had no intention of killing Ling Mo.

After all, she just wanted to let off steam—not to kill the Prince of Ling’s heir at such a critical moment during the spring examinations,

And cause turmoil throughout the court.

The Prince of Ling’s heir was no ordinary person.

If turmoil broke out at court, Prince Ling would surely turn everything upside down to find the culprit.

Then all of Great Qi would fall into misery.

How would she live a good life then? How could she keep herself safe and uninvolved?

So, Jiu Yue beat Ling Mo up again.

After beating him, Jiu Yue left feeling refreshed and invigorated.

With the heir in this state, there was no way he’d be able to get out of bed for three to five days at least.

Before the results were announced, this heir had better stay home and behave.

…

Morning sunlight streamed into the room. The maid rubbed her neck and waited respectfully outside the curtains. “Heir? Heir, it’s time to get up.”

Her head felt a little groggy. Last night the heir hadn’t called for water or anything—how had she slept so deeply?

She called several times, but there was no response from inside the bed curtains. She stepped forward slowly, assuming Ling Mo was just sleeping heavily.

But today they had to go pay respects to the Princess Consort of Ling. Sleeping too late wouldn’t do—otherwise Prince Ling might beat him.

Summoning her courage, the maid lifted the bed curtains.

“Ahhh! Heir—Heir, what happened to you?!”

Ling Mo opened his eyes. The scene before him seemed a little wrong—why was there only a slit of vision?

No, no, try opening them again?

Ling Mo closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes hurt so much…

No, no—Ling Mo propped himself up. “Hiss, hiss, hiss—so painful, so painful…”

He turned his head with difficulty to look at the maid kneeling on the floor. “Wh… what’s going on?” Why did the corner of his mouth hurt too?

The maid had long forgotten everything else. Anyone would be terrified upon seeing Ling Mo like this.

His face was swollen like a steamed bun, his eyes bulging like a frog’s.

“Call the physician… quickly, call the physician.”

The maids and servants rushed in a flurry to summon the doctor.

The maid who had attended him the night before knelt on the floor with her forehead pressed to the ground, feeling that it was all over.

She had slept far too deeply last night. The heir had been beaten into this state, and she hadn’t noticed a thing.

As soon as the Princess Consort of Ling entered the room, she saw Ling Mo sprawled on the bed, lifeless and despondent. “Mo’er…”

Ling Mo opened his mouth, wanting to wail, but the corner of his mouth hurt too much. He didn’t even dare let the tears fall, and his eyes hurt too.

In the end, he could only let out a pitiful, miserable cry: “Mother Consort.”