CMWKSD -Chapter 119 Go Back and Cry to Your Father, the Prince

Ling Mo was being supported by a servant, looking weak, pitiful, and utterly helpless. Why was no one showing him any concern at all?

Prince Ling made it clear he had no desire to care—because he felt it was rather embarrassing that Ling Mo had been beaten black and blue by Jiu Yue.

It seemed the only way to vent his frustration now was to rack his brains to find the villain who had sneaked into the Prince’s residence that night.

Seeing that Jiu Yue didn’t answer, Ling Yue asked again.

Jiu Yue lifted her head to look at Ji Yiqing. Ji Yiqing truly did not want Jiu Yue fighting anyone in the Prince’s residence.

Revealing her true level was one thing; the other party was, after all, a prince of a different surname—not an ordinary person.

Although in the capital they had inevitably heard some rumors about the Commandery Princess, claims like her martial arts being peerless and so on—

But how much of that was exaggerated, only they themselves knew.

After all, people of the imperial clan had always liked to compete for superiority.

Even if they weren’t truly number one, they still had to create the reputation of being number one.

Otherwise, if outsiders found out that members of the imperial family were inferior to commoners or even to the sons of officials—

Wouldn’t that be humiliating?

But when Ling Yue saw Jiu Yue look toward Ji Yiqing, she snorted. “Why are you looking at him?” After a moment’s thought, she added, “Oh, he’s your husband, right?”

Jiu Yue nodded. “In reply to the Commandery Princess—yes, he is.”

Ling Yue stopped asking Jiu Yue and turned directly to Ji Yiqing. “You tell me—can she fight or not?”

Ji Yiqing almost wanted to kneel down. The one who made decisions in their family was Jiu Yue—what use was it asking him?

Still, Ji Yiqing cupped his hands and pleaded on Jiu Yue’s behalf. “The Commandery Princess’s martial arts are unrivaled. My wife has only learned a bit of the basics—she would surely be no match for Your Highness…”

Ling Yue heard once again words she had heard countless times before.

Everyone only ever flattered her.

No one ever spoke the truth in front of her.

But Ling Yue was, after all, only fifteen, raised in indulgence. Though she had become much more cautious in her words and actions over the past two years,

She had practiced martial arts since childhood, and her temperament was not the kind that would easily let matters rest.

Seeing Ji Yiqing still speaking in refined, incomprehensible phrases,

Ling Yue was already holding a whip.

She stepped back in an instant and lashed the whip straight toward Ji Yiqing.

With a sharp pa cutting through the air.

Prince Ling, General Shen, Shen Zongnian, and the others who knew martial arts all changed expressions at the same time.

“Ling Yue!” The Princess Consort Ling was startled by her daughter’s whip and cried out.

If Ji Yiqing passed the spring examinations, and that whip landed—

It would destroy his future!

Several people rushed toward Ji Yiqing simultaneously.

But they saw Jiu Yue’s face darken instantly as she yanked Ji Yiqing behind her.

Her speed was astonishing.

Ling Yue only saw a figure flash before her eyes; her hand suddenly felt empty, and in the blink of an eye, the whip was in Jiu Yue’s grasp.

Veins bulged on Jiu Yue’s hand as she gripped the whip. Her molars nearly ground to dust as she stared at Ling Yue.

Since when was her person something others could lay a hand on?

The moment Ling Yue struck with the whip, she regretted it—but she couldn’t pull it back.

Feeling at fault, she lowered her gaze and said nothing.

Afraid that Jiu Yue would lash Ling Yue with that whip, Ji Yiqing hurried to Jiu Yue’s side.

He lightly touched the back of her hand and whispered in reassurance, “I’m fine.”

Prince Ling also reached Ling Yue and scolded sternly, “What nonsense are you causing?”

But he had to admit—seeing Jiu Yue move just now had stunned him.

From that single move alone, Prince Ling understood that appearances could be deceiving. Ling Yue was absolutely no match for Jiu Yue—

She probably wouldn’t even last three moves.

Ling Yue was also someone who knew when to bend and when to stand. Knowing she was in the wrong, she lowered her head slightly. “Apologies. This Commandery Princess was rash.”

The Princess Consort Ling stepped forward and pulled Ling Yue behind her, just about to speak—

When Ling Yue poked her head out again. “Can you really not fight me?”

Jiu Yue had already been angered by that whip earlier. Ignoring Ji Yiqing’s attempt to hold her back, she stepped forward.

“Come on.”

The Shen father and son: …Alright, still the same recklessly fearless Jiu Yue.

The Ji brothers: …Alright, the heart that was hanging can just keep hanging.

Prince Ling: Silly daughter, you’re not even enough to fill the gap between her teeth.

Only Ling Mo—who hadn’t clearly seen Jiu Yue’s move and was completely out of the loop—looked excited. “Sis, avenge me!”

Hearing this, Jiu Yue—who had just crossed the threshold—turned back and gave Ling Mo a very gentle smile.

That smile sent goosebumps all over Ling Mo.

Prince Ling knew his daughter was stubborn. If she didn’t fight Jiu Yue today, she would never let it go.

So he had no choice but to order someone to lead them to the training grounds.

After all, the first two Princes Ling had both gone to the battlefield.

This training ground was even a bit larger than the one in the General’s residence.

And it had more weapons.

Jiu Yue tossed Ling Yue’s whip back to her. Ling Yue copied the mannerisms of martial artists and cupped her hands in salute.

She completely forgot that she was a noble lady of the capital—a Commandery Princess.

“Please show mercy.”

Jiu Yue stood calmly in place, unarmed, making no unnecessary movements, merely watching Ling Yue.

There was an innate disdain in her gaze that made Ling Yue feel inexplicably insulted.

With a sharp crack, the whip lashed straight toward Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue merely tilted her face slightly. The whip brushed past her cheek, and Ji Yiqing’s heart instantly leapt to his throat.

Ling Yue’s emotions showed plainly on her face; the corner of her mouth had just begun to lift in a smile—

When she saw Jiu Yue glance at her lightly, lips curling, and raise her hand to grasp the whip.

With just a gentle tug, because Ling Yue’s footing had been unstable when she struck,

She was instantly pulled toward Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue didn’t rush to seize the whip from her.

Instead, using that momentum, she flicked upward—the whip writhed like a snake.

And then, inexplicably, Ling Yue found herself tightly bound by her own whip.

One move!

One could even say Jiu Yue hadn’t really made a move at all.

Yet Ling Yue was spectacularly tied up by her own weapon, then tripped over herself and fell to the ground.

Ling Yue stared wide-eyed. She had thought her martial arts were on par with Jiu Yue’s.

But she hadn’t even withstood a single move.

Jiu Yue bent down and reached out as if to help Ling Yue up. Ling Yue froze on the ground for a moment.

Then she saw Jiu Yue staring straight at her, and as Ling Yue rose, Jiu Yue leaned close to her ear and whispered softly,

“You can go cry in your father’s arms now.”

Ling Yue felt instantly humiliated. “You—!”

Jiu Yue kindly untied the whip for her and even cupped her hands. “Thank you for yielding, Commandery Princess.”

Ling Yue’s face flushed crimson with anger. She knew Jiu Yue had done it on purpose—especially that last sentence.

And Jiu Yue had done it deliberately. She was also certain Ling Yue would never complain about that remark.

Because Ling Yue’s temperament was clearly different from Ling Mo’s.

Losing was acceptable—but tattling wasn’t. That would be losing with no dignity.

People would look down on her.

So, watching Jiu Yue’s utterly crushing victory, Prince Ling and the others felt a sense of just as expected.

What Jiu Yue had learned were killing techniques—completely different from Ling Yue’s flashy, ornamental martial arts.

Ling Yue had room for trial and error, for willfulness, for stubbornness.

Jiu Yue did not.

Her skills were not innate. She was not born powerful.

From the age of just over three, after being abducted to Dark Moon,

Jiu Yue began endless days of training—killing, learning how to kill.

She lived like this for over ten years.

A single mistake, a single misstep—and what awaited her was only death.

A death without dignity.

A death after violation and mutilation.

Or becoming prey in an octagonal cage, hunted for sport.

Or…

Becoming an item at an auction, bought by perverted tycoons, drug lords, or politicians to be toyed with.

Those were the final destinations of Dark Moon assassins.

Martial arts, to Jiu Yue, were life itself.

They were the reason she would not be reduced to a plaything.

In the pitch-dark years she spent in Dark Moon, she learned only one thing—

How to kill.

She was a killing machine that could not have her own thoughts, could not have joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and could not afford even the slightest mistake.