CMWKSD -Chapter 148 Commanded Not to Kneel

This time, Jiu Yue put all of her focus into the detoxification.

There was no other way—the identity of the person performing the detox truly made a difference. Moreover, the Emperor Fengyuan was still watching the results.

If she wanted to cling to the biggest advantage possible, Jiu Yue had no choice but to be completely alert.

For three consecutive days, Jiu Yue didn’t dare close her eyes even for a moment.

She was constantly ready to save Prince Fu. After all, in this era there were no medical instruments for monitoring—everything had to be done with Jiu Yue’s own eyes, checking Prince Fu periodically.

By the end, her eyes were red from exhaustion.

After just three days, Jiu Yue’s energy was extremely low.

In her current state, anyone who passed in front of her risked being scolded.

To put it bluntly, even a passing dog might get a scolding from her.

The one who got scolded the most fiercely was Chu Yi.

Actually, it wasn’t really a scolding—Jiu Yue didn’t dare openly yell at him. She just spoke in a sarcastic, mocking tone.

Luckily, Chu Yi had a good temper, and besides, even the Emperor Fengyuan had Jiu Yue’s back.

Chu Yi wasn’t ungrateful either. How could he not notice that Prince Fu’s condition was improving day by day?

If his father truly got better, wouldn’t that prove that the so-called “curse” on the Chu family wasn’t because the Chu family had committed unforgivable sins?

But because of poison and illness, not some cosmic punishment.

So it didn’t matter if Jiu Yue spoke sarcastically or even yelled at him—Chu Yi wouldn’t mind at all!

After all, a few harsh words wouldn’t make anyone lose a limb.

Chu Yi stayed by Jiu Yue’s side, determined to take personal action. He wanted to witness his father’s recovery with his own eyes, to see the “curse” on the Chu family broken.

It was time for acupuncture again. Jiu Yue’s mind was tense to the extreme.

She lifted her hand and gave herself a needle first, which startled Chu Yi standing nearby: “Doctor Jiu Yue!”

Her eyes were sharp, a hint of obsession in them: “Shut up!”

Chu Yi quickly stepped back. For the past few days, Jiu Yue hadn’t even dared to sleep a few breaths.

Unlike him and Eagle Eye, who took turns, Jiu Yue had been present the entire time.

Eagle One frowned, watching Jiu Yue skillfully insert the needle into herself. Clearly, this wasn’t her first time.

But according to the information Eagle Eye had collected, whether in the martial world, the marketplaces, or even foreign countries…

No organization trained people like this. Jiu Yue seemed neither fully an assassin nor fully a doctor.

Eagle One couldn’t guess at all who she really was.

Even more puzzling, Jiu Yue didn’t interact much with people—everything she did came entirely from her own instincts, as if no one had ever taught her.

Eagle One stepped forward, examining the spot where Jiu Yue had inserted the needle, frowning even more.

It was at the connection between her index and middle fingers.

“All fingers connected to the heart,” he murmured. That flesh was particularly tender.

They had tried countless times to use that spot for interrogations.

But Jiu Yue, accustomed to it, just inserted the needle to maintain her focus and concentration.

Eagle One couldn’t help but murmur: “Does it hurt?”

Jiu Yue paused mid-needle, glancing at him with puzzled eyes: “What?”

Eagle One looked into her clear eyes, hesitated, then looked away: “Nothing.”

He left Jiu Yue’s operating room and recorded his observations, as the Emperor Fengyuan had instructed. Jiu Yue’s origins were a mystery, with many unanswered questions about her background.

“Trust but verify,” the emperor thought. It was standard precaution; every step of Jiu Yue’s procedure and all her medicinal applications were recorded, just in case. A common habit of emperors.

After this round of acupuncture, Jiu Yue collapsed onto a nearby soft couch: “Wake me in an hour.”

She didn’t wait for anyone to reply. Eyes closed, she fell into sleep immediately.

Chu Yi stared in disbelief. Eagle One looked at Jiu Yue thoughtfully. Even her sleep was controllable.

They had trained people before, but very few succeeded—controlling sleep was extremely difficult.

But Jiu Yue had done it effortlessly, like a top-tier assassin.

Yet, her actions had nothing to do with being an assassin. Which killer would voluntarily put themselves in the open?

Meanwhile, Jiu Yue drove Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomin like horses toward advancement. She clearly wasn’t a killer. What assassin family would push their relatives to take the imperial exams and become high officials?

Even thinking about it was amusing.

The first five days were the most critical. After the sixth day, Prince Fu’s condition stabilized.

Jiu Yue reported honestly to the Emperor Fengyuan.

The emperor immediately sent for his secret medical staff, not the usual imperial physicians.

The official physicians were too cautious—paranoid about making mistakes.

One by one, the imperial healers took Prince Fu’s pulse, shocked beyond belief.

Just a few days earlier, his pulse had looked terminal… they didn’t know which day he would breathe his last.

But now, while his health wasn’t fully restored, the signs of imminent death were completely gone.

The Emperor Fengyuan urgently asked: “How is it?”

One doctor stepped forward: “Your Majesty, there’s indeed remarkable improvement. This is a miracle! May I ask who this person is, with such life-saving medical skill?”

The emperor’s eyes glimmered. Life-saving? Yes—it truly was life-saving.

Jiu Yue explained that it was poisoning. Once the poison was removed, the body healed naturally.

The emperor waved his hand impatiently: “Leave.”

He had hoped to discuss medicine with Jiu Yue, but after all these years of cultivating them, they were of little use. In the end, it was Jiu Yue who figured out the poison.

Jiu Yue rested her head on the table. The Emperor Fengyuan entered laughing: “Reward! Jiu Yue! Ask for anything! Today I am pleased—you can have whatever you want!”

Jiu Yue jolted upright, seeing the emperor’s beaming expression. She realized he must have verified Prince Fu’s recovery.

Before even finishing the detox, he wanted to reward her. What should she ask for?

She blinked: “Your Majesty, will you truly give me whatever I want?”

The emperor decisively sat in the head seat: “A promise is a promise!”

Jiu Yue smiled: “Then may I have a blank imperial edict?”

The emperor narrowed his eyes, sensing something unsettling: “A blank edict?”

He had high expectations for her and didn’t want to think the worst of Jiu Yue immediately.

A blank edict was basically her writing whatever she wanted—she could even claim the throne.

What did Jiu Yue intend by requesting it?

Jiu Yue shook her head: “I want a blank edict so I can be commanded not to kneel.”

The emperor’s expression blanked: “What is that?”

Jiu Yue grinned: “It means in the future, I don’t have to kneel to anyone—not even you. Does that sound like a fitting reward?”

The Emperor Fengyuan felt he was losing his understanding of Jiu Yue completely.

“Was kneeling to pay respect so difficult for you?” he asked.

Jiu Yue wanted to snort. Really, it’s the emperor—how could she kneel poorly? What nonsense was he talking?