CMWKSD -Chapter 175 I Can’t Sleep, Came to Talk to Your Lady

“A few days ago we received news that the bandits from Zhenfeng Mountain had come down and even entered the city. I’m not sure why, but shortly after the master returned, I had people lure those bandits to the shop on South Street owned by the Jiang family.”

The Jiang residence happened to be right next to South Street—just across the road.

The Dark Moon Pavilion operates quietly.

Usually, there are few outsiders, even officials, coming and going.

No one reports to the authorities; they just keep an eye on things.

Just don’t cause trouble that reaches the head of the Dark Moon Pavilion.

Jiu Yue glanced at Shao Qing with a look of appreciation.

Look at this awareness, look at the capability in action.

She felt a bit ashamed in comparison.

Raise the salary! Absolutely must raise the salary!

If she hadn’t recruited Shao Qing herself, who would have benefited from him?

Tsk tsk tsk, her eye for talent was indeed excellent.

“Make some noise.”

No sooner had she said this than a burst of red fireworks shot into the sky with a whoosh.

Everyone looked up.

Shao Qing nodded: “Master, it’s done.”

At least half of the patrol battalion and the military office would be drawn away.

Jiu Yue lifted her hand and pulled her hood over her head.

The black cloak was the perfect weapon for hiding one’s figure.

The red hem peeking out faintly looked like a beautiful, eerie poppy bleeding through.

She walked up to the main gate, standing tall before row after row of muscular men.

About thirty in total.

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue. Shao Qing really deserved any amount of silver per month.

“These are the fastest I could gather, all strong and fierce.”

Jiu Yue felt like she truly looked like someone coming to pick a fight.

It was definitely a different feeling from going alone with just herself.

She nodded and walked at the front.

Shao Qing walked beside her, also cloaked in black with his hood up, holding the evidence.

Jiu Yue toyed with the token at her waist as she walked.

This was the token the Emperor had given her after the autumn hunt. The Rong family issue hadn’t been fully resolved yet.

Her true reward from the Emperor hadn’t been formally granted.

So they gave her a token to play with. With this token, Jiu Yue could come and go from the palace without issue.

Shao Qing led the way the whole way.

Everyone moved silently, holding their breath.

A black mass, like a sudden apparition of vengeful spirits in the night, radiating violent energy.

At the front walked the smallest, most beautiful woman.

Her fine features were hidden by the hood, only her blood-red lips, curved in a half-smile, visible.

A slight curl, and she could devour souls.

Before long, they reached the Jiang family’s gate.

The guards at the gate froze, about to speak.

Jiu Yue’s hand shot out from her cloak, gesturing forward.

“Smash!”

The large men behind her moved quickly. There were only two guards at the gate.

Bang! Bang! Bang! In moments, they lay on the ground, life unknown.

A man drew a great sword, wedged it into the door seam, and with a click the latch fell to the ground.

No one cared about respecting women or fearing the Jiang family.

They ransacked everything in sight like a swarm of locusts.

Across the street, screams came from the Jiang shop.

The sounds of smashing and chaos were endless.

The torches of the patrol battalion lit half the sky.

Blended with the noises here, it sounded like a macabre, exquisite symphony.

They hadn’t even reached the main courtyard or house yet—this was just a bit of trivial destruction, worth less than one of Jiu Yue’s potions.

Then the Jiang family’s guards appeared.

A middle-aged man, looking like a steward, rushed out, flustered and hurried, half-dressed.

He shouted sharply while hiding behind the guards: “Who are you? This is under the Emperor! You… you…”

He stuttered, trying to say that this was the Emperor’s domain and how dare she be so reckless.

But he realized something was off: she had just smashed her way through the main gate.

Her audacity was already beyond reckless.

“Where’s Jiang Qingqing?”

Jiu Yue pulled down her hood, revealing her beautiful, confident face.

“I can’t sleep in the middle of the night, so I came to your lady’s house to chat.”

The steward froze: “Nonsense! Who comes in the middle of the night like a bandit just to chat with someone?”

The emphasis seemed wrong—who stays up at night, storms into someone’s house, and ransacks it just to chat?

Jiu Yue chuckled: “So this is what you call a bandit, huh?”

She stepped closer to the steward.

The guards drew their swords, ready to protect him.

“This is just the beginning. You have no idea. Soon you’ll see what a real bandit is.”

“Bring the person in charge to me.”

The steward paused, then stopped arguing.

He gestured to his guards: “Seize her.”

Who knew why this woman had come at this hour?

Better to catch her alive and ask later.

Several guards raised their swords to attack.

Most of Jiu Yue’s men carried sticks, only a few had blades.

Although a ragtag army, they knew Jiu Yue was the master. Seeing her being attacked, they wanted to help, but Shao Qing stopped them: “Wait.”

Just from her smiling expression, one could tell a wicked fire was barely restrained.

Not letting Jiu Yue enjoy herself, shed some blood—this wasn’t going to end easily.

Jiu Yue drew a small knife from her waist and, like a phantom, appeared before the steward.

With a swift motion, she cut off the steward’s ear: “Ears don’t obey? Better trimmed.”

The steward felt the chill on his ear, then a hot rush of blood down his collar.

All that remained was his scream.

Jiu Yue shoved her small knife into his mouth.

The scream was muffled.

No one saw how Jiu Yue had struck.

By the time they realized, only a segment of tongue, still trembling, remained on the floor.

Heart-stopping!

More guards rushed over. In no time, Jiu Yue and her group were surrounded.

Even if there were more than thirty or forty, that was all the officials’ guards could muster.

Private guards were common—did the Jiang family have them? Unknown.

Otherwise, publicly raising more troops would be suspicious.

After all, this is the Emperor’s domain—who dares to act against the law?

This number of people wasn’t even enough to fill a gap in Jiu Yue’s teeth.

The steward didn’t know whether to cover his ears or mouth, staring at Jiu Yue in terror.

Jiu Yue grinned at him: “Can the person in charge come out now?”

The steward stepped back, dripping blood, finger pointing viciously at her.

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue.

The Jiang guards surged forward.

Her eyes hardened.

She had clearly been polite and accommodating.

She was trying to talk nicely!!!

Why would anyone ignore that and act on their own initiative?!!!

Her palm flipped, the surgical knife in her hand instantly becoming a killer weapon that neither god nor Buddha could block.

In just a breath or two, three or four guards fell, clutching their necks, body convulsing, unable to make a sound.

Not just the steward and Jiang guards, even Shao Qing’s men were subdued by her.

They were forced—or voluntarily—recruited into the Dark Moon Pavilion.

They had only dealt with Shao Qing and the lower managers before.

Never with the master.

Tonight was the first time!

Jiu Yue’s strike was full of form, color, and sound.

In the end, it all turned into silent fear and terror!