CMWKSD -Chapter 176 Jiu Yue’s “Jiu”! Jiu Yue’s “Yue”!

It was clear—this was absolutely unwinnable.

The head of the guards shouted, “Everyone, stop!”

The guards scrambled away from Jiu Yue as fast as they could, afraid that even a moment’s delay would mean sharing the same fate as the guards lying on the ground.

Jiu Yue didn’t even seem to be breathing heavily. She twirled the surgical knife in her hand once, her gaze sharp and ruthless as it swept over the person speaking.

The head guard panted, standing there: “Miss…”

He wanted to ask, what exactly have you come here to do?

Robbery doesn’t look like robbery.

Killing… well, killing certainly looks like killing—there were already several bodies on the ground.

A light smudge of blood clung to Jiu Yue’s face, so faint it didn’t even run—just resting on her eyelid.

It looked like a strange, dazzling flower had bloomed across her eyes.

Her gaze shifted from merciless to gentle in the blink of an eye.

“Heh, look at me—I forgot to introduce myself. Truly, that’s bad of me.”

Her tone carried the air of self-reflection, but no one dared respond.

No one truly thought she was reflecting.

Her demeanor clearly told the guards lying dead on the ground: the debt has a debtor, the grievance has a cause—it was her hand that struck them down.

If you came looking for her, then here she is!

At this moment, the head guard dared not act rashly. The steward had already collapsed from blood loss, lying in a line with the guards whose throats Jiu Yue had cut single-handedly.

“My name is Jiu Yue—Jiu Yue’s ‘Jiu’, Jiu Yue’s ‘Yue’.”

Jiu Yue gave a bright, lively smile.

“If the King of Hell wants you dead in Jiu Yue, then you will die in this Jiu Yue!”

As her last words echoed, the courtyard fell utterly silent—so silent that not even a pin could have fallen. No one dared take a breath.

If an ordinary person had said something like this, they’d have been called arrogant.

But Jiu Yue’s words, paired with the bloody scene and her lively smile, were far more terrifying than even the King of Hell himself.

The head guard was trembling in place. Jiu Yue lightly flicked her toe, and with a gentle kick:

A large blade glinted coldly as it whooshed past the head guard’s ear with a clang.

“Why aren’t you moving faster?!”

The head guard didn’t dare hesitate—stumbling, he ran toward the main courtyard.

Meanwhile, all the small doors of the Jiang household were swiftly shut from inside out by Shao Qing’s men, ensuring no one could escape.

Thirty people… oh, counting Jiu Yue and Shao Qing, barely one unit.

Jiu Yue alone was one. The remaining thirty with Shao Qing at best amounted to a single “person” in terms of strength.

With that kind of formation, even if Jiu Yue had come alone, she would be entirely unfazed.

Minister Jiang and his several sons—both legitimate and illegitimate—rushed over, some coming out from the concubines’ quarters, some from the study.

Some hadn’t even slept, their faces flushed—who knew what they had been doing?

Minister Jiang’s headgear wasn’t properly fastened; he appeared disheveled.

Shao Qing’s men, reading the situation perfectly, brought Jiu Yue a chair.

Jiu Yue comfortably sat in the courtyard, legs crossed, quietly humming some tune—like a lullaby for the soul.

The courtyard was brightly lit, the firelight across the street casting illumination onto the Jiang household. But every Jiang family member hid in the shadows, which made Jiu Yue appear even more radiant in the firelight.

As soon as the head guard mentioned Jiu Yue’s arrival, Minister Jiang stiffened. At the hunt, he had been one of the senior officials Jiu Yue had protected.

Though older, Minister Jiang could still see clearly Jiu Yue’s skill.

Moreover… everyone present that day had noticed that Jiu Yue held extraordinary standing with the Emperor Fengyuan.

Not to mention, her merit in saving the emperor hadn’t even been rewarded yet.

Now Jiu Yue had broken into the minister’s residence at night and killed his guards.

What on earth was going on? Minister Jiang racked his brains but couldn’t figure it out.

As soon as he ran into the courtyard, seeing the blood-soaked ground and the grotesque corpses of guards and the steward, he couldn’t even begin to process whether he felt pity. The first instinct for everyone was to turn and vomit.

Someone had arrived, and Shao Qing gave a signal to his men.

Quickly, torches illuminated the Jiang family members’ faces so Jiu Yue could examine each of them clearly.

Jiu Yue’s gaze landed on a slightly familiar old man. Her eyes curved, and a sweet, serene smile appeared: “Minister.”

Minister Jiang’s body trembled at the respectful address, but as a third-rank official, he was not easily intimidated—especially surrounded by the tall, muscular men forming a circle around him.

What did she intend? Some form of vigilante justice?

Having survived countless life-or-death situations in officialdom, he wouldn’t have been scared by a mere young girl…

But his hand reached out arrogantly to point at Jiu Yue, ready to shout.

Jiang’s eldest son pressed down his hand, reminding him of what had happened to those who crossed Jiu Yue during the autumn hunt.

He could restrain the hand, but not the mouth.

“Jiu Yue! What are you doing?! Breaking into my residence at night, killing my guards, smashing my house—is this rebellion…?”

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue, glanced at Minister Jiang, and then reached back.

Shao Qing handed her the organized files detailing the Jiang family’s crimes.

With a loud smack, several bound notebooks slammed into Minister Jiang’s face.

He staggered backward, falling hard to the ground, dragging his eldest son down with him.

Clutching his swollen face, his yellowed eyes blazed with fury, almost unable to form words:

“Jiu Yue!”

He tried to curse again, but his eldest son and other sons, seeing the scene on the ground, were terrified and shouted urgently: “Father!”

The items on the ground—if seen by outsiders—might have been unfamiliar. But the Jiang family knew them well.

Following his eldest son’s gaze to the notebooks that had struck him, Minister Jiang’s pupils contracted. He dared not speak another word. Cold sweat poured down: “Ji… Jiu Yue…”

“I know my name is pretty—you don’t need to keep saying it,” Jiu Yue said, clicking her tongue at Shao Qing.

“Why hasn’t Jiang Qingqing arrived yet? I said I wanted to chat with her! Chat! Why is she so useless?”

No sooner had she finished speaking, two burly men dragged in Jiang Qingqing, dressed only in her nightgown, disheveled and hair unkempt.

She caught sight of Minister Jiang and screamed, trying to rush toward him: “Father!”

Minister Jiang’s eyes flickered. He remembered Jiang Qingqing mentioning Ji Yiqing before.

He was touched—his daughter had been spoiled too much.

Yet, being his daughter and holding such high status, Minister Jiang naturally let her say what she wished.

But before he could mention Ji Yiqing, Jiang Qingqing said she wanted to have Ji Yiqing firmly in her grasp first.

Then came the autumn hunt, followed by the Rong family incident.

Minister Jiang had been so busy trying to profit from all the chaos that he had forgotten about Ji Yiqing.

But Ji Yiqing was none other than the husband of this female demon before him!

Could it be…

Minister Jiang’s face darkened slightly with fear. Could Qingqing have returned to her old ways?

In the past, it had only been minor young men with no rank or family.

But Ji Yiqing… not only was he an official of the court, he was also Jiu Yue’s husband!

At this moment, Jiang Qingqing no longer had any decorum. She wailed twice, her cries piercing, yet no one dared approach her.

She was left to cry on the ground freely.