CMWKSD -Chapter 177 Jiu Yue Goes Berserk

Jiu Yue looked at the crying, wailing Jiang Qingqing and said, “Shao Qing, you’ve read books, haven’t you? Do you know the next line after ‘If a child is not taught’?”

Before Shao Qing could respond, Minister Jiang had already nimbly gotten to his feet from the ground.

He moved to Jiang Qingqing’s side and slapped her hard.

Jiang Qingqing was stunned, clutching her face in utter disbelief. “Father!”

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue. “Minister Jiang, your age is catching up with you. You act as if you haven’t eaten in days.”

With a smack, Minister Jiang slapped her again.

Jiu Yue ignored him, shaking her head and clicking her tongue in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Qingqing staggered, trying to stand. She realized that her father and brothers kept glancing at Jiu Yue.

All she had done was drug her husband—but it hadn’t even worked.

Was it necessary for them to come crashing in like bloodthirsty maniacs?

Before she could even rise, the eldest Jiang son had already struck several of the brothers who had spoiled Jiang Qingqing in the past.

They all surrounded her immediately.

Terrified, Jiang Qingqing couldn’t even speak as she was repeatedly slapped.

Being all adult men, just a few slaps left her face swollen like a rising bun.

She could barely form words.

But Jiu Yue was still not satisfied.

Just as she was about to speak, a piercing wail cut through the air: “Qingqing!”

Madam Jiang, being a woman, lagged a few steps behind Minister Jiang.

But as soon as she reached the courtyard, she saw several sons surrounding Jiang Qingqing, her face swollen beyond recognition from the beating.

Tears streamed down Jiang Qingqing’s face, and she could barely speak.

Madam Jiang rushed forward and embraced her.

“Liang…”

“Qingqing, Qingqing… are you mad? How dare you beat her like this…”

“Sir, Sir! How can you just stand by? In the past, you doted on Qingqing. How can you let them beat her so?”

Minister Jiang glanced cautiously at Jiu Yue. “Qingqing has committed a grave offense.”

Madam Jiang’s brow furrowed. “Grave offense? What grave offense? You’re a minister! Even if Qingqing killed or set fire, you could handle it…”

Minister Jiang hastily tried to cover Madam Jiang’s mouth, but Jiang Qingqing pointed at Jiu Yue, barely able to utter a word: “Ji… Ji…”

Madam Jiang then saw the stunning woman hidden beneath a black cloak.

“Ji… what? That young officer? What? Just playing around…”

“Silence!” Minister Jiang’s body trembled as he shouted angrily.

Jiu Yue laughed outright, the cold scalpel in her hand burning as if scorching her palm.

“Well said, well said!”

She stepped forward slowly, holding the scalpel toward Madam Jiang. “Just playing around, huh?”

Madam Jiang shivered instinctively at Jiu Yue’s appearance. “You… you…”

Shao Qing immediately pulled Jiang Qingqing and the rest of the Jiang family aside.

Minister Jiang shouted desperately at Jiu Yue, “Jiu Yue, you are magnanimous. Don’t hold it against her. She’s just a woman with little understanding, speaking without thinking…”

Hearing Minister Jiang’s submissive words, Madam Jiang finally realized the situation—Jiu Yue had completely taken control of the Jiang residence!

This Jiu Yue?

Madam Jiang looked at the woman approaching her and suddenly remembered the woman Minister Jiang had mentioned at the hunting grounds some time ago.

Could it really be that Jiu Yue—the wife of Ji Yiqing?

“I… I…”

Jiu Yue bent slightly, the tip of her scalpel gently lifting Madam Jiang’s chin.

“If a young officer can ‘just play around,’ then a mere minister’s wife… can die too.”

As the words fell, a faint red mark appeared on Madam Jiang’s neck.

She clutched her throat violently, blinking her eyes. “I… I… ahh… ahh…”

“Mother!”

“Madam!”

With a splat, blood spurted out, splattering Jiu Yue’s face.

Jiu Yue turned slightly, seeing Jiang Qingqing and Minister Jiang being trampled by Jiu Yue’s men, desperately crawling toward her.

But they could only flail uselessly in place.

And the several sons of Minister Jiang, whether from fear or shock, stood frozen.

The domineering Madam Jiang, who had ruled for decades, was dead?

So easily, with no warning, no buildup…

Jiu Yue smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re next.”

Her scalpel still dripping blood, she pointed it at the remaining Jiang family members.

One by one, the blade touched, each marked for death.

Shao Qing gathered the papers from the ground—these had been copied by Ji Chaomin while Jiu Yue was detoxifying Ji Yiqing.

The originals had been taken by Ji Chaomin, and today’s morning court would present them at the Golden Throne Hall.

Minister Jiang had perhaps been intimidated by Jiu Yue earlier, but seeing his wife’s death right before his eyes, he could think of nothing else.

“Jiu Yue! You conspired to harm a court-official’s wife! What crime do you deserve? I am the Left Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, a third-rank official! My wife is a court-appointed madam! You think killing my wife will let you escape unscathed? I demand her life in retribution! Her life!”

Jiu Yue leisurely wiped the blood from her hands and face.

A faint smile curved her lips. “Minister, five years ago, you also served as the Salt Inspector.”

Minister Jiang froze, unsure why Jiu Yue was suddenly chatting as she killed.

She continued calmly, “Two years ago, Minister, you relocated your ancestral tomb. Truly filial. You prospered and did not forget your ancestors, finding a feng shui site for them. You’ve honored your Jiang family ancestors.”

Minister Jiang stiffened violently.

No… impossible. How could Jiu Yue know about that?

He had been so discreet.