CMWKSD -Chapter 179 If a child is not taught, it is the father’s fault!

The Jiang family guards, witnessing the scene before them, recoiled in horror.

Jiang Si ordered that the crooked-eyed, warty-mouthed, lame, and ugly groom be brought over.

Ignoring Jiang Qingqing’s agonized screams as she was being slapped hard by Master Jiang, the groom lunged forward and tore open her clothes.

As if he knew what was about to happen, everyone in the Dark Moon Pavilion turned their backs, refusing to watch.

Having given strict instructions before, Shao Qing knew well after the incident at the Ten Thousand Flowers House that Jiu Yue despised men who slept around outside.

Thus, the rules of the Ji family had become the rules of the Dark Moon Pavilion as well.

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue: “Dirty eyes.”

Hearing this, Jiang Si immediately dragged the groom and Jiang Qingqing behind the rockery.

Since Jiang Qingqing had provoked this disaster through her own lustful thoughts, she would now have to engage with someone she normally looked down upon.

But at this moment, the groom looked at Jiang Qingqing, drenched in blood, in that atmosphere and surrounded by so many fierce, menacing people, and was instantly terrified, tears and snot streaming down.

He could no longer go through with it.

Jiang Si furiously tried to tear at Jiang Qingqing’s clothes.

Jiang Qingqing struggled and screamed, but it was utterly useless.

Jiu Yue frowned slightly, finding the scene both satisfying and absurdly ridiculous.

Moreover, Jiang Qingqing, the kind of woman who could casually give someone such a potent drug, was hardly being rewarded here.

Master Jiang thought Jiu Yue, being a young girl, probably couldn’t bear to see this. He stepped forward to pull Jiang Qingqing, whose clothes had been torn, back to the center of the courtyard, still unable to see her fair skin.

Then, Jiu Yue allowed everyone to witness the true evil of human nature.

In front of one’s own younger sisters or daughters, nothing matters more than oneself.

Only when misfortune truly strikes oneself can one feel the piercing pain.

Jiang Qingqing was tortured by her father and brother until only her final breath lingered.

Her eyes had been gouged, her nose cut, her face slashed.

Flesh was sliced off in strips…

Not a single decent spot remained on her body.

Even her tongue was cut off by Master Jiang himself, simply because Jiu Yue said she was “noisy.”

People in the courtyard vomited again and again.

Even Shao Qing, the young man who had vowed to remain unflinching by Jiu Yue’s side, nearly spewed his bile.

Seeing that it was almost the usual time for court, Jiu Yue stood and smiled coldly at the Jiang men.

“Evidence number one: abuse and killing of one’s own sister and daughter. Everyone present is a witness. Jiang Qingqing’s body is right there. Both witness and physical evidence are complete.”

“Master Jiang, the Jiang family truly has excellent education!”

Master Jiang, still holding Jiang Qingqing’s flesh, vomited several times from disgust.

Shuddering at Jiu Yue’s words, he struggled and lunged toward her: “What did you say? You promised me, you promised me!”

Jiu Yue covered her nose—Master Jiang, drenched in blood and stinking, was unbearable.

“Master Jiang, perhaps your ears are failing. When did I ever speak?”

At this, the Jiang men realized Jiu Yue was deliberately creating an illusion.

She made them believe that if they disposed of Jiang Qingqing, she would pretend nothing had happened and would not report them.

Jiu Yue gave them hope, let them personally torture the sister and daughter they cherished most, and then delivered a fatal blow!

She killed, yet destroyed their hearts.

“You watched with your own eyes… watched us… You did it on purpose! If you hadn’t said those words, hadn’t hinted, how could we have done such despicable, pig-like things?!”

Jiang Da roared furiously.

Yet none dared touch Jiu Yue. At the hunting grounds, he had personally seen her skills.

Anyone in this courtyard, tied up in heaps, was no match for her.

Jiu Yue frowned slightly: “Young Master Jiang, you’re so cruel. I am but a little girl, scared to death—how could I possibly have hinted for you to commit such pig-like acts?”

Everyone stared at Jiu Yue like a ghost: “You’re scared to death?”

Who knew she would turn the words around: “Wasn’t I explicit with you?”

“But so what! Explicit or implied, what can you do to me?”

“The killers are you, the ones who tortured your sister and daughter are you. I merely spoke a few words.”

Hearing this, the Jiang men’s anger instantly dissipated.

One by one, they sank into despair, as if all their energy had vanished in a flash.

They knew—there was no turning back.

Tears ran down Master Jiang’s blood-stained face, leaving only mottled red marks.

Jiu Yue coldly stared at him: “If a child is not taught…”

Master Jiang murmured: “…it is the father’s fault.”

Jiu Yue stepped in front of him.

“Correct. There is a reward. The reward for your Jiang family’s nine generations: obliteration!”

Pfft!

Master Jiang could not bear it and spat a mouthful of old blood far away. Fortunately, Jiu Yue dodged quickly, or she would have been splattered.

On the ground remained only Jiang Qingqing, barely alive, a skeleton of bloodied flesh.

Perhaps hearing the fate of her family, she let out hoarse, half-laughing, half-crying sounds.

Then she drew a deep breath, trembling, the blood on the ground pooling around her.

Her legs gave out. Only her eyes remained, whether open or closed, nobody could tell.

But there was no further movement.

“Let’s go.”

Jiu Yue gave her no more looks, pulled her hood over her head, and turned away.

The Jiang family’s fate had run out.

Shao Qing and the others hurried after Jiu Yue.

Looking back at the luxurious, refined, and elegant Jiang mansion, the air still carried a lingering stench of blood.

Beneath the opulence lay decay and rot.

The Jiang family was rotten to the core.

Its downfall was inevitable. Jiu Yue had only accelerated it.

As they exited the mansion, Ji Chaomian, his clothes slightly disheveled, ran over.

He hadn’t slept all night but looked remarkably alert, though breathing heavily, showing he had spent a taxing night.

Ji Chaomian did not ask Jiu Yue what had happened.

Since she was out, she had already vented her anger.

The Jiang family would certainly not benefit at all.

He looked at Shao Qing: “You all come with me.”

Jiu Yue yawned, uninterested in whatever they were planning.

After all, Ji Chaomian’s “come with me” was certainly not directed at her. Who could command her? Who could teach her?

“Big brother, I’m going back to sleep.”

Ji Chaomian nodded. Jiu Yue left, and he went to handle the aftermath.

By then, they had reached the Jiang mansion.

Without concern for whether Jiu Yue would sleep or eat, Ji Chaomian hurriedly coordinated with Shao Qing about the report.

Behind him, several corpses were dragged into the mansion.

Shao Qing glanced hurriedly: two of them were the bandits from Zhenfeng Mountain?

What was Ji Chaomian planning?

He looked at the men behind Shao Qing: “Send them back. There shouldn’t be too many people.”

Shao Qing nodded. The men soon disappeared around the corner.

Shao Qing quickly summarized all evidence against the Jiang family, excluding paperwork, emphasizing the Peach Blossom Village incident.

Ji Chaomian’s pupils constricted slightly, teeth clenched as he spat through his anger: “Bastards!”