CMWKSD -Chapter 18 The Deed of Sale

A guard from the Wang family cast a cold glance at the few people in the courtyard.

All he cared about was finding that so-called Jiu Yue who was supposedly about to die.

But after pacing around inside and outside the house several times, he didn’t find anyone who looked half-dead. Instead, there was one cripple—Ji Chaomian.

“Where is she? What’s her name?” The guard pulled out the document in his hand and glanced at it.

Jiu Yue suddenly shot Ji Dahu a fierce look.

That was a deed of sale!

It was actually a deed of sale!

She had originally been full of confidence that nothing would go wrong.

But in this era, a deed of sale really meant selling oneself—and it was protected by law!

Ji Dahu shrank his neck.

Jiu Yue suddenly heard Ji Chaomian say that the Wang family’s young master hadn’t died yet. She frowned slightly and poked Ji Yiqing. “Is the Wang family very powerful?”

The guard was still yanking at Ji Dahu and shouting at him. Ji Dahu would rather die than say that Jiu Yue was there.

Even though Jiu Yue was standing right in the middle of the courtyard.

But Jiu Yue’s words from yesterday—I don’t like people pointing at me—had sunk straight into Ji Dahu’s bones. He didn’t even dare point.

Ji Yiqing had also seen the deed of sale.

He was thinking about how to redeem it when he suddenly heard Jiu Yue’s question. By reflex, he nodded. “They’re the richest merchants in Qingshui County.”

Jiu Yue glanced again at the deed of sale in the guard’s hand, then stepped forward. “I’m Jiu Yue.”

The guard, who had been ranting one-sidedly, let go of Ji Dahu’s collar and walked up to Jiu Yue.

This little girl was quite pretty, but hadn’t they said she was about to die?

She looked lively and full of energy—nothing like someone on the brink of death.

But dead or alive didn’t matter. As a guard, his job was simply to take her back.

Whether they wanted a living person or a corpse wasn’t for him to decide.

Just as he was about to step forward and seize Jiu Yue, he heard the pretty girl part her pale lips and say, “Has your young master already died?”

If he was already dead, then there was nothing she could do. But if he wasn’t dead yet, she might be able to try.

Although poison arts and martial skills were her strongest suits, her medical skills were no joke either.

After all, when she wasn’t on missions, she went around looking for people to practice on—toxins, surgeries. People at the base had all been terrorized by her.

The guard shouted angrily, “How dare you curse our young master!”

As he spoke, he moved to step forward.

Ji Yiqing immediately blocked Jiu Yue.

Once again, Jiu Yue felt she really didn’t need protection—she was the ceiling of combat power.

Still, his action showed that he had backbone. He wasn’t a coward who hid his head.

Jiu Yue patted Ji Yiqing. “Since he’s not dead, then take me to have a look?”

Ji Yiqing looked at Jiu Yue in surprise, his swordlike brows knitting together. “No!”

Jiu Yue patted his shoulder. “Relax, I’ll be fine.”

The guard snorted coldly. “Whether you want to or not, you must go to the Wang family!”

Seeing Jiu Yue about to leave with them, Ji Yiqing couldn’t care about anything else. He hurried after her. “I’m going with you.”

The guard glanced at Ji Yiqing. “And who are you?”

Jiu Yue casually sat down on the flatbed cart. Beside it was a coffin.

Whether she was big-hearted or something else, the sight made the guards and thugs nearby twitch at the corners of their mouths.

“He’s my husband.”

The guard gave Ji Yiqing a look full of disdain.

He probably thought Ji Yiqing had sold his own wife and was now pretending to be devoted—what was the point?

But neither of them said anything more.

Ji Yiqing stood beside Jiu Yue.

At the moment, Jiu Yue was wearing Shen Mei’s short working clothes, with cloth shoes on her feet—slightly too big, not fitting snugly.

Jiu Yue decided she would swindle the Wang family patriarch.

The richest merchant, after all. Who knew how much silver he had?

She could hardly imagine how happy she’d be if all that silver were hers.

The whole way there, no one spoke. Ji Yiqing was tense the entire time.

Seeing how carefree Jiu Yue looked, he still lowered his voice and said, “If the Wang family tries to use force later, you run. I’ll block them.”

Guard Wang heard this and sneered. “My master and mistress are the most benevolent. They wouldn’t do anything like killing people recklessly.”

Jiu Yue sighed helplessly. “Then why are you insisting on taking me back?”

Guard Wang said nothing.

He was just a guard following orders. Whatever the masters said went.

Dead or alive, bringing the person back was his task.

They soon reached the county seat. The Wang residence was at the southern end of the city.

Great Qi seemed to have regulations about gatehouses.

Words like residence or mansion weren’t something anyone could use at will, and even the width of the gates had strict standards.

So even though the Wang family was extremely wealthy, the front gate looked rather ordinary.

But once inside, with pavilions, towers, and scenery at every step, it was clear that the place had been built at great expense—refined and luxurious.

They were taken to the main hall.

Guard Wang was about to go find the steward.

Jiu Yue and Ji Yiqing stood there.

Though both were dressed in coarse cloth, they showed not the slightest trace of inferiority or timidity—neither servile nor overbearing.

Seeing the guard about to leave, Jiu Yue hurried forward. “Take me to see your young master.”

Guard Wang was utterly speechless.

Did this girl even know she was here for a ghost marriage? That was basically putting a green hat on her husband!

Good grief—asking this right in front of her husband. Her nerve was enormous.

But the young master’s body had been weak to begin with. Even the doctor said it was just a matter of one or two days.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to Ji Family Village to find someone.

And now this person opened her mouth and demanded to see the young master.

The master and mistress were guarding the young master around the clock, just to accompany him in his final days.

Who would want her to see him?

Guard Wang didn’t want to bother anymore and turned to leave.

Jiu Yue had little patience.

What if that so-called young master kicked the bucket in just this short time?

Where was she supposed to earn money and redeem her deed of sale then?

She raised her hand and grabbed Guard Wang by the shoulder.

Guard Wang froze for a moment. He tried to turn around but found that Jiu Yue’s grip was like iron pincers.

He couldn’t move at all!

Jiu Yue’s strength wasn’t actually that great.

She always used clever force. When grabbing someone, she usually pressed on certain xue points, creating the illusion that the person couldn’t move.

Guard Wang struggled in place. “You—!”

Jiu Yue said coldly, “Take me to see your young master. I’m a doctor!”

Before Guard Wang could respond—

Ji Yiqing looked at Jiu Yue in shock. You said just yesterday that you were an assassin—killing people lightning-fast!

But how could Guard Wang believe any of that?

He opened his mouth and shouted, “Someone, come quick!”

Ji Yiqing had no idea that Jiu Yue’s recklessness was this consistent—fearless everywhere. He’d thought she was only fierce at home. Turns out she was even fiercer outside.

Grabbing people the moment she acted.

Hearing footsteps outside, he couldn’t think about anything else. He grabbed Jiu Yue and ran. “Run!”

Jiu Yue was speechless: …

She had come specifically to see the Wang family’s young master. Why run?

Judging by the footsteps, there were only a dozen trash mobs at most—easy work.

She directly slapped Ji Yiqing with one palm, knocking him behind the door to hide.

Ji Yiqing’s heart leapt into his throat. He really didn’t dare relax for even a second—once she let go, she went straight to fighting!

He didn’t know how Jiu Yue struck.

Didn’t know how she kicked.

But in less than half a quarter-hour, a row of people lay on the ground, every single one unable to make a sound.

Jiu Yue didn’t like listening to wailing, crying, or screaming—it annoyed her.

So she preferred to make people mute.