CMWKSD -Chapter 185 Is It Because You Like Me?

Jiu Yue suddenly lifted her eyes. “No!”

Emperor Fengyuan furrowed his brows. He was only giving an example, but Jiu Yue’s reaction made it seem as if she had actually lived in that world before.

This was a place governed by laws and rules—Da Qi, or even other countries. Where could someone just kill anyone they wanted?

If such a place truly existed, who could sleep peacefully? Who could eat without fear?

“Jiu Yue.”

Jiu Yue snapped back to reality and lightly shook her ears, holding them between her fingers. “I don’t want to. Jiu Yue doesn’t want to live in a place like that.”

She didn’t want to return to the dark moon of the past.

Emperor Fengyuan looked at Jiu Yue, ignoring her earlier odd behavior. Clearly, those were not good memories.

Now that Jiu Yue had arrived here, with him protecting her, and with the brothers of the Ji family watching over her…

Thinking about Ji Chaomian’s conduct, and Ji Yiqing as well…

The two brothers had done fairly well.

Emperor Fengyuan stood up. He was a head taller than Jiu Yue and reached out to rub her head.

His palm was warm, not like a hand at all, but like a pool of hot spring water, gently flowing into Jiu Yue’s heart.

“You are very straightforward. You say what you think, do what you want—this is precious, rare. I feel very pleased because I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”

“So I don’t want to restrict you with rules and regulations. But Jiu Yue, remember this: no matter what, there must always be a line in your heart. No matter the situation, you must never kill casually.”

Jiu Yue blinked. “Then hitting is allowed?”

Emperor Fengyuan laughed heartily. “When you kicked the Crown Prince’s backside and beat Ling Mo until his face was all bruised, did I ever scold you for it?”

Jiu Yue shook her head. The Crown Prince was unavoidable, and Ling Mo…

When she had beaten Ling Mo, Emperor Fengyuan didn’t even know her yet.

Looks like she would have to test someone with high authority to see if Emperor Fengyuan would scold her.

As she thought this, Jiu Yue’s eyes shifted to Emperor Fengyuan.

Emperor Fengyuan: …

He had no idea what she was thinking!

But it definitely wasn’t anything good!

“Do not provoke deliberately! And don’t set your sights on me!”

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue and withdrew her gaze in mild disappointment. “Oh.”

“Was Jiang Qingqing’s death related to you?”

“I hinted to them that as long as Jiang Qingqing died, I wouldn’t submit the evidence.”

Emperor Fengyuan’s heart skipped a beat.

The evidence collected by the Ministry of Justice had clearly been copied from the Jiang household.

Jiu Yue had given them hope, letting them personally torment and kill their own daughter or sister.

But all of that evidence had already been presented to his court.

It was a cruel trick: giving hope, only for it to be shattered into even deeper despair.

“You really know how to manipulate people,” Emperor Fengyuan thought. Jiu Yue was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Sometimes she seemed clever, sometimes she spoke and acted without thinking like a silly girl.

Sometimes she seemed not clever, but shrewd and calculating like a little fox.

Jiu Yue let out a soft, mischievous laugh.

After leaving the palace, Shao Qing was waiting by the carriage.

Seeing Jiu Yue, he exhaled and hurried to greet her. “Mistress.”

Every time Jiu Yue entered the palace, besides the Ji family, Shao Qing’s heart was always tense.

There was no help for it—Jiu Yue was far too prone to mistakes and trouble.

Jiu Yue responded with a hum and climbed directly into the carriage.

They returned to the Ji residence.

Ji Yiqing was already standing, still a little weak, draped in a cloak that made him look frail and pitiful.

Before the carriage even stopped, Jiu Yue had jumped down.

Shao Qing’s heart skipped a beat.

Jiu Yue herself had never felt this before—it was obvious just seeing Ji Yiqing stirred her heart.

Ji Yiqing reached out from beneath his cloak to grab Jiu Yue, wanting to check on her.

But Jiu Yue pulled him around in a twirl.

“Are you alright?”

“Are you alright?”

“Why are your hands so cold?”

“Why are your hands chilly?”

They spoke at the same time and fell silent at the same time.

Their eyes met, leaving only a warm, gentle smile exchanged between them.

At the gate of the residence, whether from the effect of the medicine or something else, Ji Yiqing hadn’t seen Jiu Yue immediately upon waking and had panicked.

Later, hearing that Jiu Yue had entered the palace and wouldn’t let him leave, he came to the gate instead.

Now he held Jiu Yue’s hand, walking into the courtyard.

Jiu Yue walked steadily, showing no obvious weakness.

But even in confusion, Ji Yiqing knew that under the influence of the medicine, he had been somewhat wild and fierce.

Jiu Yue, who normally hated being restrained or humored, was at that moment completely yielding to him.

Once inside their room, Ji Yiqing hurriedly began to check Jiu Yue’s clothing.

Jiu Yue’s pupils contracted slightly. “You… haven’t detoxed yet?”

Really? She was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Ji Yiqing’s face flushed. Upon seeing the teeth marks and scratches on his own body, he realized just how intense the struggle had been.

He hadn’t noticed his small actions before, only worried that he might have hurt Jiu Yue.

He pulled Jiu Yue into an embrace, coughed lightly, and whispered gently, “I’ve detoxed. I just wanted to see if I had hurt you.”

“I… I might have gone a bit crazy back then.”

Jiu Yue hugged Ji Yiqing’s lean, strong waist. This waist… roughly like that of a loyal dog.

“No, am I someone you could hurt?”

Ji Yiqing relaxed slightly. Ignoring the ambiguous marks on his own body, as long as he hadn’t hurt Jiu Yue, he was reassured.

Then he remembered what his elder brother had said about Jiu Yue going to the Minister’s residence.

“Next time something like this happens, no matter what, take me with you, alright?”

He wasn’t at ease. No matter how skilled Jiu Yue was, he might not intervene—but as long as he could see her, it would be enough.

In case… he said in case some expert appeared or something went wrong, he could at least step in to shield Jiu Yue.

He wondered why he, of all people, deserved Jiu Yue’s attention and to have her vent on him.

So…

Ji Yiqing cupped Jiu Yue’s face. She blinked, letting him hold her.

“Did you… go to the Minister’s residence a little bit because you like me?”

Jiu Yue froze. “Huh?”

What kind of question was that?

Aren’t ancient people supposed to be subtle?

Who asks about liking or loving someone so directly?

Why was Ji Yiqing so blunt?

No choice—this was all forced out by Jiu Yue.

Because the subtle, reserved Jiu Yue refused to think about it, ignoring everything, Ji Yiqing had long learned to speak plainly with her—direct, straightforward, no beating around the bush.

But what it felt like to like someone… Jiu Yue didn’t understand that yet.

Still, being with Ji Yiqing made her feel happy, and that much was certain.