CMWKSD -Chapter 220 Special Training Camp

Ji Chaomian hemmed and hawed, unable to get a word out.

Mainly because he genuinely didn’t know what he was supposed to say.

Ji Yiqing hadn’t coordinated anything with him at all.

Jiu Yue shot Ji Chaomian a look full of hatred for his lack of backbone.

“Useless!”

Ji Chaomian: !!!

Heavens above—snow in June!

This was injustice worse than Dou E’s!

After that, Jiu Yue—who looked visibly furious—turned around to help Ji Yiqing, and her movements instantly became incomparably gentle.

Ji Yiqing pouted, looking extremely aggrieved, with an unconscious softness mixed in.

Then he half-leaned his body against Jiu Yue.

The faint scent of alcohol on him drifted straight toward her nose.

Jiu Yue tilted her head slightly upward, and what she saw was Ji Yiqing’s sharply defined, resilient jawline.

Every angle, every movement—this was clearly all carefully planned.

Ji Chaomian: !!!

Learned it, learned it!

So this was how one was supposed to please one’s wife now?

Had the difficulty level of marital affection already risen to this extent?

Marriage was terrifying.

Jiu Yue wrapped an arm around Ji Yiqing’s waist and led him into the room.

Ji Yiqing tightened his abdominal muscles, doing his absolute best to ensure Jiu Yue wouldn’t touch even a trace of excess flesh.

The servants were stopped outside the room.

Today, Jiu Yue was unusually patient, personally wiping Ji Yiqing’s face and so on.

The warm steam softened Ji Yiqing’s features.

Jiu Yue cupped his face, the feel of it extremely pleasant.

Unconsciously, she kneaded it a couple of times.

Ji Yiqing lifted his gaze.

All Jiu Yue saw was that his eyes seemed to still hold a sheen of moisture, looking at her pitifully.

Jiu Yue swallowed.

This man—was he a seductress?

She gently scooted closer and sat between Ji Yiqing’s legs.

Ji Yiqing wrapped both arms around her waist.

Jiu Yue held his face, her voice so gentle that she herself didn’t even notice it.

Truly—beauty was disastrous.

“What’s wrong?”

Ji Yiqing’s lips drooped. “Someone talked about me.”

Jiu Yue’s face darkened, her gaze turning sharp. “Who?”

Ji Yiqing sniffed. “The sons and grandsons of nobles who hosted a banquet for me and elder brother today.”

Jiu Yue snorted coldly. “Those people are really tired of living.”

A flash of joy passed through Ji Yiqing’s eyes.

So what if he was henpecked?

His wife was Jiu Yue.

In this world, how many wives like Jiu Yue were there?

Those people were just sour grapes because they couldn’t have what he had.

He didn’t care.

He would tattle.

Ji Yiqing hurriedly shook his head. “It’s fine, really. Just a few words, it doesn’t matter.”

Seeing Ji Yiqing so wronged yet still speaking up for those people, how could Jiu Yue stand it?

She was about to get up and go beat someone.

Ji Yiqing tightened his grip around her waist and hugged her firmly.

“It’s really nothing. They’re just spoiled dandies, pampered by their families, with no filter on their mouths.”

“If someone could properly discipline them, they wouldn’t be like this.”

“Sigh, speaking of it, they’re all sons and grandsons of dukes and marquises. But without proper guidance, those ducal and marquis households are probably facing extinction.”

As he spoke, Ji Yiqing even sighed worriedly, as if he were genuinely concerned for them.

Jiu Yue’s eyes instantly lit up. She remembered something.

……

“You said you want to set up some kind of special training camp? What even is that?”

Jiu Yue held a list in her hand—entirely written by Ji Yiqing under her “coercion.”

Ji Yiqing pitifully recounted the banquet that day, when he and Ji Chaomian had been mocked.

He wrote down every single person involved in meticulous detail.

Not one missed.

And he even slipped in some personal additions.

Together with Ji Chaomian, he added a few sons and grandsons of officials who often made things difficult for the two of them.

“When I came back from Peach Blossom Village, an official from the Ministry of War saw how obediently I had people under control,” Ji Yiqing said.

“He told me to share my methods for managing people.”

“So I thought—sharing isn’t as good as practice. Why not pick some playful, unruly sons of nobles and set up a special training camp?”

“In at most three months, you’ll see results.”

“When the time comes, have people record everything and show it to the Ministry of War and the generals, see whether this method of training soldiers is workable or not.”

Emperor Fengyuan glanced at Jiu Yue.

Training soldiers?

If everyone could be trained into someone like Jiu Yue…

Great Qi would probably become the hegemon of the world outright.

Workable, workable…

Jiu Yue glanced at the strange curve lifting at the corner of Emperor Fengyuan’s mouth and still spoke honestly.

“They can’t compare to me. But if they can reach even one-half of one-half of one-half of one-half of my level, that would already be enough for the soldiers to be invincible.”

Alright. The smile could just stay flat.

If it weren’t for the smug look on Jiu Yue’s face, Emperor Fengyuan would have suspected she was stuttering.

“One-half of a half of a half…”

But since Jiu Yue had this intention, Emperor Fengyuan naturally supported her fully.

Jiu Yue’s abilities—forget even half of a half of a half.

If she was willing to pass on even a pinky’s worth, it would be enough for those dandy sons of noble families to benefit for a lifetime.

It wasn’t that those nobles hadn’t thought about finding someone to properly educate their children and grandchildren.

But…

Who would dare?

Well, the person who dared was standing right in front of him.

“Is there any particular reason for this list?” Emperor Fengyuan asked.

Jiu Yue lifted her chin. “Of course. These people have filthy mouths and bullied my Ji Yiqing.”

Emperor Fengyuan: …

No—why did he feel like he was just minding his own business, walking down the road, and suddenly got kicked?

“Get out!”

He was choking with anger.

Jiu Yue didn’t doubt him at all.

She clasped her hands and, shamelessly, started asking for money.

“Then Your Majesty, approve some silver for me. Don’t go through the national treasury—take it from your private vault. This time I went out, I earned you at least tens of millions taels. That silver mine…”

Was there really someone who asked for money this righteously?

“Approved, approved, approved! The location and silver will be given to you shortly.”

Jiu Yue nodded in satisfaction.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. Oh right, since I’m working so hard training people for you, I should get a monthly stipend, right?”

“Not asking for much. I’m a first-rank commandery princess—no, no.”

“You said before you wanted me to be a princess, so I won’t move into the commandery princess’s residence for now.”

“When the princess residence is finished, I’ll live there instead? A princess is first rank, right? How much silver does a first-rank official get per month?”

Jiu Yue counted on her fingers. How could she possibly know?

She was just figuring out how much she could ask for without getting beaten!

After all, she was about to become a titled princess with a fief.

Ask for too much and Emperor Fengyuan definitely wouldn’t give it.

Ask for too little and she’d be unhappy.

Such a dilemma. She should’ve thought it through at home.

How about one thousand taels a month?

That seemed a bit low—Emperor Fengyuan was quite generous.

When he rewarded her, it was often tens of thousands at a time.

Then how about ten thousand taels a month?

Feasible, feasible!

Li Feng bit his lower lip hard.

The veins on Emperor Fengyuan’s forehead popped out.

He really must have been out of his mind back then.

Not long after Jiu Yue returned, she’d been busy detoxifying the descendants of the vassal kings.

That alone took more than a month.

Plus, the two cases she supervised were handled beautifully.

It had already been confirmed that the people behind them were from the Northern Barbarians—though exactly who still required investigation.

After doing so much, Emperor Fengyuan felt the reward had to be generous.

That was why he told Jiu Yue she’d be made a princess.

Just that the imperial edict would have to wait until the princess residence was completed.

After all, she’d only been granted the title of commandery princess last year, and now she was being made a princess again—people would talk.

Jiu Yue had said it was fine, no problem.

Then she turned around and hauled ten full carts of stuff out of his private vault.

She even took a whole chest of silver notes.

Did she lack silver?

That little brat probably slept on silver notes at night just to feel secure!

Oh right—and during the heavy rains in Lingshu County, she’d fleeced him for another thirty thousand taels!

Thirty thousand taels!

Sure enough, as Jiu Yue counted on her fingers—

Emperor Fengyuan suddenly stood up and started pacing around, searching for something.

Jiu Yue abruptly stopped talking, shrank her neck, and asked, “Your Majesty, what are you looking for?”

Emperor Fengyuan chuckled darkly and, in a grand flourish, pulled out a bamboo rod from under the desk!

A purple bamboo rod, at that.

“My heavens!” Jiu Yue clutched her backside and turned to run.

This was truly the first time—really the first time—that Emperor Fengyuan had specially ordered someone to prepare a purple bamboo rod for him.

A whisk couldn’t hurt this little brat nearly enough!