CMWKSD -Chapter 227 Little Mud Figures

Squeak—

The two heavy gates of the camp creaked with a dull sound.

The trainees looked over in fear, as if the closing gates had sealed off the door to their lives.

Bang.

The gates slammed shut completely.

Those with even a little bit of fear went weak in the knees and plopped down onto the ground.

Everyone else stood scattered about.

To be honest, after all, they were all children of dukes and marquises.

Their posture was impeccable.

At least in Jiu Yue’s eyes, they stood like they should, sat like they should.

But… their spirit and aura were lacking.

Looking at the people from the Dark Moon Pavilion, who were formerly ordinary commoners, it was natural that in front of such high-born figures, they appeared timid.

Jiu Yue frowned slightly.

Shen Zongsheng helped Wen Yu down from the gate.

Wen Yu sat on the ground, practically ready to wail at the top of his lungs.

But at this moment, no one was paying him any attention.

He staggered toward the crowd.

Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian had the day off and had come specifically to help.

Ji Yiqing also had a task.

Assigned by the Emperor Fengyuan: make full use of every resource.

Since Jiu Yue had gone through the trouble of training so many people, none of them should be idle. After the special training camp ended, everyone would have work to do.

Ji Yiqing was delighted.

He had initially regretted giving Jiu Yue this task. Jiu Yue would frequently be away from home, and the camp was over an hour from the Ji residence.

With Jiu Yue’s personality, she definitely wouldn’t return home often.

He had morning court meetings and naturally couldn’t check on her every day.

He’d be lonely at night. How pitiful!

Now, this task from Emperor Fengyuan suited him perfectly.

Ji Yiqing handed the prepared roll call list to Jiu Yue.

Wen Yu only glanced at it.

His eyes immediately landed on Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian standing beside Jiu Yue.

Unless someone was utterly dense, they would understand everything at once.

It was deliberate. Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian were deliberate.

Jiu Yue was even more deliberate.

Despicable!

A despicable little man!

Complaining to a woman!

How could one call himself a man of honor?

Wen Yu’s chest heaved with anger.

He didn’t care if he had just been dealt with.

His mind was already clouded with blood rage.

In a few steps, he got within just a few paces of Jiu Yue.

He roared, “Princess Xuyu, you’re taking personal revenge under the guise of justice! You hung me on the gate on purpose just to back your husband! Isn’t that so?”

Jiu Yue laughed. She had been worried there wouldn’t be someone to act as the first target for demonstration.

Now, here was the “chicken.”

And he even spoke so formally: “Is it, or isn’t it?”

Of course it was!

Jiu Yue’s eyes were full of mockery as she glanced at Wen Yu.

He felt like a wild beast was staring at him, every hair on his body standing on end.

“I…”

Jiu Yue lifted her foot and kicked him square in the stomach.

For the first time, Wen Yu’s feet left the ground—he flew!

Then, with a loud thud, he landed in the mud.

As if by fate, Jiu Yue seemed to have calculated his landing perfectly.

Wasn’t this the same group that had been invited to the banquet with Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian?

At least most of them were here.

Those in the crowd who recognized Wen Yu were shocked by Jiu Yue’s move.

This was the heir of the Marquis of Yongning, who would inherit the title in the future.

Remember, the Yongning Marquises were an old family of centuries. Their marital alliances, the old marquis’ disciples, the Wen family’s officials…

Not to mention the crown prince wouldn’t dare to lift his foot so blatantly.

After all, the crown prince had far more considerations.

But Jiu Yue didn’t…

Did she fear a mere young heir?

She looked down at Wen Yu and stepped forward deliberately.

Where she passed, people couldn’t help but pay their respects.

Fear mixed with admiration.

Wen Yu struggled to sit up.

Before he could even stabilize, Jiu Yue placed her foot directly on his chest again.

He couldn’t bear it and flopped back down—calmly this time.

“I am taking personal revenge, and what can you do about it?”

Wen Yu gritted his teeth. Only in his early twenties, in the prime of his pride.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian not far behind Jiu Yue, raising their eyebrows and smiling.

The two brothers, similar in features, mirrored each other’s gestures.

Truly a pleasing sight.

But in Wen Yu’s eyes, he was losing his mind.

All this suffering from just one sentence.

“You! I’ll have my father, my grandfather, my uncles… confront you…”

Jiu Yue couldn’t help laughing.

She bent over, hands on her knees, and with the other hand slapped Wen Yu’s face—a resounding slap.

Clap! Clap!

“See? I knew you guys weren’t weaned yet, but you wouldn’t admit it.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be long before I send you all back.”

Jiu Yue stood tall, still with her foot on Wen Yu.

“Sending all you grown men back to your mothers to drink milk.”

The crowd’s emotions surged at her words.

Everyone was furious, clenching their fists, ready to rush forward.

Jiu Yue was just one person, and they numbered in the hundreds.

Even with guards nearby, they were descendants of dukes and marquises.

Surely, they wouldn’t dare to act against her, right?

Before they could act, Jiu Yue gave a wicked smile.

“If you can survive under my hands, then you can cry all you want.”

With that, she raised her hand: “Throw them in!”

Throw?

Throw what?

Before anyone could react, the black-clad guards surged forward, fierce as demons.

Whoever they caught, they threw.

Splash! Splash!

One by one, the young lords were tossed into the mud pits.

Those who knew when to act, like the Dark Moon Pavilion people, jumped in energetically.

As expected, Shao Qing had chosen wisely—these people’s judgment was exceptional.

The crowd hadn’t noticed the environment here before.

Now, they saw dozens of large mud pits.

Once fallen in, each became a little mud figure.

Who was who? Which identities mattered?

When everyone was in the pits, wailing and struggling, guards at the edges wielded bamboo poles.

Anyone daring to rise would be jabbed sharply.

Everyone had to crouch, sit, or lie in the mud.

For a moment, it was a cacophony of wails.

Jiu Yue closed her eyes, quietly listening.

A beautiful melody.

The guards brought over a wooden platform, placing it in the center of the mud-pit circle.

Jiu Yue walked over slowly: “I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll give you your first lesson.”

With that, the guards dragged over a man wearing a black hood and dropped him on the platform.

Once the hood was removed, it was clear—wasn’t this the spy from the Huijin Pavilion that day?

Jiu Yue said she would use him as a teaching tool.

The people from Jingzhao Prefecture had interrogated him and immediately rushed him here, even leaving the sword wounds untreated.

Even in this pitiful state, his handsome features were visible.

The man stared at Jiu Yue intensely.

She stepped onto the platform: “Already glaring at me? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for that.”

The guards with bamboo poles paused.

One by one, the little mud figures in the pits stood up.

Dozens of mud pits—if the mud were dry, it would look just like terracotta warriors.

Jiu Yue chuckled gleefully at the thought.