CMWKSD -Chapter 243 Dogs Biting Dogs

Zhuo Ya’s voice was hoarse. “You… why are you helping me?”

Jiu Yue glanced at her and burst out laughing.

“I said you’re stupid, yet truly beautiful. You really do live up to that assessment.”

Zhuo Ya was stunned. Wasn’t Jiu Yue here to help her?

Then… what was this?

As the thought crossed her mind, Zhuo Ya truly couldn’t figure out what Jiu Yue was trying to do.

She was just about to speak when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her own hand.

Her mouth flew open in shock, about to scream—

Click.

Her jaw was dislocated directly by Jiu Yue.

“I don’t like noisy people.”

Zhuo Ya stared in terror at her own hands.

Then at the skin all over her body.

That bluish-purple hue told her everything.

She had been poisoned.

But when had Jiu Yue poisoned her?

She hadn’t noticed anything at all.

“How did you come to think I was helping you?” Jiu Yue said softly. “I’m letting you turn on each other. Foolish girl…”

Hearing Jiu Yue’s almost intimate tone, Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan both shuddered unconsciously.

Whenever people mentioned “a gentle knife, each cut fatal,” the first person they thought of was Jiu Yue.

Look at how gently she spoke to Zhuo Ya—how warm, how close.

Yet she was pushing Zhuo Ya to kill her own brother.

Zhuo Ya shook her head frantically.

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue.

“At the state banquet in a few days, show me your sincerity. Then I’ll give you the first antidote.”

As she spoke, Jiu Yue wiped the water from her hands onto Zhuo Ya’s shiny bald head.

The texture was pretty good.

She’d wanted to do this the moment she saw Zhuo Ya.

What kind of depilatory was this, anyway? So clean.

Another day she should look for it—wouldn’t that save the Ministry of Justice and the Court of Judicial Review a lot of trouble when removing hair?

“I like obedient people. You’d better behave.”

With that, Jiu Yue left without looking back.

Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan hurried after her.

Only Zhuo Ya remained behind, staring blankly at her body, her skin once again fair and smooth.

As if the corpse-like version of herself just now had been an illusion.

But Zhuo Ya knew it wasn’t.

Jiu Yue did not leave the guest compound directly.

Instead, she went straight to Zhuo Mu’s room.

The moment she entered, Zhuo Mu fainted.

Jiu Yue’s scalpel moved back and forth beneath Zhuo Mu several times.

Perhaps it was too bloody—or perhaps she was afraid of getting eye trouble.

Jiu Yue switched to silver needles, piercing Zhuo Mu in several places.

As those hair-thin needles slipped into his body and vanished from sight—Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan felt all the hair on their bodies stand on end.

“P–Princess, he… what was that?”

What kind of thing was that?

How did it just disappear?

“Oh, you mean the ox-hair needles? They went into his blood vessels.”

Ying Yi: …

Jiang Xunan: …

“What will happen to him?” Jiang Xunan asked.

Jiu Yue turned back and smiled brilliantly.

“Didn’t the Northern Barbarians want the Chu family to have no descendants? Let him have a taste of that too.”

Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan both felt a chill between their legs.

What did that mean?

Even without Zhuo Mu, weren’t there others?

Seeing that her words might be misunderstood, Jiu Yue added after a moment’s thought, “Not ‘them’—just Zhuo Mu. As for the Northern Barbarian king, his day will come.”

“Zhuo Mu can’t have children anymore?”

“More or less. He can’t get it up.”

Ying Yi moved quickly to cover Jiang Xunan’s ears—and covered nothing at all. Jiu Yue’s mouth was just too fast.

Ying Yi felt like his heart was about to shatter from worry.

Jiu Yue!

You must remember—you’re a princess!

Jiang Xunan, after all, followed the Crown Prince.

Some things were hard for him to process.

“What if Zhuo Ya refuses to listen, and would rather die than betray Zhuo Mu?”

Jiu Yue vaulted out of the guest compound in one smooth motion.

“Then she dies. Don’t worry—she won’t die in Great Qi. I’ll make sure she dies back in the Northern Barbarians’ lands.”

Ying Yi was already numb.

But for Jiang Xunan, this was his first time experiencing something like this. He followed along in a daze.

She was a princess of a nation—how was it that in Jiu Yue’s hands, she was treated like a head of cabbage?

Why would Jiu Yue feel any sympathy for Zhuo Ya?

When Zhou Fang had suggested using despicable methods against her, Zhuo Ya had even said she could lure Jiu Yue out under the pretense of a sparring match.

After a pause, Jiang Xunan asked again, “Then what if Zhuo Ya tells Zhuo Mu everything?”

Jiu Yue glanced at Jiang Xunan.

From that single look, Jiang Xunan clearly read: She’s looking at an idiot.

Jiang Xunan: …

He wasn’t stupid—he just hadn’t thought it through.

“Tell him. Wouldn’t that be perfect?” Jiu Yue said lightly. “Once Zhuo Mu knows, and then sees the poison on Zhuo Ya’s body…”

“He’ll fall into suspicion. Whether or not Zhuo Ya actually betrays him doesn’t matter. As long as Zhuo Mu knows I’ve met Zhuo Ya…”

“He’ll never trust her again. The two of them biting each other like dogs—doesn’t that make a better show?”

Goosebumps rose all over Jiang Xunan’s body.

Who was it that said Jiu Yue wasn’t smart?

This was one trap linked to another.

Zhuo Ya’s path forward and backward had both been completely sealed off.

Even Jiu Yue herself felt she was astonishingly clever.

When everyone saw Jiu Yue emerge unharmed, several parties finally let out sighs of relief.

Jiu Yue slowly walked into a narrow alley.

Then she met eyes with Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian, who were lying on the ground pretending to be drunkards.

Ji Chaomian: …

Ji Yiqing: !!!

His image was completely ruined. He’d already run as fast as he could.

Didn’t Shao Qing and the others run like the wind?

Dark Moon Pavilion—fast at everything, fastest at running!!!

Jiu Yue looked at Ji Chaomian’s slightly worn clothes.

And the thumb-sized mole on his chin.

It was… hard to describe how she felt.

Ji Yiqing felt his heroic image was completely gone.

He’d stuffed a lot of cloth inside his clothes, disguising himself as a pot-bellied middle-aged man.

Would Jiu Yue think this was what he’d look like in middle age?

The moment they got into the carriage, Ji Yiqing anxiously yanked all the stuffed cloth out from under his clothes.

In no time, there was a whole pile.

Then he grabbed Jiu Yue’s hand and pressed it against his own abs.

He didn’t have a shred of excess fat.

He absolutely couldn’t let Jiu Yue think he was some greasy, beer-bellied old man.

Jiu Yue felt inexplicably horrified. “What are you doing?”

Her cool fingertips made Ji Yiqing shiver, his mind instantly clearing.

What on earth was he doing?

Ji Yiqing’s face flushed bright red. “I—I’m warming your hands. They’re cold.”

Jiu Yue didn’t doubt him. But seeing Ji Yiqing suddenly dressed like this, her eyes narrowed slightly.

…

Ji Yiqing peeked out nervously from behind the screen. “Jiu Yue… do I really have to wear this?”

Jingle jingle—

Barefoot, Jiu Yue stepped down from the bed.

Ji Yiqing truly felt like he was about to get a nosebleed.

Her slender waist was completely exposed.

Her upper body was wrapped only in a faint, almost undergarment-like piece of red fabric, barely containing her full breasts.

Her waist, ankles, wrists—even the ends of her hair—were adorned with little bells.

With every step, they rang out softly.

The sound was indescribably pleasing to the ear.

That day, the way he had disguised himself seemed to have unlocked some hidden pathway for Jiu Yue.

She bought all kinds of strange outfits for both him and herself.

As for how he looked now—It was truly mortifying beyond words.