CMWKSD -Chapter 274 Encirclement

Because of what Shen Zongyan had revealed, Ji Yiqing and the others once again came to realize just how terrifying Prince Hui was.

Their vigilance toward Prince Hui had already reached the point where even the rustling of grass and trees made them nervous.

Jiu Yue watched helplessly as Ji Yiqing ordered skilled members of the Dark Moon Pavilion to take shifts guarding her.

She truly didn’t know what to say.

After Fengyuan Emperor learned of it, he secretly arranged even more people to protect Jiu Yue.

So-called “secret,” yet in reality it was so blatant that Jiu Yue spotted them at a glance.

But faced with the doting concern of her husband and the Fengyuan Emperor—who treated her like his daughter—what else could Jiu Yue do?

Of course, she accepted it.

That day, there were no fewer than forty guards following Jiu Yue openly and covertly.

After all, Jiu Yue was actually afraid that Prince Hui wouldn’t come looking for her.

These past few days, she had been deliberately wandering around outside every day.

Today, however, was somewhat special.

Ji Youqin insisted on taking Jiu Yue to the ready-made clothing shop on the neighboring street to look at clothes.

Jiu Yue’s clothes had always been made by Su Ruo.

So being suddenly dragged out to shop for clothes left Jiu Yue rather surprised.

Inside the cloth shop, she changed outfit after outfit, like a miracle Jiu Yue.

After she came out in yet another set, Ji Youqin raised her head to check the time.

Then she immediately pretended nothing was wrong and praised Jiu Yue to the skies.

Jiu Yue: …

If she couldn’t tell that something was up by now, she wouldn’t be Jiu Yue.

Thinking of how Ji Yiqing had been increasingly tense lately, busy preparing for their wedding night, Jiu Yue had a guess in her heart.

Since Ji Yiqing was putting so much thought and effort into giving her a surprise, Jiu Yue naturally couldn’t be a spoil-sport.

So she stayed in the clothing shop for another half an hour.

Only then did Ji Youqin finally let out a long breath.

Jiu Yue knew—it was done.

Helplessly cooperating with Ji Youqin’s clumsy excuses, she left the shop.

As soon as they reached the street where the Ji residence was located, Jiu Yue’s gaze sharpened in an instant.

The moment she lowered her eyes, the killing intent around her surged violently.

She clicked her tongue impatiently.

Why did it have to be today, of all days?

Ji Yiqing had always felt deeply guilty toward her.

Being able to make up for it with a proper wedding was something he had been nervously anticipating and preparing for a very, very long time.

Jiu Yue didn’t want to ruin it.

She really didn’t want to ruin it at all.

But looking at the Ji residence, which was practically surrounded, Jiu Yue forcefully suppressed that trace of murderous intent.

At a critical moment like this, she could only wrong Ji Yiqing for now.

Jiu Yue slowly stepped up the stairs.

Shao Qing, with red silk tied around his body and joy written all over his face, came forward to greet her. “Boss.”

He knew Ji Yiqing had been preparing for this, but he hadn’t expected that in such a short time, Ji Yiqing could arrange everything so well.

Seeing how much effort Ji Yiqing was willing to put in for Jiu Yue, Shao Qing—as Jiu Yue’s most loyal little fan—was of course delighted to see it happen.

Jiu Yue’s expression was calm. Her gaze paused for a moment on the red silk around Shao Qing’s waist.

Her eyes softened further, and she gently hummed in acknowledgment.

Only then did she step inside the residence.

From the main gate all the way to the courtyard where they lived, along the entire path—

Every place visible to the naked eye was tied with red silk.

Even the maids and servants standing to the side had applied red rouge to their faces.

The theme was simple: festivity.

Jiu Yue walked forward step by step.

Finally, she entered the courtyard.

Large red lanterns hung high.

Flying red silks were tied to the pillars, fluttering and drifting.

They looked as though they were dancing to a joyful, cheerful melody.

Jiu Yue stood still at the center of the courtyard.

Red cloth strips were hung on the trees, covered with love words written by Ji Yiqing.

Jiu Yue walked over, lifted one to take a look——and burst out laughing.

It really must have been hard on Ji Yiqing, this reserved ancient man.

Knowing that Jiu Yue didn’t like euphemisms or obscure classical phrasing she couldn’t understand, he had written all kinds of straightforward, blunt expressions of affection.

Jiu Yue could almost imagine Ji Yiqing’s face flushed red as he wrote these words.

Probably writing while shyly touching his warming cheeks.

“Where is Ji Yiqing?” Jiu Yue asked.

Shao Qing’s voice was filled with cheerful lilt. “My lord has gone to change into his wedding robes.”

Seeing Jiu Yue’s completely unsurprised expression, Shao Qing felt nothing amiss.

Jiu Yue was naturally perceptive.

It was simply impossible for Ji Yiqing to completely hide all of this from her.

Jiu Yue lowered her gaze and hummed in response. The sound of rushing wind filled her ears.

She had wanted to see him once before leaving.

But forget it.

Better not involve anyone else.

Jiu Yue looked at the maids entering the courtyard carrying basins of water and rouge.

She spoke calmly, “Put everything inside and leave. I know what I’m doing.”

Shao Qing was stunned for a moment. Knowing Jiu Yue’s decisive temperament, he quickly replied, “Alright.”

After instructing them to put everything away, Shao Qing hurried toward the exit.

He absolutely couldn’t delay Ji Yiqing’s auspicious timing.

Just as he reached the courtyard gate—

Jiu Yue stood beneath the corridor, dressed in brocade robes, hands clasped behind her back, and softly called out, “Shao Qing.”

Shao Qing immediately stopped, turned around, and cupped his hands. “Shao Qing is here.”

Jiu Yue smiled faintly. “Don’t worry too much about me.”

This seemingly random sentence made Shao Qing raise his head in confusion. “Boss?”

Jiu Yue waved her hand. “Go.”

Shao Qing nodded blankly.

Even after leaving the courtyard, he still didn’t understand why Jiu Yue had suddenly said that.

But there were many things still to arrange.

Soon, Shao Qing had no time to think about it anymore.

After all, Jiu Yue and Ji Yiqing had already been married for a long time.

This wedding existed only within the Ji family.

But all the proper rituals were present, and Ji Yiqing was completely unwilling to wrong Jiu Yue in the slightest.

Jiu Yue turned and entered the room.

The thin-as-cicada-wings red garment she had bought for Ji Yiqing lay at the head of the bed.

Beside it were even ropes fashioned from red silk.

As if telling Jiu Yue that he was leaving himself entirely at her mercy.

Jiu Yue touched them, laughing uncontrollably.

The bed was covered with exquisitely made, grand wedding attire.

Jiu Yue’s hand lightly brushed over it.

In the end, she only took the outermost crimson robe.

Moments later—Jiu Yue changed into the black combat suit she had worn when she first transmigrated here.

It was hidden beneath the red wedding robe.

From the outside, nothing at all could be seen.

This outfit had been specially made—water-soaked, fire-burned, blade-pierced, none could harm the wearer.

Jiu Yue laid out silver needles.

Following the seams of the combat suit, she concealed them one by one.

In an instant, hundreds of silver needles vanished without a trace.

After finishing all this, Jiu Yue sat upright before the dressing table.

She picked up a brush, wanting to leave something for Ji Yiqing.

But a drop of ink fell onto the paper, soaking through it.

In the end, only one sentence remained: I really like it. Ji Yiqing, I really like everything you prepared—but I like you even more.

Jiu Yue lifted her eyes to glance at the sky.

In ancient times, wedding ceremonies were mostly held at dusk.

Prince Hui was someone who knew how to choose his timing.

Jiu Yue spoke softly to the empty air, “Don’t hurt them. Just follow me.”

Hidden in the shadows, Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan exchanged looks.

Jiu Yue added, “I’ll also try what it feels like to go fishing with law enforcement.”

Ying Yi: …

Jiang Xunan: …

If you want to personally capture Prince Hui, just say so—why dress it up as ‘fishing with law enforcement’?

Thus, the few of them could only silently hide their presence.

Afraid of being discovered by the hidden guards—Afraid the kidnappers might retreat and decide not to take Jiu Yue after all.

It was truly too difficult.

A gentle breeze passed.

The window opened silently.

Then, one black-clad figure after another appeared inside the room.

Jiu Yue used a medicine bottle to weigh down the paper she left for Ji Yiqing.

She stood up and tidied her wedding robe.

Calmly, she inserted the hairpin Ji Yiqing had given her.

She even popped into her mouth a pill she had refined—one that dogs could detect by scent.

Clad in brilliant red, the beauty was breathtaking beyond compare.

It caused the dark guards, who had come prepared for a fierce battle, to freeze for a moment.

Then they respectfully clasped their hands and saluted. “Your Highness the Princess, please.”

Jiu Yue swept them with a disdainful glance——but when her gaze landed on one of them, it paused for a brief instant.

If she wasn’t mistaken, she had seen those eyes before—among Zhuo Mu’s guards.