Even with the Crown Prince and Ji Chaomian leading their men in a desperate rescue, under Jiu Yue’s onslaught—like locusts sweeping through a field—fewer than ten people were left alive.
Those ten were bound and thrown into a corner, staring at the hellish scene both inside the rooms and out in the courtyard. Then they looked at the woman standing beneath the corridor, hands on her hips, pointing and lecturing everyone around her.
No matter how hard they tried, it was impossible to reconcile this woman with the rakshasa from moments before.
The Crown Prince watched the bustling crowd, feeling dazed.
Had this affair really been supposed to be so simple?
So simple that he and Emperor Fengyuan now seemed almost ridiculous.
And yet Prince Hui had been plotting in the shadows for so many years. Why had he only managed to jump around for a few days in front of Jiu Yue?
No—more accurately, not even a few days.
According to Ying Yi and the others, from the moment Jiu Yue met Prince Hui to the instant she sliced off his head with a single stroke, only a few breaths had passed.
Just thinking about it felt unreal.
If their suspicions were true, Prince Hui had entrenched himself in the Northern Barbarians for twenty or thirty years. His power should have been anything but ordinary—yet Jiu Yue had killed him so lightly, as if it took no effort at all?
And in such a humiliating way!
The Crown Prince sat on the corridor without any regard for decorum, watching the soldiers from the capital’s outer garrison clean up the battlefield.
Right in front of him—Jiu Yue was holding up Prince Hui’s head before him, as if asking for credit.
If he hadn’t met Prince Hui before and known him well, the Crown Prince wouldn’t have dared believe that the head before him—so horrific it could only be described as beyond human cruelty—actually belonged to Prince Hui.
The Crown Prince: “Heh… heh…”
Jiu Yue planted her hands on her hips. “What? Still not satisfied?”
The way she glared at him made the Crown Prince feel that if he dared say even a single “yes,” Jiu Yue would make his head sit neatly beside Prince Hui’s.
He hurriedly shook his head. “No, no—it’s just… I’m a bit surprised. This… it feels a little too easy.”
Jiu Yue snorted and shot him a sideways glance.
In her eyes, this had always been an easy matter.
They were the ones who’d made it far too complicated.
In the face of absolute force, all schemes and plots were nothing but soft cotton.
If she’d known from the start that Prince Hui was the mastermind, given Jiu Yue’s temperament, she would’ve sent him to his grave in the very first chapter.
How could she have let him hop around for over two hundred chapters?
What a waste of traffic!!!
Besides, although she’d known earlier that he was the man behind it all, she couldn’t find him.
Otherwise, the first moment Jiu Yue laid eyes on Prince Hui would’ve been his death sentence.
Just like today.
The Crown Prince fell silent.
To his own surprise, he found Jiu Yue’s simple and brutal approach incredibly fast and efficient.
Why did he suddenly feel like learning from it?
The Crown Prince laughed. “It could only be you. Anyone else wouldn’t have this kind of ability.”
Jiu Yue lifted her chin proudly. “Of course. Don’t you see who I am?”
The Crown Prince echoed her words, then couldn’t resist teasing her. He laughed and said, “Naturally. You’re Jiu Yue—Jiu Yue’s Jiu, Jiu Yue’s Yue! Hahaha—”
Jiu Yue’s toes curled into the ground as memories of her past edgy declarations surfaced.
She really wanted to dig out an entire castle with her toes.
Sure enough, the Crown Prince followed up with the next line: “The Jiu Yue who wants you to die in Jiu Yue!”
The moment the words fell, Jiu Yue sprang up from the threshold and swung a kick at him.
The Crown Prince bolted at lightning speed—whoosh—vanishing from in front of her in an instant.
But the moment Jiu Yue stood up, she suddenly felt her vision go black.
Her raised leg hadn’t even straightened before the world began to spin.
The Crown Prince, who’d turned back to look, was instantly pale with shock.
With a heart-rending roar, he shouted, “JIU YUE!!!”
That cry of terror made everyone who was wrapping things up turn their heads.
They saw Jiu Yue swaying unsteadily beneath the corridor.
Her body went limp.
The Crown Prince used the fastest speed of his life to rush toward her.
Ji Yiqing was still holding a brush; he tossed everything aside, grabbed his robe, and ran over.
The Crown Prince caught Jiu Yue.
The instant he wrapped an arm around her and saw her deathly pale face, he felt like his soul had nearly left his body. He held her but didn’t dare shake her, only calling her name again and again.
“Jiu Yue!!!”
Jiu Yue finally got through the dizziness and forced her eyes open. “Stop shouting…”
Her weak voice made the few men rushing over not dare slow their steps.
Jiu Yue, however, raised a hand and checked her own pulse.
It was somewhat unexpected—but she trusted her own medical skills.
Supported by the Crown Prince, she tilted her head slightly, blinked a few times, and looked at him with mild surprise.
“I’m pregnant. Almost three months.”
Ji Chaomian, who had just arrived: “……”
Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan, who had flown onto the corridor: “!!!”
Shao Qing, who had run up: “???”
Ji Yiqing, who was still several steps away and crawling forward—thud.
Well—Jiu Yue hadn’t actually fainted. She’d only blacked out for a moment.
But Ji Yiqing really did faint.
That thud sounded painful.
Yet no one had time to care about him.
They all crowded around Jiu Yue.
Jiu Yue carefully checked her pulse again.
Then even she couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling.
She simply nodded, more like she was talking to herself. “Yes… pregnant. Almost three months.”
Even hearing it a second time, everyone still felt like they were dreaming.
Jiu Yue… pregnant?
It wasn’t that Jiu Yue couldn’t be pregnant.
It was just—What kind of pregnant woman charges around with a broadsword, shouting like a bandit charging down a mountain?!
The Crown Prince’s mouth hung open. He made several “ah-ba ah-ba” sounds, but not a single coherent word came out.
He truly felt that the entire day his heart had been stuck in his throat.
Now it was even better—his heart had floated straight into the air.
No matter how hard it tried, it couldn’t come back down.
All he could picture was Jiu Yue, belly swollen, standing atop a mountain of corpses, kicking Prince Hui’s head aside—
Swinging her blade, killing people…
If—if there had been an accident—
The Crown Prince didn’t even dare imagine it.
In the end, all those thoughts condensed into a single cry: “Jiu Yue!!!”
Jiu Yue covered her ears and shoved him away.
His upbringing truly ran deep.
Even in that moment, the Crown Prince hadn’t grabbed her recklessly.
He’d used his sleeves to separate their bodies, supporting her—never holding her outright.
After being yelled at like that, Jiu Yue lifted her head, ready to curse him out.
But her eyes met his.
They were filled to the brim with worry and guilt, so tangible it was almost solid.
Jiu Yue’s chest tightened, and all her words got stuck in her throat.
She looked around at the others.
Every single one of them wore the same expression.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, Jiu Yue suddenly felt guilty.
Ji Chaomian was trembling like a sieve, barely holding himself together—otherwise, he would’ve fainted just like Ji Yiqing.
Everyone couldn’t help but start recalling—Jiu Yue trekking through mountains from the capital to this place.
Two days spent walking through the hills.
Then the fierce battle with Prince Hui.
Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan dropped to their knees on the spot.
If anything had happened to Jiu Yue—or to the child in her belly—The two of them truly would deserve death a thousand times over.
Jiu Yue wanted to chatter on and say something.
But in this situation, nothing she said would help.
And she really couldn’t stand those looks.
Like a guilty thief, her eyes rolled around aimlessly—
Until they landed on Ji Yiqing, lying on the ground, looking very peaceful.
Jiu Yue twisted her foot. “Oh! Husband! Why are you lying on the ground?”
As she spoke, she took a long stride toward the steps.
Used to taking big steps, she went down three steps in one move.
That sudden action—Made Ji Chaomian and the Crown Prince go weak in the knees.
Their voices shook as they shouted, “Jiu Yue!!!”
Ying Yi and Jiang Xunan had never run so fast in their lives.
Before Jiu Yue could even get close to Ji Yiqing, they hoisted him up from the ground and carried him straight out.
Jiu Yue sneaked a careful glance, just about to trot after them—
When Ji Chaomian and the Crown Prince spoke in perfect unison:
“Slow down!”
They were this close to calling her “ancestor.”
Discussion
Comments
0 comments so far.
Sign in to join the conversation and keep your activity tied to this account.
No comments yet. Start the conversation.