CMWKSD -Chapter 284 Dead Is More Useful Than Alive

In this world, aside from Ji Yiqing and Ji Zhaomian, Emperor Fengyuan was probably the only other person who understood Jiu Yue extremely well.

Jiu Yue was, in fact, a very easy person to understand.

The moment Emperor Fengyuan saw Jiu Yue shedding tears for him, the tremor in his heart was no less intense than Jiu Yue’s panic when she saw him faint and thought something had happened to him.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand—it was just that no one had ever taught her. No one had ever guided her to feel such things.

Jiu Yue was simply too easy to read, and at this moment Emperor Fengyuan felt deeply fortunate. Fortunate that when he encountered Jiu Yue, his temperament, methods, and outlook had already matured enough for him to accept this somewhat unconventional girl with remarkable speed.

Jiu Yue worrying about him, crying for him—didn’t that mean he had done something right too?

So he knew he couldn’t forcibly lock Jiu Yue at home. He couldn’t issue orders to her in a commanding tone.

Instead, he had to tell her: we are all worried about you, afraid something might happen to you.

So for our sake—and for your own—don’t let anything happen.

Jiu Yue let out a soft breath.

Her eyes lowered slightly. The emotions and sensations she had just experienced were utterly unfamiliar. Yet she didn’t reject them at all—she even found that she liked them a little.

With lowered brows and obedient eyes, she hummed softly, replying in a mosquito-like voice, “Alright, I will.”

In a room so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, that single sound was unexpectedly conspicuous.

Everyone looked at Jiu Yue in astonishment.

Who didn’t know Jiu Yue’s temperament? To make her this well-behaved was practically a miracle.

And then…

Jiu Yue’s “hard” days began.

Emperor Fengyuan gathered a huge pile of things that were good for pregnant women for Jiu Yue. Not things that were good for the child in the womb, but things that were good for the pregnant woman herself.

When Jiu Yue saw all those items, she genuinely didn’t know what she was supposed to be feeling.

Ji Yiqing was even worse—he constantly went around asking and collecting things as well.
He didn’t think for a second whether it might be inappropriate for an official to inquire about such matters. Nor did he fear being looked down upon by others.

He enjoyed it thoroughly.

Because of this, Jiu Yue was noticeably more obedient when she was around Emperor Fengyuan now.

It was also after that incident—when she had angered Emperor Fengyuan so badly that he fainted—that Jiu Yue realized something.

Emperor Fengyuan wasn’t young anymore. He was already half-buried in yellow earth, up to his neck.

So for the time being, she couldn’t anger him anymore.

But she could wait until after Emperor Fengyuan kicked the bucket and then anger him.

What a brilliant idea!

If General Shen knew about this, he might want to ask: I’m in my sixties—yellow earth up to my neck. Emperor Fengyuan is in his forties—also yellow earth up to his neck? Then how old do people have to be before the earth isn’t up to their necks?

Jiu Yue would probably answer without the slightest psychological burden:

No idea. I’m an assassin. To me, everyone’s already buried up to their necks in yellow earth. The only difference is whether the earth can still pile any higher.

So the current Jiu Yue was extremely well-behaved.

Fortunately, all the pregnancy reactions were being borne by Ji Yiqing. Jiu Yue’s pregnancy was relatively easy.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the time to meet this bunch of little brats.

That said, Wen Yu still surprised Jiu Yue a little.

Because in Jiu Yue’s eyes, this brat had a bit of cleverness—but not all that much.

Yet listening to Wen Yu calmly and methodically explain why they had brought the Northern Barbarians’ emperor back, Jiu Yue felt that Wen Yu would have plenty to talk about with Ji Yiqing and the others.

People who were practically made of scheming thoughts. Each one more full of tricks than the last.

The whole group came in with a rush, and then left in another rush.

Shen Mei was already preparing to arrange lunch, only to hear that the group had merely chatted with Jiu Yue for a while before leaving.

Jiu Yue, of course, had no intention of keeping them for a meal.

She hated small talk the most. They’d better not come anywhere near her.

The Northern Barbarians’ emperor that Ling Yue and Wen Yu brought back truly caught Emperor Fengyuan by surprise.

Especially when he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, weeping with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Emperor Fengyuan and the Crown Prince both frowned.

This was truly a disgrace to imperial bearing.

Even if the Northern Barbarians’ emperor had been imprisoned for decades, he had still been a prince for twenty or thirty years.

What kind of prince cried in such a pathetic state?

But…

The more cowardly the Northern Barbarians’ emperor was, the more advantageous it was for them.

With great authority, Emperor Fengyuan agreed to the Northern Barbarians’ emperor’s request.

The Northern Barbarians’ emperor almost knelt down to Emperor Fengyuan on the spot.

Yet at the instant he turned to leave, that fleeting hint of a smile was still caught by both the Crown Prince and Emperor Fengyuan.

Father and son exchanged a glance.

That’s more like it.

No matter how fallen, no matter how imprisoned, no matter how many hardships endured,
the bearing of an emperor must not be lost.

One must learn to seize every opportunity that can be seized.

“How are the preparations on Zhuo Ya’s side?” Emperor Fengyuan asked.

The Crown Prince cupped his hands and replied, “They’re ready. We can begin.”

Emperor Fengyuan raised his hand slightly.

Just as the Northern Barbarians’ emperor stepped outside, he felt a sudden chill at his neck.

In the instant he turned his head, his eyes filled with blood-red terror.

Ying Yi sheathed his long sword.

Before the Northern Barbarians’ emperor even had time to collapse, he was snatched away by Ying Yan, who appeared from nowhere.

Ying Yi turned his back. “Send him to where he belongs.”

His Majesty said it himself—as for this one from the Northern Barbarians, whether he’s the real emperor or a fake one, dead is more useful than alive.