CMWKSD -Chapter 293 Showing Who’s Boss

Jiu Yue stood in front of the main gate of the Weining Marquis’ residence.

Looking at the grand, imposing gates, she couldn’t help but compare them to the princess and commandery princess residences that Emperor Fengyuan had gifted her. Honestly, in Jiu Yue’s eyes, this mansion didn’t measure up at all.

Perhaps where the princess and commandery princess residences lacked depth, this place had it—but what did that have to do with her? After all, Jiu Yue had no interest in such things.

Just as she was thinking this, Shao Qing stood behind her and said, “Master, nobody from the Weining Marquis’ household has come out to greet you.”

Compared to the eager reception during previous banquets, it was clear now: they were trying to teach Jiu Yue a lesson.

And who was Jiu Yue?

She was the one who had once stormed into the Minister’s mansion with thirty strong men and reduced the place to rubble.

If they wanted to show her a little authority… what could she do but respond?

With a wave of her hand, she said, “Smash it!”

Shao Qing wasn’t in the least surprised that Jiu Yue knew there were members of the Dark Moon Pavilion nearby. With a single nod, he glanced around and ordered, “Do it.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than over thirty burly, fierce-looking men appeared in front of the mansion. Their broad shoulders and menacing expressions sent chills down anyone’s spine.

Jiu Yue lightly tapped her waist, and Shao Qing immediately had chairs brought over. She calmly sat in front of the main gate of the Weining Marquis’ residence, in broad daylight, ready for the demolition to begin.

Onlookers, unafraid of trouble, immediately recognized the vehicle frame: “Oh, it’s Princess Xuyu! Then surely someone in the Weining Marquis’ household is at fault. Our Princess Xuyu wouldn’t start trouble, would she?”

The thirty-plus men approached the mansion’s gate, while the butler and young servants, originally preparing to greet her, were sweating bullets. The butler hurriedly sent the servants to fetch the household head, then scrambled to apologize to Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue, just about to step forward herself, paused. She remembered how Emperor Fengyuan had almost punished her after the last time she smashed the Minister’s mansion.

She stopped mid-step and said, “Have the Dark Moon Pavilion people send word to the palace in half an hour. Tell His Majesty I’ve gone to fight, and not to worry too much.”

Shao Qing: …

Half an hour? Why not next year?

A fight that could be done in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and now they’d wait half an hour to inform the emperor? By the time the message got there, it would be cold.

Still, Shao Qing had no choice but to nod and comply immediately.

The butler knelt, sweating profusely: “Your Highness…”

Jiu Yue didn’t ask him to rise. She simply stood in front of the main gate, looking down at the Weining Marquis’ butler.

Meanwhile, the Dark Moon Pavilion men had arrived at the gate. One of them raised a large hammer, ready to strike. At least they knew manners: knock first, good kids.

The butler felt his knees weaken. He wanted to beg Jiu Yue, but feared the hammer would destroy the gate entirely. Still, deep down, he felt she wouldn’t truly smash it—after all, she was here to acknowledge her roots, not make trouble.

Before he could speak, bang! The gate shook from the impact.

The butler blacked out momentarily and crawled to Jiu Yue: “Your Highness, you can’t… the Old Madam… what will she…”

Jiu Yue kicked him in the shoulder: “Why should I care? What does it have to do with me?”

After a few more loud bangs, the Marquess, his wife, the heir, and the second son finally arrived, eyes red with shock. They staggered toward Jiu Yue, while the Marquess ordered the men to stop—but no one listened.

The Marquess looked at Jiu Yue: “Jiu Yue…”

She lifted her gaze, eyes heavy and serious: “I am Princess Xuyu. Weining Marquis, are you trying to defy me?”

The Marquess and his wife were stunned. Jiu Yue stood her ground, Shao Qing behind her: “When meeting the princess, one must kneel…”

The Marquess and his wife exchanged a glance. The heir and second son immediately lifted their robes and knelt first. Jiu Yue glanced curiously at them. Eventually, the Marquess and his wife knelt as well. Jiu Yue didn’t allow them to rise, and they stayed kneeling, while the sounds of smashing continued.

The Marquess could only think silently: letting her smash the gate to vent might be for the best.

Soon, the demolition team tore down the main gate entirely.

Looking at the now bright, open space, Jiu Yue clicked her tongue in admiration: “So spacious!”

A clever young servant, seeing the Marquess and his family kneeling and the gate demolished, rushed inside to find the Old Madam.

When the Old Madam arrived, Jiu Yue was sitting in the rocking chair in front of the destroyed gate, swaying gently in the sun. The Marquess, his wife, and the two sons were kneeling, drenched in sweat. The Marquess’ wife, overwhelmed by blood ties, couldn’t stop crying.

Jiu Yue felt slightly nauseated and closed her eyes in the rocking chair.

The Old Madam, seeing the ruined gate, pointed at Jiu Yue: “You wretched child!”

Jiu Yue’s eyes snapped open. Shao Qing stepped forward and slapped her: “Speaking disrespectfully, defying authority! Deserves a beating!”

The Old Madam was stunned. Jiu Yue, however, stood and slowly approached, smiling: “I hear you specifically invited me over?”

The Old Madam glared but remained calm, remembering there were more important matters today. She only waited for Jiu Yue to acknowledge her identity. As long as she belonged to the Weining Marquis household, she could handle the rest.

The Old Madam’s expression softened slightly: “It was I who spoke disrespectfully. Your Highness, you’ve taught me well.”

Jiu Yue laughed: “With words like that, I should really be calling you grandmother.”

At the sound of “grandmother,” the kneeling Weining Marquis family was moved to tears. This meant Jiu Yue was willing to return home.

The Old Madam’s face lit up; once inside the Weining Marquis residence, everything would be under her control.

This little brat thought she had some ability—faced with family, with blood ties, she still longed for her parents.

The Old Madam’s face darkened briefly as she touched her slightly reddened cheek. Once Jiu Yue officially acknowledged her roots, everything about her would belong to the children of the Old Madam.