CMWKSD -Chapter 295 Grandmother’s Little Heart

Bang! Bang! Bang! Second Uncle Ning slammed the table so hard it rattled.

Judging by Jiu Yue’s expression, he looked extremely displeased.

Jiu Yue’s eyes narrowed slightly—she had already endured to the limit.

“Can you just give a straight answer on whether this can be done or not?”

Jiu Yue let out a derisive laugh.

Second Uncle Ning ignored her, slamming the table even harder. “Even if it can’t be done, it must be done!”

Jiu Yue pretended he didn’t exist. Instead, she turned to the Marquis of Weining and his wife. “Did you know when that old witch abandoned me back then?”

As she spoke of the old witch, her finger pointed directly at the matriarch.

Before the Marquis and his wife could reply, Second Uncle Ning and Third Uncle Ning had already risen, angrily pointing at Jiu Yue.

“You! You’re completely unfilial! What old witch? Who is the old witch?”

“This is your own grandmother! Do you even want to acknowledge your ancestry or not?”

Jiu Yue sneered. “Do you even know?”

The Marquis and his wife exchanged a guilty glance with Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue understood immediately.

Judging by the matriarch’s smug expression, she must have known. But even knowing, they had done nothing. Still dutiful to the old lady, mother and son. Jiu Yue had been abandoned, and abandoned she remained.

Had Jiu Yue not appeared in the capital this time, and been spotted by the Marchioness by chance, they would likely have assumed she was dead all along.

Even now that she was alive, if she hadn’t been valued by Emperor Fengyuan and possessed such ability, the Marquis and his family probably wouldn’t have chosen to associate with her.

Perfect—this was exactly how Jiu Yue wanted it. She had been preparing to take revenge, and now she could do so with complete focus.

Jiu Yue lifted her foot, crossed her legs leisurely, and surveyed the scheming people in the room.

“It can’t be done.”

“Of course,” she added, “don’t doubt it—I’m deliberately not letting it be done.”

The matriarch, upon hearing Jiu Yue’s words, immediately lost all pretense of humility. Of course, in her eyes, her earlier posture had been clever; in Jiu Yue’s view, it had been a clumsy performance.

Third Uncle Ning’s eyes narrowed, his expression turning ferocious.

He rose to his feet, glaring at Jiu Yue with malice. “And what if you think being a princess means anything? A princess without proper status, an orphan with no parents—you really think the emperor values you?”

“Isn’t it just because you had nothing, had never seen the world, and were bribed with small favors?”

“My husband is a full third-rank Grand General!”

“I could crush you like an ant!”

“You’d better behave, and hand over everything you have!”

Beside him, a woman about Jiu Yue’s age sneered in agreement.

The mother and daughter looked strikingly alike, leaving Jiu Yue silently amazed.

“Or else…”

Jiu Yue smiled faintly. “Or else what?”

Third Uncle Ning’s well-maintained face twisted into something repulsive, greed gleaming in his eyes.

Shao Qing widened his eyes in surprise; it had been a long time since anyone had dared tempt death so openly in front of Jiu Yue. He truly admired her courage.

Third Uncle Ning smirked at Jiu Yue. “I remember your little brat is barely over two, right?”

According to the traditional reckoning of age, Jiu Yue’s son Ji Jingxu was barely over one.

“If I can make my mother throw you once, I can make her throw your little brat once too!”

“The Ji family… commoners by birth, how dare you oppose my family!”

As soon as these words left his mouth, Jiu Yue’s aura shifted. Murderous energy surged—blood would be seen today.

Yet, looking at Third Uncle Ning, Jiu Yue couldn’t help but find it curious. “You’re threatening me?”

“Threatening you? Hah…”

Before he could finish, before his smug expression could even fade, a sudden wind blew through the room.

A sharp cracking sound echoed—like bones breaking.

No one had time to react.

Jiu Yue was already in front of Third Uncle Ning, one hand gripping his neck.

With a final snap, his neck bent in an unnatural arc, breaking.

Jiu Yue rarely killed someone with her bare hands in front of witnesses; she found direct contact with human skin too dirty. But this man had dared to threaten Ji Jingxu.

Finally, the world had twisted into the shape she wanted.

The entire hall fell silent.

With a look of disdain, Jiu Yue dropped Third Uncle Ning’s body to the ground.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

The matriarch’s scream nearly shattered the roof.

Third Uncle Ning’s daughter was equally shocked, screaming and trying to rush forward.

In an instant, every single person in the room was terrified.

The Marquis of Weining’s family was dumbfounded.

Second Uncle Ning shouted furiously: “What are you doing, wretch?! What are you doing?!”

The matriarch tried to rush forward, but no one could reach Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue clicked her tongue at Shao Qing. “I told you to deliver the gift—why hasn’t it been done yet?”

Ignoring the chaos, Jiu Yue stood there, enjoying everyone’s furious expressions.

Second Uncle Ning and the matriarch pretended to rush at her, only to be held back by their loyal servants.

Shao Qing apologized repeatedly.

Then, two men from the Dark Moon Pavilion tossed a burlap sack into the center of the hall.

Jiu Yue lifted her chin. “A generous gift—hope you enjoy it!”

As she finished speaking, the sack opened.

Inside, Jiang Jincheng’s head poked out.

The moment he saw the matriarch, tears streamed down his face.

“Cheng Lang!” the matriarch screamed.

The overly sentimental, quivering voice gave Jiu Yue goosebumps.

The Marquis of Weining muttered: “This… this is…”

Jiu Yue kindly explained: “This, is Grandmother’s little heart.”

Her gaze swept to Second Uncle Ning and Third Uncle Ning lying on the ground.

“Oh, by the way—not only Grandmother’s little heart, but also the biological father of Second Uncle and Third Aunt. Marquis of Weining, can you guess why you’re not favored?”

The matriarch’s screaming and crying stopped abruptly. She glared at Jiu Yue. “What are you saying?”

Then, she looked at the Marquis and Second Uncle Ning, shaking her head repeatedly. “No… no…”

Jiu Yue didn’t act without evidence. Shao Qing had prepared everything.

Two men from the Dark Moon Pavilion lifted a chest and tossed it to the ground—inside were love letters between the matriarch and Jiang Jincheng.

Overflowing with devotion, deep as the sea.

The Marquis of Weining stared dumbly at the letters. Even the usually domineering Second Uncle Ning was stunned.

The hall was filled only with the sobbing of the Marchioness.

Seeing Jiu Yue hesitate as if about to speak, she grew furious.