CMWKSD -Chapter 30 Reunion

Jiu Yue cheerfully left the Wang residence once again with Ji Yiqing.

Ji Yiqing was utterly stunned—three days.

Just three days, and Jiu Yue had earned two thousand taels of silver!

He had originally thought that when Jiu Yue said someone would pay her silver, she was just joking. Who would have thought that the Wang family actually paid up—for real.

Jiu Yue also treated Wang Chuan along the way. But following Madam Wang’s wishes, she made it so he could no longer stand, leaving him paralyzed and bedridden.

On top of that, Jiu Yue cut out his tongue.

From then on, Wang Chuan would never again be able to commit evil deeds. Although Master Wang felt that Jiu Yue was somewhat ruthless and vicious, thinking about how she had resolved yet another troublesome matter for him, he didn’t feel any real resistance toward her. More importantly, this little girl was simply too ruthless, her medical skills too extraordinary—someone not to offend.

Still, he felt a bit fortunate. Back when Wang Jinnian had been on the verge of death, although he had considered arranging a yin marriage for him, there had been a faint resistance in his heart, and he hadn’t had the two sign a marriage contract in time.

Otherwise, bringing in such a daughter-in-law… it was hard to say whether it would have been a blessing or a curse for the Wang family.

Thinking about it again now, he felt he had worried for nothing. After all, Jiu Yue and Ji Yiqing had already signed their own marriage contract. There was no way he would ever do something like forcibly seizing a common girl.

Fortunately. Fortunately indeed.

On this side, Jiu Yue and Ji Yiqing boarded the carriage. Although the Wang family repeatedly urged them to stay another night, Jiu Yue refused.

There was no need. Once money and services were settled, staying longer would be impolite. Besides, it wasn’t as if she lacked silver—she wasn’t so poor that she couldn’t even afford an inn.

Ji Yiqing clearly shared this view. A gentleman’s friendship is as clean as water. Although befriending Master Wang had its benefits, constantly binding things together with that bit of favor would inevitably breed resentment. It wasn’t necessary.

Ji Yiqing drove the carriage toward the inn. There were already very few people on the streets—after all, curfew was approaching.

Only occasionally would there be a few people returning home late.

Jiu Yue patted the banknotes tucked against her chest, grinning so widely that her teeth were nowhere to be seen.

The clatter of horse hooves on the stone road didn’t sound noisy to her at all; instead, it gave her a rare sense of grounded finality, as if dust had finally settled.

Compared to her days in the twenty-second century, constantly rushing about killing people, she actually enjoyed this quiet, peaceful life much more.

The carriage was passing by a narrow alley when there seemed to be some noise inside.

Jiu Yue wasn’t the kind of person who liked meddling. She merely glanced over casually and saw that those people appeared to be wearing official uniforms—on their chests was the character “捕,” for constable.

Just as she withdrew her gaze, she saw those constables tying up a young boy.

Jiu Yue froze abruptly. Ji Yiqing swept his eyes over and his pupils shrank.

Jiu Yue had already risen, about to jump down. Ji Yiqing grabbed her in one motion. “They’re people from the yamen!”

Jiu Yue turned her head to look at him. Ji Yiqing pulled the reins tight. “Don’t clash with people from the yamen.”

This needed careful planning.

Jiu Yue puffed out her cheeks angrily and stared ahead. The commotion behind them quickly died down.

She also knew her identity was special—especially here, in ancient times, and right on the street. Even if there weren’t many people, there would still occasionally be passersby.

“Why are they taking him away?” she asked.

Ji Yiqing’s gaze darkened, his expression turning obscure and difficult to read. “The magistrate of Qingshui County has a fondness for men—especially boys of thirteen or fourteen.”

Jiu Yue exclaimed in shock, “What?!”

As she spoke, she was about to jump off the carriage again, but Ji Yiqing grabbed her tightly.
“Don’t be impulsive.”

Jiu Yue froze for a moment and indeed saw a shopkeeper who was closing up looking toward her.

The two of them found an inn where they could leave the carriage in the stables.

Jiu Yue paced back and forth in the room, circling as she muttered, “I’m so angry, I’m so angry!”

Ji Yiqing watched her with a headache, while his mind raced, formulating countermeasures.

That boy had done them a good turn—yes, the youth in the alley was the very one who had deliberately rushed through dust and wind to intercept them on the road, to warn them that someone intended to assassinate them.

For that alone, Ji Yiqing couldn’t ignore him. It was just that things had to be handled carefully—and the boy would inevitably have to suffer a bit first.

Ji Yiqing lifted his gaze to Jiu Yue and saw her spinning faster and faster, until she suddenly flopped onto the bed. “Sleep.”

Sleeping was, of course, impossible. In just a few short days, Ji Yiqing had come to understand Jiu Yue all too well.

It seemed there would be no “careful planning.” His thoughts spun rapidly—Jiu Yue acted purely on instinct, never considering consequences.

Ji Yiqing would have to clean up after her actions.

All was quiet. The last bit of noise on the street vanished. The night watchman knocked his clapper—bang, bang, bang—and called out, “The weather is dry, beware of fire.”

In the deep, dim night, Jiu Yue suddenly opened her eyes. She first turned her head to look at Ji Yiqing beside her.

Seeing his breathing steady, she deftly flipped over and dropped straight from the bed to the floor.

Then she remembered this was ancient times. Grabbing the hem of her clothes, she ripped off a strip with a shuala sound and wrapped it over her head and face, leaving only a pair of bright, darting eyes exposed.

She gently pushed open the door.

The moment Jiu Yue opened it, Ji Yiqing scrambled up and chased after her. He knew it! He knew it!

As soon as he caught up, Jiu Yue noticed him. She immediately forced Ji Yiqing back into the room, glaring at him fiercely. “I’ll go myself. Don’t even think about stopping me!”

Ji Yiqing couldn’t stop her anyway. He only lightly held the hand she had on his neck. “I won’t stop you. But remember—leave him alive. You must not let him die outright. And you must return here within one hour. Do you understand?”

Jiu Yue tilted her head, unable to quite understand his words, but she still nodded. “Alright.”

Back in the twenty-second century, whenever she carried out assassination missions, Jiu Yue always planned and perfected the action and escape routes entirely on her own.

Because she never trusted anyone—only herself.

So just now, no matter how angry she was, even to the point of boiling over, she never thought of discussing it with anyone, much less with Ji Yiqing.

Setting out once more, Jiu Yue didn’t go through the door. Instead, she flipped down from the window.

Her martial skills were excellent. She landed without a sound. Very quickly, her petite figure vanished like a ghost into the night.

She disappeared without a trace, unnoticed by anyone.

Ji Yiqing gathered his robe. Though it was just coarse cloth, when he sank his face, he inexplicably carried a somewhat intimidating air.

He quietly slipped out, avoiding the night watchman and patrolling yamen runners, and soon appeared before the gate of a rather refined-looking residence.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Who is it? It’s the middle of the night.”

Ji Yiqing remained silent and knocked a few more times. The gatekeeper soon came to open the door. Seeing a tall, sturdy man outside, his heart trembled slightly. “Who are you?”

Ji Yiqing clasped his hands in a scholar’s salute. “This student’s surname is Ji. I’ve come to request an audience with the Assistant Magistrate. I have an urgent matter to discuss.”

The gatekeeper looked at Ji Yiqing suspiciously. Thinking that if this scholar punched him, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it—but the scholar didn’t.

He must really have business.

With that thought, the gatekeeper replied gruffly, “Coming in the middle of the night—don’t you know to come back tomorrow? Wait here!”

With that, he slammed the door shut with a bang. Ji Yiqing stood there quietly, only glancing around, careful not to be discovered.