CMWKSD -Chapter 87 Even if I Jump, I’ll Still Hit You!

Ji Yiqing pulled an iron spade out from under the carriage.

It was strange—why had he felt the sudden urge to bring a few spades when leaving? He handed them out to his brothers, and the five of them began frantically digging pits beside the carriage.

Jiu Yue’s peripheral vision caught the sight of the Ji brothers furiously digging.

She curled her lips slightly—smooth move.

Ji Weizhou looked dazed. Just a few days ago, he had lost his father; not long after, his mother died. He had finally calmed himself… and now here he was, digging a pit to bury a corpse.

Was this normal?

Ji Zhouye and Ji Wanqiao were also dazed, yet their hands flew as they dug. Fortunately, the snow hadn’t settled completely, so the ground wasn’t fully frozen, though it still required effort.

…

Half an hour later, Jiu Yue paused, slightly out of breath. A large number of the enemy’s corpses lay scattered around.

The few bodyguards protecting Shen Zongnian gaped, swallowing hard as they took in the scene. They had drunk their fill of the cold northwestern wind, yet their shock was impossible to hide.

This young girl…

Was this really a young girl?

The one who had just killed like a force of nature, unstoppable as god or Buddha, was a young girl!

Heavens, they weren’t dreaming, right?

Jiu Yue slowly turned to look at Shen Zongnian, clearly the leader of this group.

Shen Zongnian, poisoned and wounded, raised a hand reflexively and bowed slightly, muttering, “This… valiant… heroine…”

Jiu Yue’s brow darkened. She tossed the knife aside, hands on her hips:

“Who are you calling valiant?!”

Plump maybe, fine—but using “valiant” to describe a stunningly beautiful young lady?

Shen Zongnian swallowed with difficulty. Waves of poison coursed through him, darkness clouding his vision. He had no time to say more.

The intelligence had to be returned to the capital quickly. The Daqi had been infiltrated by spies; this time they had obtained a list that needed to reach the emperor immediately.

He staggered, immediately supported by his bodyguards, and gripped one of their hands tightly:

“I won’t survive… don’t worry about me. Just get the intel back—no matter what, deliver it to the capital!”

The bodyguards shouted in grief: “Young General!”

Shen Zongnian’s head slumped, and he fainted. One after another, the bodyguards cried out, as if they had lost both father and mother.

They quickly called Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian over.

Jiu Yue frowned. She hadn’t collected her payment yet—she killed for silver!

She walked forward slowly, but the bodyguards had no time to pay attention to her.

They were exhausted, having traveled all the way from the Northern Frontier. Half their comrades were already dead. Now, everyone was barely holding on.

Overwhelmed by extreme joy and grief, several bodyguards collapsed to the ground.

Immediately, a number fell.

…

Ji Zhouye and Ji Chaomian gathered firewood by the roadside and set up a tent, placing the unconscious bodyguards inside.

Ji Yiqing and Jiu Yue lifted Shen Zongnian onto the carriage.

Jiu Yue checked his pulse, then examined the wound on his arm.

The injury wasn’t recent, yet it was still bleeding profusely—the blood darkened.

“Tsk,” Jiu Yue clicked her tongue. Poisoned.

Ji Yiqing anxiously assisted her. Though he didn’t know exactly who Shen Zongnian was in the Shen family army, the bodyguards’ cries of “Young General!” made it clear:

This was one of Shen Old General’s three sons. If he died, the Shen army would lose another key general.

“Poisoned,” Jiu Yue stated succinctly.

Ji Yiqing quickly asked, “Can it be cured?”

Jiu Yue shot him a sharp glance. He hastily closed his mouth—concern had made him reckless.

“Are you doubting me?” she asked.

Ji Yiqing waved his hands frantically: “Not at all!”

Jiu Yue took out her medicine box and first used a few silver needles to seal points along the heart meridian, preventing the poison from entering.

Then, with quick hands, she made small incisions on Shen Zongnian’s wrists and ankles. Black blood flowed out.

Ji Chaomian heated some snow water and brought it into the carriage.

Jiu Yue worked to detoxify Shen Zongnian inside the carriage. Conditions were harsh.

Half an hour later, Shen Zongnian’s lips turned red, and the blood from his wounds was no longer black.

Jiu Yue removed the silver needles one by one and treated the wounds on his arm.

Just then, the exhausted bodyguards outside began to regain consciousness.

One by one, they realized Shen Zongnian’s condition and began crying uncontrollably, male sobs echoing in waves.

“Young General! Farewell!”

Jiu Yue’s face turned dark.

Ji Chaomian and his brothers felt awkward: “Your Young General isn’t dead.”

One bodyguard, crying, said, “It’s the Northern Frontier’s unique poison, Chunru. There is no antidote. Within five days, the victim is doomed to die. Today is the fifth day… we…”

He trailed off, sobbing, joined by the others.

Jiu Yue felt a headache coming on.

She lifted the carriage curtain and shouted: “Shut up!”

The bodyguards caught a glimpse of Shen Zongnian, half-naked, lying in the carriage.

Jiu Yue stormed out, tugging at her coat hem.

Having been squatting all that time, it was wrinkled into a mess. Her stance and movements, however, were… suggestive.

Especially considering their Young General was a famous scion of the capital, admired by countless girls!

The bodyguards, missing that, were outraged.

Though Jiu Yue had just saved them, she couldn’t be allowed to disrespect their general’s corpse!

“You, woman! How dare you! Out here in the wilds, to treat our Young General’s body like this!”

“You even dare touch our Young General’s body—are you even human?!”

Jiu Yue’s head was full of black lines. She jumped down from the carriage and faced them. Fine, they were each nearly two meters tall—what had they eaten to grow so big?

No matter. Jiu Yue might be short, but so what? One sixty-two, still plenty capable.

She could jump and smack these mouthy fools on the back of the head.

“I’m not that desperate! Open your dog eyes and look clearly! With him in that state, what could I possibly do?!”

One by one, the bodyguards got smacked on the back of the head as Jiu Yue jumped.

Unexpectedly, although they were furious at her words, they didn’t step back in front of their savior, allowing her to smack them. Some even bowed slightly, fearing she might miss.

Ji Zhouye and Ji Wanqiao huddled together, trembling.

These were the Shen family’s bodyguards—their second sister-in-law was fearless.

She dared to strike anyone!

When they reached the capital, would she need to tie her head to her belt?

She was truly reckless!

The bodyguards were stunned by the back-of-the-head smacks: “You—”

Ji Yiqing finally dressed Shen Zongnian and took care of him: “The Young General is safe. My wife has detoxified him. I hope none of you speak falsely to tarnish her reputation.”

Ji Yiqing’s tone was firm, righteous. Yet, when he lifted the carriage curtain and saw Jiu Yue jumping around smacking people, he silently closed it again.

Jiu Yue wasn’t the type to suffer loss silently.

If these were not the Shen family’s bodyguards, it wouldn’t have been mere back-of-the-head smacks—it could have been a neck strike, maybe even a few extra graves dug.

But the bodyguards didn’t mind the smacks—their minds were fully occupied with Ji Yiqing’s assurance that the poison had been cured.

Then they rushed to the carriage, flinging the curtain open: “Sir! Is it true? Has our Young General’s poison really been cured?!”

Ji Yiqing’s head buzzed from their shouting.

They said soldiers were reckless, simple-minded, loud, and strong.

But this… this was too loud!

Hadn’t Shen Zongnian’s brows already furrowed in response?