The Red Mansion in its bustling glory

While Yinglian was comforting Qingwen, Jia Jue was also trying to soothe Mushe.

Although Xiren didn't know exactly what had happened, she knew what she should and shouldn't say given the situation.

Gradually, Musk Moon recovered, and Qing Wen returned. Although they were still awkward, thankfully no bad estrangement developed.

Before we knew it, it was already dark.

Jia Jue was not a magnanimous person; in some ways, he could be described as petty and narrow-minded.

Musk Moon is his person. To put it more broadly, Lady Wang has already tacitly accepted Musk Moon as her concubine, just waiting for Jia Jue to get married in the future so that she can rightfully take her into her household as a concubine. This is something that he and Musk Moon have tacitly agreed on.

However, at this moment, Jia Chi actually wanted to make a move on Musk Moon, which made him not angry and furious.

If Jia Chisheng still harbored resentment towards his own son for causing trouble for his daughter-in-law, how much more so would Jia Jue?

From the moment Jia Chi left the room, Jia Jue began to plot how to get rid of this menace.

On a smaller scale, Jia Chi covets my people and will surely try to trip me up and use poisonous schemes after he returns. In order to ensure my smooth progress in the future, I must get rid of him.

To put it more broadly, Jia Chi was a local bully who preyed on the villagers, was unreasonable and disobedient to the law, and was ignorant of his own limitations. He was addicted to wine and women and bullied men and women. The only reason people would leave him was to uphold human ethics and protect social harmony.

Both publicly and privately, Jia Jue had no reason to keep him.

Having convinced himself of this, Jia Jue became even more determined.

So, what should he do to ensure that Jia Chi's soul returns to the underworld and stops causing harm to the world?

it's actually really easy.

Use force.

Since those dream journeys to the fairyland, Jia Jue not only gained a healthy body, but also the skills of an immortal.

For him, climbing onto the roof at night, maneuvering and moving about, and killing someone silently was an easy task.

Therefore, this sword strike will be very light, very quiet, very fast, and very dangerous.

The night was silent, and Xiren, Qingwen, Sheyue, Yinglian and the others had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Jia Jue was lying in bed when he suddenly opened his eyes.

His breathing was soft but smooth, and the moonlight shone through the window, making the room bright and clear.

Jia Jue sat up gently. He didn't make any big movements, but instead gently and slowly lifted the corner of the quilt.

He knew that of the four maids sleeping in this room, at least one was a very light sleeper, and the slightest noise would wake her up.

However, Jia Jue's movements were small, light, and quiet enough that even when he was standing at the door, no one woke up.

At this moment, Jia Jue was only wearing a thin undergarment, his hair was loose and he was barefoot. He held the jade in his hand. The moonlight shone on him, making him appear even more like a jade fairy, ethereal and unknowable.

At this moment, Jia Jue is facing his biggest challenge – opening the door.

The door is currently closed, and if you were to open it, no matter how lightly you use your strength, it would inevitably make a sound.

Others might not know, but at least Qingwen—who was the lightest sleeper—would definitely be woken up.

If Qingwen is woken up, wouldn't the other three also wake up?

Jia Jue was now in a difficult predicament.

Just as he was hesitating whether to push the door open, he was suddenly startled to hear a sound.

It was an extremely soft sound—perhaps the sound of clothes being put on.

He turned around and saw Qingwen, who was wearing an undergarment and a small jacket, standing in front of him with a pretty and charming appearance.

She was still holding Jia Jue's robe and shoes in her hands.

She remained silent, and so did Jia Jue.

The master and servant remained silent, and in this strangely tacit atmosphere, Qingwen dressed Jia Jue in his clothes and shoes.

"Squeak—"

The door made an extremely soft sound, so soft that the three people inside were still fast asleep.

Qingwen accompanied Jia Jue out of the courtyard.

Standing in the courtyard, the moonlight, as clear as water, bathed the two of them.

After a long silence, Qingwen finally spoke, "I don't know what you're trying to do. You don't have to tell me, but I want you to tell me—it's okay if you don't tell me, you know I've always been on your side."

When she said this, her voice was soft and beautiful, without any of the shrewishness she usually displayed when arguing with others, or the sarcasm she used when teasing someone.

As if she herself was not used to speaking in such a sweet and gentle voice, Qingwen coughed.

"But no matter what we do, we still need to dress properly. What should we do if we get sick again?"

Jia Jue silently stepped forward, then suddenly reached out and embraced Qingwen tightly.

Normally, Qingwen would have pushed him away—although she had feelings for Jia Jue, she would never allow him to touch her before he could rightfully marry her as his concubine—because this was a manifestation of her extreme self-respect and self-love.

However, at this moment, Qingwen just wanted to enjoy the warmth and safety in Jia Jue's arms.

This hug seemed to last a very long time, yet it also seemed very short.

Jia Jue released Qingwen and looked into her eyes.

He suddenly recalled a particularly cheesy phrase from his past life, but now, looking into her eyes, Jia Jue felt that nothing else could describe it.

"Her eyes speak volumes."

Jia Jue said softly to Qingwen, "Let's go back."

Qingwen nodded, said nothing, just stared at him for a moment, then turned and went back.

Jia Jue sighed deeply.

He took another breath, and his eyes were now calm and undisturbed.

A flash of silver light appeared in his hand, and the jade pendant had transformed into a longsword.

Bathed in moonlight, the longsword radiated a chilling aura.

He was like an immortal riding the wind, disappearing without a trace in just a few leaps.

Each step was light and silent.

-

Jia Jue was very fast, so in just a few breaths he had reached the roof of Jia Chi's bedroom.

At this time, Jia Chi's room was still brightly lit, and upon closer listening, one could still hear the soft sounds of men and women making love.

Jia Chi laughed and shouted, "Come on, you lost, so it's your turn to bend over. You can't go back on your word!"

The female voice called out, "Don't worry, sir, please~"

......

Hearing the lewd cries coming from inside the room, Jia Jue sneered inwardly, but remained lying motionless on the roof.

Soon, the candlelight in the room below went out.

Immediately following was a snoring sound.

Jia Jue gently took off his clothes, leaving only his undergarments, and covered his face with a white cloth that had been prepared beforehand. He drew his long sword and then stepped down into the courtyard.

Reaching the door, Jia Jue gently pushed it open.

A strange, indescribable smell hit him. Jia Jue frowned, suppressing his nausea, and quickly scanned the room, only to see Jia Chi lying naked on the bed, fast asleep.

At this moment, three of his concubines were lying next to him in his room, but they were not asleep yet.

Hearing the door open, he couldn't help but curse, "Who's the inconsiderate person here?"

However, when he looked up, he saw a white-clad ghost figure holding a long sword at the door. He was so frightened that he forgot to scream.

Jia Jue didn't give them time to react. With a swift movement and a flick of his longsword, a "whoosh" sound was heard.