Chen Ping's Sword

"Step back, I am not hungry."

Ji Mingyue waited quietly as the two maids, Ziyan and Moxiang, came in, looking at the tray they held.

The dishes were indeed sumptuous, all the seasonal fruits and vegetables she loved, and they even thoughtfully prepared a bottle of fruit wine.

If she hadn’t reached the realm of the "The Moon Rises Over the Sea," the Third Layer of the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword, she might have missed the strangeness within.

She would never have heard so many secrets.

Knowing that her father, after all, never truly considered her, his daughter, important. The affection during her childhood might have just been him treating her as an amusing toy, fulfilling his sense of satisfaction as a father having a daughter.

"Seemingly affectionate, yet often heartless."

The lonely figure of her mother occasionally murmuring to the moon reappeared before Ji Mingyue’s eyes.

"How long has it been since I saw my mother? Since going to the Celestial Gate Pass, I’ve been fighting the Hu People, and now I’m trapped in a predicament, likely in extreme danger, but I..."

Ji Mingyue’s mind was filled with countless thoughts, gradually chilling her heart to ice, her eyes turning slightly indifferent.

"Commandery Princess, please do not make things difficult for us. If you don’t eat, and the prince blames us later, we cannot bear the punishment."

Ziyan and Moxiang, hearing Ji Mingyue didn’t want to eat, were shocked as if struck by thunder, hurriedly kneeling to beg for forgiveness.

The rules of the Prince’s Mansion were strict, and everyone had their duties.

The two maids served Little Commandery Princess Mingyue’s daily life and meals.

Not eating was not an option.

Daily reports were submitted, and if it was known that the Little Commandery Princess skipped a meal, the rules of the Prince’s Mansion would not affect the commandery princess but would vent on the maids and servants.

At best, they would be punished by kneeling and going hungry; at worst, beaten to death with sticks.

Grown up in the Prince’s Mansion since childhood, Ji Mingyue was well aware of such rules.

If it were before, hearing the maids plead like this, she would have softened her heart and not made it difficult for them.

She would obediently eat the food and drink.

Even if she didn’t have an appetite at all, she would do the same.

However, she now suspected that the reason for her extreme daily fatigue, constant sleepiness, and lack of interest might be due to something strange in the food.

How could she dare to eat it without caution?

Seeing the two maids across from her crying pitifully, she only felt amused inside.

"Such poor acting, and I didn’t suspect a thing. Indeed, Seventh Brother was right, ’Even with confidants in old age, always keep a sword at hand; act with caution in all you do.’ After all, you weren’t with me from childhood."

Ji Mingyue shook her head in self-mockery.

She thought to herself that after coming to her father’s side, she felt safe, completely unguarded against the surrounding environment and malice. Even if she were sold, she could only blame herself for being foolish.

The Saint Heir of the Extreme Yin Sect, her second brother who had been away for years, had come to the Ling Mountain Prefecture camp, making everything seem very strange. In such a situation, if she didn’t know how to protect herself, she would have no one to blame if she died.

"Commandery Princess, Princess Mingyue..."

The two maids were slightly anxious again, bringing the tray closer, almost ready to feed her forcefully.

"Your little mother sent you, didn’t she? Leave, I don’t want to use force."

Ji Mingyue gently stroked the Snake Skin Cyan Steel Sword in her hand, a trophy Seventh Brother had snatched on their escape, a witness to their then plight and panic.

Seventh Brother casually gave it to her, though it hadn’t been of use then.

In the Prince’s Mansion, naturally, there were more and better swords; even in a temporary Prince’s Mansion, money and treasures were abundant.

However, Ji Mingyue didn’t replace her sword, holding on to this one. No one had seen her practice swordsmanship, but she knew some people and things had changed, even herself.

Ziyan’s expression was stunned; she turned her head to scrutinize Ji Mingyue and said with a forced smile, "Commandery Princess, you really shouldn’t make it difficult for us. The Fourth Prince of Beizhou, Yuwen Hao, is renowned for his youth, an admirable hero. What’s wrong with him? I know you still miss Chen Ping, but he comes from a humble background, advancing through luck. How could he ever match your Celestial Family bloodline..."

"Hiss..."

A cold wind swept by.

Before Ziyan finished her words, her expression changed drastically. The vast True Qi within her meridians roared, and her body flew backward like light smoke.

Her body had just started to lift, retreating three feet, and a shaft of blood spurted from her throat.

"You... gurgle!"

Ziyan’s throat made a gurgling sound as she collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of soft mud, feeling all her Inner Qi drain away, darkness clouding her vision, entirely powerless.

She couldn’t understand at all how this seemingly harmless Little Commandery Princess dared to kill, let alone could kill.

Ji Mingyue’s right arm trembled slightly; blood droplets slowly fell from the sword. She looked coldly at the dying Ziyan and seriously said, "Even if Seventh Brother had a thousand faults, ten thousand wrongs, it’s not something a little demon from the Extreme Yin Sect like you can criticize."

She turned to look at Moxiang, who had drawn her thin sword as if facing a formidable enemy, and smiled, "Are you still thinking of forcibly knocking me down, drugging and stupefying me, and then presenting me as a gift to the Fourth Prince of Beizhou to fulfill your Extreme Yin Sect’s double-dealing schemes?"

There was nothing more to say.

Moxiang had long lost the desire to pretend.

Her form flickered as she pounced like a leopardess, the thin sword thrusting out a net of black swords, stabbing like a torrential rain.

As the sword momentum started, the room turned chilly, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their limbs numbed with cold, their Qi and Blood stagnant.

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