The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 1 Returning Home, Mother Doesn’t Recognize Me
In Wujing, the first snow falls.

Lang Jiuchuan half-narrowed his eyes as he looked at the two large white lanterns with the word "Dian" written on them that were shaking violently in the north wind under the eaves.

The hexagram does not deceive me.

Someone is really dead.

The one who died was the grandfather of this body, Kaiping Hou Langpu.

"Ninth Miss, put it on quickly."

Lang Jiuchuan lowered her eyes and saw a dazzling white. It was a set of mourning clothes. As a granddaughter, she naturally had to wear mourning clothes for her grandfather.

Haha, exile him when not needed, recall him when needed to be a filial grandson to see him off to his final resting place.

Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, the maid became a little impatient. Just as she was about to urge her, the mourning clothes in her hands were pulled away. She looked away and saw her slender hands with distinct bones, the same color as the mourning clothes, dull white.

Like a dead man's hand.

Lang Jiuchuan put on mourning clothes, tied the hemp rope around his waist, put on the mourning hat on his head, looked at the maid, and smiled grimly: "Do you think I am filial?"

The maid's heart trembled, and she subconsciously took two steps back, a chill running up her spine.

The Ninth Girl had been silent all the way, looking eerie and lifeless. Now dressed in white with a pale face, she looked even more spooky.

She is indeed an unpopular girl. With such a gloomy and dead look, who would like her?

Lang Jiuchuan saw through the maid's thoughts at a glance and snorted with laughter, thinking that he was now a dead ghost.

If there were a powerful magician, he would be able to see at a glance how shabby the body under the illusion is after being patched up.

When this body fell miserably in the mass grave, the tendons of its limbs were broken, its eye sockets were empty, and a bone was missing from its chest cavity. It was as tattered as a rag doll.

And she was forced into this broken body, and resurrected as Lang Jiuchuan, the daughter of Kaiping Marquis Mansion.

Now that she thinks about it, she still has to fight the judge to the death. This is a hellish start. She doesn't believe that it's not a personal vendetta. Otherwise, with so many dead people in the world, why did she get such a broken body?

Lang Jiuchuan lowered her head slightly, and a round eyeball fell down. She quickly caught it with her hand and pushed it back into the eye socket.

Tsk, dog eyes are still not very suitable for the human body. They fall off easily. They have to be human eyes.

At that time, the wolfhound with its eyes gouged out in the mass grave was lying on the pile of corpses, howling: It had been gnawing on corpses all day, but its eyes were gouged out by the corpses. How miserable it was!
The maid saw that she was dressed and led her to the side door. A steward was already walking towards them. When he saw them, he frowned and asked, "Why are you so slow?"

The maid was about to reply when Lang Jiuchuan had already brushed past the steward and walked in. The steward was stunned, his face darkening even more.

People who grew up in the countryside have no rules.

He gave chase.

Lang Jiuchuan walked straight towards the mourning hall, ignoring the chattering voice of the steward who came to his ears. His spiritual sense took in the scenery of the marquis' mansion through his two dog eyes.

The closer you get to the mourning hall, the more Buddhist music reaches your eardrums. It's the monks performing a ritual and chanting sutras about the dead.

"Ninth Miss, this way." The steward stopped her from going to the mourning hall and pointed to the other side of the hall.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him and walked towards that road.

The manager was sweating profusely.

That look actually made him feel uneasy.

After entering the small courtyard pointed out by the steward, a maid was standing in the corridor. Seeing her, she seemed to be interested. She took two steps forward, looked at her inconspicuously, and asked excitedly: "Is it Miss Nine?"

Lang Jiuchuan didn't answer, but just looked behind her. Someone walked out of the room and met her eyes.

He was dressed in heavy mourning, had a thin figure, an expressionless face, and looked at her with cold eyes.

Lang Jiuchuan moved the fingers tucked in his sleeves and blinked his eyes. This woman, is she his mother?
She felt a subtle traction.

The nanny turned around, looked at the woman, and said in a choked voice, "Second Madam, our ninth daughter has returned home."

Cui, the second wife of Kaiping Marquis's Mansion and Lang Jiuchuan's biological mother, looked down at the thin girl standing in the yard, walked over slowly and stood in front of her.

The nanny stepped forward and said to Lang Jiuchuan, "Miss Jiu, please greet the lady quickly. This is your mother..."

"You are not my daughter!"

The cold voice suddenly interrupted Mammy's words.

The nanny's expression changed, her face was full of astonishment, and she quickly spoke helplessly: "Madam..."

Cui ignored her hesitation and just stared at Lang Jiuchuan with a cold look in her eyes, repeating: "You are not my daughter!"

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