The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 18 The Ninth Girl is Too Poor

If you don't listen to Jiuchuan's advice, you will inevitably suffer losses.

The few people who stayed in the mourning hall were all possessed by the evil spirits. They started groaning in the middle of the night and were asked by Lang Jiuchuan to be moved out.

In fact, this little bit of Yin energy will not do much harm to people, but funerals are hard work. They have to keep vigil for several days and can only eat vegetarian food. They are tired and lack energy, and it is cold in winter. Once the Yin energy enters their bodies, they will naturally get sick.

But in the eyes of the Lang family, this matter was very strange and weird. They were both in the same mourning hall, but the stronger and more resilient man fell down, while the girl who looked like a weak chicken that would fall down at the slightest breeze was fine.

The most important point is that she had reminded people before that if the negative energy in the mourning hall had not dissipated and they stayed there and waited for the negative energy to enter their bodies, they would suffer bad luck or become sick. And when no one took it seriously, her words came true.

"How come you are okay?" Lang Cailing couldn't help but cry out. One of the sick people was her younger brother Lang Caiyi from the same mother. When he was carried back, her aunt was so scared that she almost fainted.

Seeing that she was fine, and thinking back to what she said before, I always felt that this person might have done something evil.

Lang Jiuchuan stood up and stretched, then turned to look at the Lang family members who had returned to the funeral hall to keep vigil, and pointed at his own face: "Do I look okay to you?"

Despite some meager ancestral merits to nourish her body, the damaged parts of her body had not been replaced or improved, so her life was still in danger.

Take her face, which is so pale, and you can tell at first glance that she doesn’t look healthy. Even the doctor has hinted that if she doesn’t take good care of herself, she won’t live long.

At that time, besides Wu, the head of the family also heard this, and her biological mother also heard it.

But last night when she said she wanted to stay in the funeral hall to keep vigil, was there anyone who remembered this and forcibly took her away?
The answer is of course no.

Although Lang Jiuchuan didn't care, he couldn't help but feel indignant and complain on behalf of the real culprit.

What a poor little thing.

Lang Cailing looked at her pale face, which was so pale that one could see tiny blood vessels, and the blue veins on her forehead were even more clearly visible. She pursed her lips for a moment and sneered, "Who can I blame? It's all because of you showing off."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the straw mat to kneel down, muttering quietly, "Is there something wrong with your brain if you really want to stay here all night?"

Mrs. Wu walked in with a tired look on her face. When she saw Lang Jiuchuan, she immediately remembered what the doctor said yesterday. She walked up quickly and said, "Sister Jiu, you didn't really stay up all night?"

Oh no, she had completely put this matter aside. Yesterday the doctor said that her sister's health needed to be carefully taken care of. Later, Lang Jiuchuan went to the old lady's yard, and she only arranged for someone to clean up the yard. In the evening, her daughter's wet nurse said that her daughter had a fever, so she went to take care of her immediately. And in the evening, that incident happened, and she had to take care of her husband, so she completely forgot that Lang Jiuchuan was in poor health.

Funerals are already a lot of work, and as the eldest grandson's wife, she has no time to spare. In just a few days, her waist has become thinner. How could she even remember this cousin who had just been brought back and had a low sense of presence? It was only now, seeing her face, that she remembered what she had forgotten.

It's all over. Will her image as a kind, gentle, generous and amiable sister-in-law collapse in one day?

Lang Jiuchuan was still unaware of Wu's thoughts and only said, "I have fulfilled my filial duties. Where is my yard?"

"Okay, I'll have someone take you there right away." Mrs. Wu said immediately.

"Thank you."

Lang Jiuchuan walked out of the mourning hall and saw that the monks and Taoists had already started sitting on the cushions in the corner of the courtyard, preparing to chant sutras.

So dedicated.

She didn't want to stay in the mourning hall during the day, and for this reason, she was impatient to listen to the scriptures.

Cui came towards her, and when she saw her face, she frowned and pursed her pale lips. Lang Jiuchuan nodded faintly, which was considered a greeting. However, Cheng Ma, who was following Cui, bowed to her. When she learned that she wanted to go back to the yard to rest, she asked Jianlan to follow and serve her.

Lang Jiuchuan refused, and Cui's face became more and more ugly. She walked towards the mourning hall without saying a word.

Madam Cheng had a headache and whispered, "Madam, that is our second wife's only child. She is so weak, and you are so harsh on her..."

Cui looked over and swallowed back all of Cheng's words before she walked into the mourning hall.

Madam Cheng sighed, turned to Jianlan and said, "Go and have a look. If there is anything you can do, take care of it. Don't ignore it just because the young lady is so cold. People from our second house don't always rely on others for everything."

Jianlan chased after him.

"They are both stubborn, how can they not be girls?" Madam Cheng shook her head and sighed: "Mother and daughter who should have depended on each other are acting like enemies. What kind of sin is this?"

Lang Jiuchuan, who was being talked about, sneezed, touched her nose and looked at the courtyard in front of her, and touched her left cheek with her tongue. The direction of the courtyard arranged for her was a little off, not far from Cui's Qichi Pavilion, facing north and south, and the location was okay, but the feng shui of the courtyard was too dead and the energy was lifeless. It was not suitable to keep her corpse that could fall apart at any time, no, body.

If you want to get better, you have to activate this energy.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the people behind him. In addition to Jianlan, there was a pair of twin maids named Daman and Xiaoman. He said, "Since this is a yard prepared for me, can I ask for anything I want?"

The two looked at each other, and before they could say anything, Jianlan said, "Young lady, just let me know if you need anything. However, the mansion is in the process of mourning, and everything is in a mess. We can't trouble the eldest young lady and the first lady. Young lady, please tell me what you want, and I will ask Madam Cheng for permission and send it to you. Madam Cheng said that young lady belongs to our second house."

In other words, it is under the jurisdiction of the second room.

Lang Jiuchuan asked with interest: "Whatever you want?"

Jianlan said, "Of course. But during the mourning period, one cannot go beyond the norm, lest one be criticized."

"Then it's okay for me to ask for some jade or something, right?"

Jianlan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Miss, do you want jewelry?"

"Of course I want those, but I like shiny things. Forget about jade ornaments. Besides, can't I wear them?" Lang Jiuchuan said, "Just go find some jade stones."

Jianlan agreed.

At this time, the maid of Kangshouyuan brought Lang Jiuchuan's coarse cloth bag. She took it, and instructed Daman and Xiaoman to deal with some things in the yard, and then went straight into her boudoir to have a sleep.

Jianlan watched her disappear, then came to her senses and asked the maid at Kangshouyuan, "Is that the only luggage for Miss Nine?"

"Yes."

Jianlan fell silent.

The Ninth Miss is the only child of the Second House. She should be the pampered daughter of the Marquis's family, but who would believe her if she told others that she only had a bag with her, which was wrapped in coarse cloth that even she looked down upon. It looked shabby and stingy.

Her daughter is so pitiful.

(End of this chapter)