The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 2: Mysterious Background
You are not my daughter!

The icy voice, coupled with the chill of the first snow, seemed even colder.

Lang Jiuchuan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked into Cui's eyes. As the saying goes, a mother and daughter are connected by heart. How could she be so powerful that she could tell at a glance that I was a resurrected ghost?

No, that's not right.

There was no fear or doubt in Cui's eyes, only determination and obsession, and also a hint of disgust, irritability and even grievance?

As a mother, this look is too complicated.

Lang Jiuchuan was a little puzzled, but if it wasn't, then it wasn't, she wasn't that anyway, so he responded lightly with "Oh".

Cui was slightly startled.

The nanny felt a headache and said to a maid, "Jianlan, take Miss Nine to the mourning hall first."

Jianlan immediately stepped forward and knelt slightly towards Lang Jiuchuan: "Miss, please follow me."

Lang Jiuchuan turned around without any reluctance and followed her out of the moon gate of the courtyard. The nanny's voice floated over with the wind: "Madam, more than ten years have passed, and the girl will soon be a marriageable girl. Why are you doing this?"

Cui didn't say anything. She stared at the direction where Lang Jiuchuan disappeared, frowned, and pressed her chest, trying to suppress the strange feeling of discomfort in her heart.

It feels like something is missing.

On the path leading to the mourning hall, Lang Jiuchuan still felt strange. Seeing Cui's disgusted look, did she really dislike her, or did she really see something and felt that she was not her daughter?

But she clearly felt a bond between them.

Unfortunately, when she entered this body, not only did her original body die miserably, but even her soul was gone, so she couldn't absorb the memory of this body. But this body was indeed the ninth girl raised on the farm by the Lang family, and this was confirmed by the judge.

"Miss, don't take it to heart. Madam has had a hard time these years." Jianlan saw Lang Jiuchuan's gloomy face and coldness. After looking at her several times, she couldn't help but said dryly: "You just returned home. It will be fine after a while."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her, a maid of about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a calm and steady demeanor. She must be a capable maidservant by Cui's side.

Her heart moved, and she asked, "Why did she say that?"

Jianlan was a little embarrassed. She had been working in Xizhao Courtyard for ten years. She rose from a small maid to a senior maid in charge of Cui's clothes and jewelry. From the first day she entered the courtyard to work, she was told many times by the nanny and sisters when she was learning the rules that she was not allowed to mention the Ninth Miss, especially in front of the lady.

She found it strange. Wasn't the Ninth Miss the only daughter of the second house, and also the only flesh and blood of the Second Master? Not to mention that she couldn't mention her, she had never even seen the young master. Later, after working for a long time, she gradually realized that the Madam hated this daughter because the Second Master had died on the battlefield when she was born, and she was regarded as an unlucky person.

But Jianlan heard from her cousin who used to be the head maid of the lady that this was not the case. The lady was obsessed with the death of the second master and insisted that the girl was not her biological daughter. There were several times when she almost smothered the girl to death. It was because of her disgust that the old lady decided to send the girl to be raised on the farm to avoid conflict between mother and daughter and the tragedy of the mother killing her daughter.

I didn't expect that more than ten years have passed and the lady still thinks so. It is obvious that the Ninth Miss's features are somewhat similar to her, how could she not be?

Madam has been a widow for too long and is still unwilling to come out of her trance.

Jianlan forced a laugh and replied dryly, "You've been away from home for many years, so you're a little unfamiliar. Besides, Madam has had trouble sleeping these days, and she's tired from guarding the mourning hall."

Lang Jiuchuan did not agree with this ambiguous reply.

But she didn't care if Jianlan refused to say anything. She would eventually find out the truth. She was just a little curious.

Is there really a mother who, because she hates her daughter, would be so cruel as to send her away at a young age?