The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 231 Business will come, won't it?

Ding Mangu came with great sincerity. When faced with Lang Jiuchuan, who was old enough to be his daughter, he knelt down without hesitation, regarding her as his second parent.

Indeed, he was a second father. If Lang Jiuchuan hadn't given him some pointers, he would have been caught completely off guard and imprisoned. Without anyone to help him, he would have ended up with his family ruined and dead. How could he have even tried to seek justice for his daughter? His whole family would have ended up with her.

After Lang Jiuchuan accepted the kneeling, he told him to stand up and speak, asking, "Has this case been solved? What did they say?"

Ding Mangu wiped his eyes, took the tea Zhuang Quanhai handed him and took a sip before saying in grief and indignation, "My son's death was all because he was wrongly married to a treacherous bastard from Zhongshan who sold his wife for personal gain."

With the matter at Duominggang settled, a member of the Xuan clan reported the incident to the Dali Temple. The Cong family no longer had the confidence to deny it outright, and they confessed what they were supposed to. Naturally, the gangs that specialized in kidnapping people for the Cong family did the same.

Ding Suqiu was targeted and disappeared because Zhuo Yu had received a promise of a fifth-rank official position from the prince consort. He took Ding Suqiu out to the manor for a trip, which led to her 'disappearance'. However, before he could obtain the position, the matter was exposed, and he himself was silenced.

"Although being silenced was his own fault for conspiring with a tiger, he died too easily. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that such a person should be torn to pieces and sent to the eighteenth level of hell," Ding Mangu said angrily.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Yes, even if he enters the underworld, his merits and demerits will be counted in detail. He did not directly kill his wife, but he was still involved in the karma of killing his wife, and he will be punished accordingly."

Ding Mangu gritted his teeth and said, "This boy is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He is the one who deserves to die a miserable death. Why didn't that zombie drain his life essence? But he deserved it. According to the servants, he was the one who lured the young lady from the Marquis of Zhongyong's family out. The prince consort was afraid that the Qi family would investigate and find out about the princess's residence, so they killed him. It's really gratifying."

He talked on and on, but when he realized that Lang Jiuchuan was not saying anything and was just listening quietly, he felt a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "Look at me, I got carried away and started talking without thinking. Please don't blame this old man for being long-winded, but there are some things I just have to say."

"The pent-up emotions have dissipated, which is good for your health and will not cause any harm." Lang Jiuchuan looked at him and said, "After going through this ordeal, Master Ding has a kind heart and has accumulated a lot of good deeds. He will eventually be blessed with good fortune."

Ding Mangu quickly stood up and bowed: "Thank you for your advice, young lady. I will definitely do good deeds. Now that this matter is settled, I am also preparing to take my family back to my hometown to do business. I don't want to come to the capital anymore. I am content with a modest life. So before that, I have a favor to ask of you, young lady."

"But it doesn't matter."

“I see that your shop is a shop for all things, a shop that can solve all problems. I have a problem here, and I wonder if you can help me solve it?” As he spoke, he took out two large purses, one a thank-you gift for Lang Jiuchuan and the other a reward: “If you can solve it, I would be grateful if you could do me the favor.”

Lang Jiuchuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhuang Quanhai beside him. "Look, the business has come in, hasn't it?"
Zhuang Quan Hai stared silently at his old friend's two large purses: "..."

"Zhuo Yu is dead, but he never severed ties with my Su Qiu before he died. Even in death, they are still husband and wife on the marriage certificate. Although Su Qiu's soul is gone, I still don't want her name to be associated with that Zhongshan wolf." Ding Mangu said with red eyes, "I just want to ask you, young lady, now that they are both dead, is it possible to dissolve this marriage contract? I don't want my Su Qiu to be associated with him even after death."

“Of course it’s possible,” Lang Jiuchuan said. “As the saying goes, marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. If the marriage contract is dissolved and the parents agree, that’s fine.”

“But that old woman Zhuo is already dead.” Ding Mangu hesitated for a moment, then told what he had found out. Seeing Lang Jiuchuan looking at him, he quickly explained, “I didn’t do it. Although I wanted to, when I found her, she was already dead. Her body had been sent to the mortuary.” Lang Jiuchuan nodded, “That’s alright. You’re here, aren’t you? Without a divorce, the marriage contract is severed. Zhuo Yu bears the karma of killing his wife. As long as you write a letter of severance and burn it along with their marriage contract and the letter of dissolution, and inform Heaven and Earth, it can be resolved.”

Ding Mangu was overjoyed and said, "Then I'll write it now?"

This matter is not difficult to resolve, but the time for breaking the contract must be at night, which is considered breaking the Yin contract. So, he was asked to write it down first, and Zhuang Quan Hai was asked to prepare some items. She would then set up a small altar to handle the matter at night.

After Lang Jiuchuan finished giving his instructions, he took Jianlan to the bookstore.

Not far from Xifang is Sijingfang, and there is a rather large Desheng Bookstore on Liucun Street. She wanted to go there to look for local chronicles or historical books.

It was not yet the first month of the lunar calendar, but because the case of the Corpse Demon had been solved, more people were willing to go out and about. The weather had been nice these past two days, and the temperature had risen, so there were many people on the streets, and even more people in the bookstores.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot. This year is the Emperor's 500th birthday, and a special imperial examination will be held in February. No wonder there are so many scholars in the bookstore." Jianlan slapped her forehead when she saw that the bookstore was full of students, remembering the news she had heard last year.

Looking at the sea of ​​people inside, Lang Jiuchuan frowned and said, "You're already twenty-one. Isn't it too late to come to the bookstore to buy books now? Shouldn't you be at home preparing for the exam?"

Can you really produce an article by cramming at the last minute?

"You don't know this, it's because Mr. Liu Feng has published a new book collection, which contains his insights and annotations on the eight-legged essay and his own essay from his top-ranking examination. That's why everyone is so excited about it." A student standing next to the master and servant said excitedly, "Mr. Liu Feng passed the imperial examination at the age of nineteen and has been an official for many years. His life experiences have changed a lot, and he has his own unique insights into his essay from back then. If we can read it, we will definitely benefit a lot. Of course, we must grab a copy to collect."

"Mr. Liu Feng is truly my mentor. I would die willingly to have the opportunity to study the books of sages and worthies." Suddenly, a student shrieked in the bookstore, clutching a book and bursting into tears. The crying stopped abruptly.

"Oh dear, Brother Deng, what's wrong? Someone, quickly fetch a doctor."

A commotion broke out inside the bookstore.

Lang Jiuchuan looked inside and saw a noisy scene. He frowned and turned to leave, saying to Jianlan, "There are too many people. Let's go to another room."

"What kind of book is this, a mere attempt to gain fame and fortune? I think this collection of books is completely contrary to his imperial examination papers, utterly irrelevant. That old scoundrel Sheng Huai'an must be possessed by a demon to spout such nonsense about 'excelling in studies leads to officialdom.' Look at your frenzied, thirsty state; you're about to faint after reading just a few lines. Is the ink in this book written with some kind of evil, brainwashing poison that has turned you all insane?"

The familiar roar echoed through the noisy bookstore.

Lang Jiuchuan paused in her steps. It was an acquaintance. So she decided not to leave.
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