The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 242: Don’t do human affairs
Gong Qi felt as if he had just escaped from the gates of hell when Fu Qi grabbed his throat. The speed was so fast and the murderous aura so intense that it was no less than that of a zombie. The ghostly aura was sinister and icy, penetrating to the bone marrow, chilling to the bone.

Lang Jiuchuan pulled him out from the clutches of the Grim Reaper formed by Fu Qi's ghostly aura and said, "General, the history known to later generations is all from the Records of the Grand Historian. Ignorance is no excuse."

History is understood through various historical records. As for its authenticity, it is necessary to consult a large number of documents to investigate. If these documents cannot be found, then how it is written and how can later generations believe it?

This is what Lang Jiuchuan said before: whether one is remembered for good or bad for eternity, how future generations will judge them depends on the Records of the Grand Historian.

Fu Qi's malevolent aura dissipated instantly.

Gong Qi used two talismans to dispel the yin energy throughout his body, but his face, which had not yet recovered from the attack of the demonic poison, turned even paler.

He gritted his teeth and said to Lang Jiuchuan, "I haven't offended you, have I? I even gave you life-saving pills to swallow one by one. I don't expect you to repay my kindness, but you can't repay kindness with enmity, can you? Saying you'll travel freely in Da Dan, you're just asking for trouble..."

His voice trailed off as Fu Qi swept over him with a cold gaze, and he looked at him with apprehension.

That's a real menace!
Seeing that he was getting angry, Lang Jiuchuan explained Fu Qi's background and past in a few words, and finally said: "If it were you, defending a city to the death, even sacrificing your life for the city, just to buy a little more time for the people, and to kill one more person, you would be so heroic, but in the end you would become the scapegoat, falsely accused of being a traitor to the country, and your family would be wiped out. Wouldn't you hate that?"

Gong Qi's expression changed, and he said, "The ruler of Liang Kingdom is inhuman; no wonder it was destroyed."

Distorting the facts, reversing right and wrong, and even writing history books to slander loyal souls—this behavior is truly heinous and deserves the downfall of the nation.

“No dynasty lasts forever; there will always be a time when its fate is exhausted, just like…” Lang Jiuchuan gave him a deep look.

Gong Qi: "!"

I know you're implying something, but you didn't have to be so obvious.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "General Fu is angry because his reputation has been tarnished, so please bear with him."

Gong Qi said with a wronged expression, "Even so, we don't know. Later generations didn't see it with their own eyes, so how would they know what that battle was like? Not to mention, it was a matter of the previous Liang Kingdom, which was two hundred years ago. The people there have long since passed away, and the ruler of Liang Kingdom may have already been reincarnated. Who can prove that he was wronged? Later generations only know about the past from history books."

Two hundred years, not two years. It's so difficult to prove he was innocent because many things can't withstand scrutiny.

Lang Jiuchuan and Fu Qi were well aware of this principle, and it was precisely because they knew it that they felt even more aggrieved. They wanted to seek revenge on the ruler of Liang, but he had already died or been reincarnated.

Fu Qi said, "It's already difficult to restore a good reputation. Let's deal with the most urgent matter first. As for the rest... it's all up to fate."

The tone was heavy and dejected.

After hearing this, Gong Qi looked at Lang Jiuchuan again, wondering if there was anything else going on.
Is it also related to this Bagua City?

Gong Qi was filled with doubts. Looking at the three big characters of Bagua City, she suddenly remembered that Lang Jiuchuan didn't seem to have said anything important about General Fu Qi. That brat was also being unreasonable, she was on guard against him!

Gong Qi turned her head, glanced at Lang Jiuchuan, and curled her lips into a cold smile.

Faced with his questioning and sneer, Lang Jiuchuan showed no sign of guilt and asked, "After Liangcheng of the previous dynasty was occupied by Kangju, it was burned down and rebuilt. It was renamed Bagua City from Yuancheng. Do you know why?" Gong Qi crossed his arms and said coldly, "I don't know."

You're hiding it from me, and I'm hiding it from you.

Don't expect to get anything out of me.

Lang Jiuchuan's face darkened as he looked at Fu Qi. It was the same old place, so he simply performed a ritual on the spot, using Fu Qi's soul as a guide and the ground as an array to pull Gong Qi into the Soul Realm, where he would experience the pain of Fu Qi and the three thousand Fu family soldiers.

Seeing it with her own eyes would save her the trouble of explaining.

After Gong Qi had experienced the agonizing ordeal in Fu Qi's soul realm, she finally looked at the characters in the Bagua City inscription. They were in seal script, with vigorous and powerful strokes, like iron hooks and silver lines, and the colors were rich and vibrant...

Is it made with cinnabar mixed with gold liquid?
Looking at the three characters that shimmered with a golden glow in the sunlight, only a mixture of cinnabar and gold ink could produce such an effect.

Moreover, it has not yet been exposed to wind, frost, and sandstorms. The three characters look as if someone is constantly touching up the color, making them appear very new, which contrasts sharply with the mottled city wall.

The land where Langjiuchuan is located is almost flat. Due to the terrain and climate, it is very barren, with few trees. When yellow sand blows, the gravel scrapes painfully against people's faces.

She took out the map of Bagua City, unfolded it to compare the directions, and slowly turned around from the city gate. Ten feet away to the west, there stood a stele.

The stele was two zhang tall, made of granite, and round in shape. There were some patterns on the pillar, and a small tower was on top of the pillar. A wind-predicting bell hung from the top of the tower. When the wind blew, the bell rang, like a ceremonial bell being struck.

Lang Jiuchuan's expression was somewhat strange. Such a monument seemed to be erected for the deceased for memorial purposes, but was that really the case?
Just then, someone passed by, carrying a basket, took incense, and offered prayers before the stele. He couldn't help but squint.

Just as Lang Jiuchuan was about to go over and see what was going on, a sudden roar burst out beside him, startling him.

Turning his head, he saw that Gong Qi had emerged from Fu Qi's soul realm. He knelt on the ground, pounding the ground with his hands and roaring, his eyes bloodshot, and a murderous aura emanating from his body.

Oh no, I forgot that this person is poisoned by demons. Seeing such a scene will surely ignite the ferocity within him.

Lang Jiuchuan quickly went to his side, placed one hand on his mind's eye, and took the Emperor Bell with the other, gently shaking it. The soothing power enveloped him, and the turbulent blood and qi that had been making him feel agitated stopped rushing to his head, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

Gong Qi raised his head, his eyes like those of a menacing, golden centipede, slowly receding.

Lang Jiuchuan saw it clearly, his brows furrowed tightly. The demonic poison was deeply ingrained, and if he ever lost control of it, he would be controlled by it and do evil. In that case, he would not only harm himself, but also the innocent.

This evil poison is a scourge and must be eliminated!
Gong Qi had regained her composure, but tears still streamed down her face. She looked at Fu Qi, her face filled with sorrow, and her throat tightened as she murmured, "How could this be..."

He thought it was just an old ghost who hadn't reincarnated because of his grievances and obsessions, but he didn't expect that there was a group of loyal souls struggling here for two hundred years.

Fu Qi felt neither sorrow nor joy.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "This is what General Fu asked me to do: to help the souls of the dead be reborn. To help the souls be reborn, we must first release them from their predicament so that those soldiers who have been trapped for two hundred years can be sent to the underworld and be reborn in the Pure Land."