The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 273 Your life of wealth and honor has been ruined.
Every time Lang Jiuchuan heard the title "Fairy Maiden," which sounded so ethereal and earthy, he felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself that she should adopt a Taoist name so that she could travel the martial world with ease.

However, we must deal with Madam Song's matter first. When she asked for help, she wasn't asking for help from herself, but from her daughter.

Lang Jiuchuan carefully examined Song Niangzi's face. Her entire face was covered with deathly aura, indicating that she would not live for more than two days. However, her children's palace had not collapsed, proving that her daughter would live, or even live longer than her.

So, when she ordered the willow wood to make the large coffin, was she waiting for her seriously ill daughter to pass away so that she could go with her, or was she going first and then taking the child with her?
Lang Jiuchuan followed Madam Song to her house, accompanied by Fu Qi. As for why Fu Qi came along, he said that he would be the manager of Wanshipu in the future, and he couldn't just stay in the shop waiting for customers. If there was something important that Lang Jiuchuan missed, he could take care of it.

So, he went there purely to gain experience.

Song Niangzi's residence was not far from Xunxiang Hutong. If you walked, it would take half an hour to cross several streets and alleyways. If you hailed a mule cart at the side of the alley, you could get there in a quarter of an hour.

On the mule cart, Lang Jiuchuan had already learned from Madam Song about the changes that had befallen her in the past two years, which was exactly the same as what Boss Cheng had said. A person who had always had smooth sailing suddenly fell on hard times, but she said a little more.

Song Niangzi's family used to be well-off, and her husband was a scholar who passed the imperial examination. After passing the examination, some landlords and farmers would register some land under his name to avoid taxes, which was also a source of income.

Madam Song herself also possessed superb embroidery skills, and double-sided embroidery could fetch a better price. Therefore, before the family misfortune occurred, they still needed a mother and daughter as helpers to manage the household affairs, and a servant responsible for running errands and serving Song, the scholar. The small courtyard where they lived was also purchased.

Now that her family has encountered one misfortune after another, the helper is no longer needed, and many valuable items in the house have been sold to pay for a doctor and buy medicine for her daughter, Song Yuedie.

"It all started after that jade-faced Guanyin embroidery." Madam Song's face was filled with self-reproach and sorrow. "Ever since that Guanyin image was given away, it's as if I've been cursed. First, my husband died, then my in-laws, the cats and dogs in the house, and even my daughter is starting to suffer. It's my fault; I shouldn't have embroidered that Guanyin image. I was disrespectful to the gods, defiling Guanyin Bodhisattva, which is why I've been punished and cursed. But why wasn't it me who died? If there's to be a curse, it should be me who bears it..."

As Song Niangzi spoke, her emotions suddenly broke down, and she began to cry, recounting her story as she cried.

Before the Lunar New Year was over last year, her husband went to a literary gathering. He drank two cups of wine at the gathering, fell into the lake, and was already dead when they pulled him out.

After the family's breadwinner died, her parents-in-law fell ill one after the other. At that time, money was spent like water, but she watched helplessly as her parents-in-law died in front of her. In less than half a year, she had lost both her parents-in-law, and the cats and dogs she kept at home also passed away.

Within a year, she lost three close relatives, and now it's her daughter's turn.

"It was my disrespect for the gods and Buddhas that deserved to die," Madam Song wailed in anguish.

“Simply embroidering an image of Guanyin will not attract any divine punishment or curse. If you embroider it with a devout and reverent heart, it is even less likely to do so. It will only bring blessings. After all, to embroider an image of a god or Buddha, one must put a lot of thought into making it compassionate. That is, to embroider it with the utmost devotion. This is the same as copying scriptures. It accumulates merit and cultivates blessings. How could it attract divine punishment? You can see that some temples and monasteries also have embroidered images of gods and Buddhas hanging there.”

Madam Song's sobs stopped abruptly, tears blurring her vision. She looked at her and said, "Then why..."

"Unless there's a problem with your embroidery thread or the embroidered image, if there's no problem with those, then it has nothing to do with the Guanyin image; it must be something else."

Madam Song said, "The embroidery threads I use all come from Yunrongfang. My embroidery is always sold there. Even the patterns for the Guanyin statue are provided by them. Since this is a VIP order, Yunrongfang asked me if I would accept it, and there is a reward of three hundred taels."

"I heard it was sent to the palace?" Madam Song nodded: "That embroidery is quite a large piece. I spent two years embroidering it. It's one of my proudest works. After it was finished, I wanted to keep it for myself, but since it was already pre-ordered, I had to give up."

Lang Jiuchuan asked another question: "Who ordered it, and why was it sent to the palace?"

"They said it was ordered by the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence, and it seems it was delivered to their mistress." Madam Song said, "I don't know the specifics, I only know it was their family."

Lang Jiuchuan was taken aback, somewhat surprised to hear about the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence from her; what a coincidence.

“Things sent to the palace undergo multiple checks, and the Marquis of Zhenbei is a military general with considerable power. Since a woman has entered the palace as a concubine, they are more cautious than anyone else. Don't worry too much about the Guanyin statue.” Lang Jiuchuan asked, “What is your birth date and time?”

Madam Song gave a year and a date.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't use the Bagua compass, but only used his knuckles to calculate, and said: "Your birth chart is quite good. You have both wealth and official rank. Although you have been weak and sickly since childhood, you have met a good doctor and married a good man. You should have a smooth life and be rich and worry-free."

Song Niangzi felt a chill in her heart and gave a bitter smile. She was no longer rich and carefree; her family was more likely to be ruined. However, she was right about one thing: she was indeed frail and sickly when she was a child, and it was her father who hired a famous traveling doctor to treat her.

"However, your birth chart is countered by the Fire of the Year Branch, which is a case of Lu Tang with evil influences, attracting villains and evil stars. Last year was your birth year, and your favorable element was clashed. Your life of wealth and honor was broken by someone!" Lang Jiuchuan's tone was calm, but also somewhat surprised. The fate she thought had been changed did not appear, but it was still broken by someone.

Judging from her fierce aura, this is the result of being targeted by rivals.

Pity.

He was blessed with good fortune, yet he suffered this misfortune.

Was his destiny of wealth and honor ruined by someone else?

Madam Song's mind was buzzing. Who was it? Which villain had she offended? What grudge did they hold against her that they wanted to ruin her family?

A strong sense of resentment surged from her body, and her resentment became an obsession, causing the deathly aura around her to surge and roll, enveloping her in a dark and oppressive atmosphere, as if she were about to be possessed by a demon.

Lang Jiuchuan was startled and said, "General, use your fierce and ruthless power to break her resentment."

Fu Qi immediately emerged from the Nine Towers. His fierce aura was like a giant axe, cleaving away the resentment surging from Song Niangzi's body.

Song Niangzi's vision went black, and she collapsed limply onto the mule cart, her face deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror as she looked in Fu Qi's direction.