The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 284 Volunteering to be a Servant
Lang Jiuchuan rested in the Little Nine Pagoda for one night. When he came out of the pagoda the next day, it was almost noon. Madam Song had already gone back to her house and picked up some clothes and important items from the ruins. She was now guarding her daughter.

Seeing Lang Jiuchuan approaching, she quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "I went home and filed a report at the yamen. Everyone said the house collapsed because it was struck by lightning, and no one suspected anything."

Some neighbors breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that they weren't inside, saying it was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. Others, however, made some sarcastic remarks, saying that they must have been punished by heaven for their house being struck by lightning and collapsed. She pretended not to hear them.

Knowing that everything she had suffered was caused by human intervention, her heart was at peace. It wasn't because she was cursed and alone, but because of the evil in human nature that she had been brought about by misfortune.

Now that my daughter has survived, even if she only lives for a few decades, that's enough. By then, she won't be young anymore, and I can accompany her on her journey.

So she doesn't care what others say. They can say whatever they want; all she cares about is that her daughter is alright.

The house showed heavy signs of being struck by lightning. Although the house collapsed, no one died, and the authorities did not suspect anything; they simply registered the incident.

"I was thinking of selling the house once Die'er is fully recovered, Immortal Master..." Madam Song seemed a little embarrassed to speak, and knelt down: "In principle, Immortal Master is the benefactor of my daughter and me, and I really shouldn't be shamelessly pestering you. I see that this shop of yours has a back house, and after Manager Zhuang returns to his hometown, you will also need to hire someone to manage the house and such. What do you think of me?"

Lang Jiuchuan was taken aback: "You're asking to be my servant?"

“I don’t want wages. I just need a place for my daughter and me to stay. I’m a decent cook, and I can do things like cleaning and laundry. Consider it my way of repaying the girl for saving my life.”

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her, and Song Niangzi, feeling her gaze, broke out in a cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and said, "I... I actually have ulterior motives. Die'er's health is too weak. I thought that if she were closer to you, Miss, and benefited from your blessings, she would be better off. I... I..."

She spoke haltingly, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head in shame, finally saying, "I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

"You're quite honest." Lang Jiuchuan smiled faintly, looking at her hands and said, "You've always done embroidery. I suppose the Song family wouldn't let you do housework, lest your hands become rough and snag the threads. If you become the housekeeper here, and your hands become rough, how will you do embroidery in the future?"

Madam Song shook her head with a bitter smile: "Although everything that happened to me was due to the inherent evil of human nature, wasn't it also because of my embroidery skills? If I didn't know how to embroider, wouldn't I have avoided receiving that order from the Marquis's mansion and thus avoided meeting Luo Chan? Therefore, I will no longer do embroidery. I can't bear to go through something like this again."

Last night, while she was with her daughter, she thought a lot. Even if Luo Chan had harmed her, if she hadn't known how to do double-sided embroidery and hadn't accepted the Guanyin statue, would this tragedy have been avoided?
The trouble originated with Luo Chan, but she also had her reasons; she no longer wanted to make embroidery.

"Your thinking is off. Some karmic entanglements are unavoidable. They're meant to happen here, or somewhere else. Those destined to meet will meet, and those destined to come will come. It all depends on luck and whether you have the fortune to avoid calamity. So sometimes, the laws of fate are pretty damned." Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "The embroidery skills you possess are the result of countless hours of practice day and night. You've also profited from them and lived a life of comfort because of them. Now that you've suffered misfortune, how can you blame them? Giving up because of a minor setback is, in my opinion, the most foolish thing to do."

Madam Song paused for a moment, staring blankly at her hands.

“Your house collapsed, and it will take time to repair. Stay here for now; I won’t be staying here for the time being,” Lang Jiuchuan said. “But you know what my Wanshi Shop does. The customers here include living people and ghosts. Aren’t you afraid?”

Madam Song shook her head and said, "Living people look scarier than ghosts."

The ghost didn't harm me in the slightest, but the living caused my family to be destroyed and almost wiped out!

"Moreover, I've seen my share of storms with you now, so I'm not surprised by the ghost guest. It's just that I can't do anything for you in these matters. If there's anything I can do, please feel free to ask."

Lang Jiuchuan hummed in response. She looked at the bed; Song Yuedie was awake. "Mother?" A rough, hoarse voice rang out.

Madam Song froze, then turned and strode forward, saying, "Die'er, you're awake?"

The Gu worms in Song Yuedie's body have been removed, but she has been tormented to the point of being emaciated. There are many areas that need to be treated, and she cannot be given any major supplements; she can only be slowly and gently nourished.

Madam Song held her hand, laughing and crying at the same time. When Lang Jiuchuan walked over, she told her daughter that he was the savior who had saved her.

"I know." Song Yuedie looked at Lang Jiuchuan with her big eyes, and despite her sore throat, she tried her best to speak: "Thank you, sister."

Lang Jiuchuan took out a pill and put it in her mouth, saying, "Your throat is injured, so don't talk."

She took Song Yuedie's wrist and felt her pulse, then said to Madam Song, "Her body is quite damaged. I'll prescribe a formula for her. These days, she should drink a calming soup to strengthen her body and replenish her vital energy. She should sleep more and talk less, first to replenish her vital energy, and then slowly nourish her body."

Madam Song was extremely grateful.

Lang Jiuchuan left the mother and daughter alone to talk, and then went to see Zhuang Quanhai, asking him and Song Niangzi to discuss things with her later.

Zhuang Quan Hai set off on the day of the Dragon Raising its Head, saying, "We're leaving now. They're just a widow and her child here; I'm afraid there might be some scoundrels..."

"It's alright, the Ghost General will also live in this house." Lang Jiuchuan sneered, "Anyone who dares to sneak in will only be in trouble."

Zhuang Quan Hai: "!"

Just imagining the scene filled him with terror. Other old houses being haunted might just be rumors, but this place was truly haunted.

Lang Jiuchuan prescribed a good remedy for Song Yuedie. Not long after, Madam Song came out and, upon hearing that Song Yuedie had fallen into a deep sleep again, handed her the remedy: "Take this for now. Since you're staying here, I'll adjust the remedy for you as needed."

Madam Song treasured it dearly and tucked it into her bosom.

Zhuang Quan Hai was somewhat envious. He actually wanted to follow Lang Jiu Chuan, but Lang Jiu Chuan didn't want him.

Lang Jiuchuan then looked at Song Niangzi and asked, "Are we still going outside the city?"

Lady Song looked puzzled.
"Crush his bones and scatter his ashes."

Madam Song's expression hardened slightly, a fierce glint appearing in her eyes, and she said firmly, "Go!"

Luo Chan's peaceful death cannot comfort the spirits of her husband and parents-in-law in heaven, nor can it soothe people's hearts. She is unworthy!