The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 295 Father's Revenge, Descendants Take Revenge

On the second day of the second lunar month, the Dragon Raises Its Head, Zhuang Quan Hai's family officially bid farewell to Lang Jiu Chuan and left Beijing to return to their hometown. After Lang Jiu Chuan received all the keys to the shop and the house, he walked around the small house, looked at the layout of the entire courtyard, and got a general idea of ​​what to expect.

She handed the key to Fu Qi and said, "I'll draw up a plan, and then I'll roughly repair this house before I move in and rearrange it. You can keep an eye on it for now."

This place has shops in the front and houses in the back. The people here include both the living and the dead. It needs to be carefully arranged so that the living and the dead can keep to themselves and also absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

"I'll make a paper effigy for you at home for the next two days and won't come over for now. If you need anything, come to the manor to find me, or send a little ghost over," Lang Jiuchuan added.

Fu Qi agreed to each of them.

Lang Jiuchuan then brought Jianlan back to the Marquis's residence. She had been away for several days, and now she was back. Perhaps she was trying to uncover the truth about her past and present life, but upon returning to the Marquis's residence, she felt a strange sense of trepidation, as if she were returning home.

Therefore, she stood outside the Cui family's courtyard without taking a single step inside. She only looked through the courtyard gate at the two tallow trees inside. At this time, the winter snow was gradually melting, and the trees were bare. It was said that Lang Zhengfan planted them when he was young.

This courtyard is where he and Cui Shi lived after they got married.

Lang Jiuchuan stood there motionless for a long time. Jianlan called out softly, "Miss?"

"Go back and wash up first." Lang Jiuchuan returned to his own courtyard.

Jianlan quickly followed, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "Miss, are you planning to move away?"

Lang Jiuchuan turned to look at her.

Jianlan said, "I see that you want to personally arrange the house behind the Wanshi Shop. Now, the study in your courtyard is the place where you spend the most time after you arranged it yourself."

The place she carefully arranged must be extremely beneficial to her, so she stayed there for a long time. If Lang Jiuchuan wasn't planning to move to Wanshipu, he wouldn't have gone to so much trouble, would he?
Lang Jiuchuan chuckled: "You're quite thoughtful. Your face is so gloomy, are you reluctant to part with me?"

Jianlan said, "You've only been back in the manor for less than half a year, and you're already leaving... this..."

Lang Jiuchuan's smile faded slightly, and he said, "Jianlan, the depth of kinship and fortune also matters. I guess I have a rather shallow fortune in this area. As a cultivator, one must have some of the five deficiencies and three lacks, and I am no exception. I guess I have a weak bond with my parents in this life."

Jianlan felt a pang of sadness.

"Distance makes things better, and proximity makes things worse. Perhaps it would be better for me to move away from this mansion," Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, glancing at Qichi Pavilion behind him.

Jianlan sighed.

The maidservant also reported to Madam Cui that Lang Jiuchuan had been standing outside Qichi Pavilion for a long time.

Cui frowned. What was wrong with her now?
Lang Jiuchuan prescribed himself a medicinal bath, prepared the herbs, boiled them, and soaked in the bathtub while thinking about Lang Zhengfan.

The Lang family never doubted the Marquis of Zhenbei, especially since he held a memorial service for Lang Zhengfan every year, putting on a good show and gaining the Lang family's complete trust. As a result, the two families maintained a close relationship.

If she said that Xie Zhenming was the murderer of Lang Zhengfan, would they believe her?

It's difficult because there's no evidence.

The man had been dead for many years and had already turned into a pile of bones. If that wasn't poison, nothing could be found in the bones. Even if it were, she knew the cause of Lang Zhengfan's death. Was she going to dig up his grave to prove it to the Lang family for the sake of so-called evidence?

That's like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary!
Does she need evidence?

No, it's not necessary.

The sorcerer had already given her evidence: Xie Zhenming was her father's killer. Whether the Lang family believed it or not was irrelevant. She was Lang Zhengfan's daughter, and she, as his descendant, would avenge him! Lang Jiuchuan also submerged his head in the water, his mind clear. How should he avenge this? Just like Sheng Huai'an, nothing was more painful than watching everything he possessed crumble and be lost.

Xie Zhenming should also experience what Lang Zhengfan went through when he died.

Gurgling.

Bubbles rose from the bottom of the water.

……

Lang Jiuchuan went to the Cui family's courtyard. Cui looked at her and asked listlessly, "Why have you lost weight? You've been so thin outside..."

She paused, then stopped talking, feeling an awkwardness that she wasn't close enough to talk to her about anything.

Lang Jiuchuan stared at her intently, feeling a mix of emotions. Cui Shi disliked her body and refused to acknowledge her, all because she believed that the original body was not the child she had given birth to. She was insane, possessed by demons, and unwilling to believe that she was blinded by her own illusions.

If everything she thinks is true, then was she really the child who was switched in her past life?

Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Cui asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his gaze. Was the Cui family truly connected by the bond between mother and daughter?

Seeing her silence, Cui felt even more puzzled. After thinking for a moment, she tried to soften her tone and asked, "Has something happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to pay my respects to my grandmother." Lang Jiuchuan stood up, bowed to her, and left.

Madam Cui frowned deeply and instructed Mo Lan to summon Jian Lan for questioning.

After considering it for a moment, Jianlan decided to tell them about the house in Xunxiang Hutong and her speculations.

Lang Jiuchuan probably wants to move out of the Marquis's residence.

Madam Cui sat on the daybed, remaining silent for a long time, staring blankly at the tallow tree outside the south window.

When Lang Jiuchuan went to pay her respects to the old lady, her eldest uncle was also there with her. When he saw her arrive, he nodded.

As usual, he took the old lady's pulse and entertained her with Caiyi until she was tired. Then he and Uncle Lang left together. Lang Jiuchuan followed Uncle Lang and listened to him talk about the Lu family's aftermath.

"Lu Changxue was dismissed from his official post and made a scene demanding a divorce from his wife. The divorce didn't go through, but they did agree to a separation. Madam Lu moved to another residence; after all, she has her precious son studying martial arts in the Xuan Clan to back her up." Uncle Lang's voice was cold. "However, her facade of a hypocrite has been torn off. After all, she made such a big scene; although people didn't say it, it was obvious on their faces. Now she dares not show her face..."

"Uncle, who were the personal guards around my father when he died?"

Uncle Lang was taken aback by the question, his incessant chatter abruptly stopped, and he looked at her with a strange expression. Why did this child suddenly bring up her father's death?

He and Lang Jiuchuan locked eyes. His phoenix eyes were just like his second brother's, dark and bright, but hers were even more clear and pure. When she looked at people, it was as if she could see through all the secrets of their hearts.

At this moment, those eyes were filled with many things, and a ball of fire?

Uncle Lang swallowed hard, patted his chest to calm his racing heart, and asked cautiously, "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

This will give him a heads-up, so he can be mentally prepared. Otherwise, if she opens her mouth about blessing him, it won't be a good thing; he'll be scared away and his efforts will diminish.

Lang Jiuchuan: "..."