The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 297 There is a successor
No matter how much her uncle pressed her, Lang Jiuchuan couldn't name the Marquis of Zhenbei. She didn't trust the current strength of the Marquis of Kaiping's mansion. That's right, as the saying goes, even a broken ship has three pounds of nails. Even if the Marquis of Kaiping's mansion had declined, it wasn't completely useless. But compared to the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion, it was far inferior.

The Marquis of Zhenbei is about to return to preside over his eldest son's wedding. If Uncle Lang finds out that he killed his second brother, no matter how deep his cunning, will he be able to remain calm when facing him?

She didn't have deep feelings for Lang Zhengfan. She was already angry when she learned that he died from insidious witchcraft. How could she pretend to be indifferent to her brother-in-law, Lang Dabo, who shared the same mother?

The death of a son in battle is painful but acceptable, because everyone knows that going to the battlefield means risking one's life, and dying on the battlefield is something that every military family would expect if their son went to war.

But how can I bear to die from evil magic?
Especially since the Marquis of Zhenbei is a man of deep cunning and caution, if he notices anything amiss, he might strike first and target the Marquis of Kaiping's residence.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't want to deal with Zhenbei Hou, and he also had to worry about hurting Yu Ping by hitting a rat.

So Lang Jiuchuan remained unmoved by the sorrowful yet angry and sad look in Uncle Lang's eyes.

"Do you think the Marquis's mansion can't even avenge your father?" Uncle Lang said in a deep voice.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "I will avenge him!"

Uncle Lang was taken aback, looking at the girl who was about to come of age. She was thin and sat on the stool with her back straight. Her pale face did not look like she was joking at all, but rather firm and confident, with a fierce aura around her and a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

The sword is about to be drawn; once it is drawn, blood will surely be drawn.

Uncle Lang's heart stirred, his eyes reddened and became slightly moist, for his second brother had a worthy successor.

He took a deep breath and asked, "This isn't just your problem. Your father is also a member of the Lang family, and he's my second brother. Although the Kaiping Marquis's mansion is declining, some of their connections from the past haven't been completely severed, and there are still quite a few people who can help."

“He died from the Heart-Eating Gu. I know perfectly well who did it, and he couldn’t escape either.” Lang Jiuchuan said, “The arrow wound used to cover it up happened to hit his back. Whether it was a coincidence or someone helped, that’s what I don’t know.”

She stroked the teacup and said, "I will not let any of those who harmed him go unpunished."

It's perfectly normal to seek revenge for wrongs and vengeance.

Uncle Lang was filled with shock and anger; his fingertips trembled slightly. The Heart-Eating Gu—he died from the Gu poison?
No wonder they didn't find anything when they dissected the body; it was poison, and it was in the heart, which they hadn't even seen.

Uncle Lang's tears streamed down his face instantly.

Second brother, how much pain he must have suffered when he was bitten by the Gu worms! No wonder his face was not peaceful at all when he died. How could he be at peace when his heart was being devoured by thousands of worms!

Although he had never seen a Gu, Gu was something that people feared. Being afflicted by Gu was something that ordinary people could hardly guard against or detect. Unless one was a doctor with extremely high medical skills, one could see something. But if it came on so suddenly and violently, how could one tell?

When Lang Jiuchuan said this, he had already imagined the scene. It was likely that when the Heart-Eating Gu was causing harm, everyone thought that his second brother had died because his injuries were too severe.

No one could detect it; it was flawless.

"You bastard!" Uncle Lang was so angry that he smashed another cup!
The servant, who was far from the study, heard the sound of the teacup shattering and knew it was time to replace it again.

Uncle Lang smashed a cup and paced back and forth in the study. Gradually calming down, he turned to look at Lang Jiuchuan: "You asked about your father's personal guards because you suspect they were involved?"

"Betrayal is something that disappears when the benefits are great enough." Lang Jiuchuan tapped his teacup and said, "I just need a list. I can tell whether someone has done evil just by looking at their face."

Knowing who's involved makes things easier; we can eliminate them one by one. Uncle Lang said, "I'll compile a detailed list for you."

He wouldn't argue for those people, after all, people are driven by profit, and some will inevitably succumb to temptation and develop rebellious intentions.

Something flashed through his mind, his body stiffened, his expression changed, and he looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "Is the person you don't want to talk about because he has already been promoted and even has a higher position and more power than our Kaiping Marquis's mansion?"

Lang Jiuchuan looked at him with a deep gaze. Although he didn't speak, his eyes showed no intention of rebuttal.

Uncle Lang's heart sank.

He guessed correctly; it was…

A name flashed through Uncle Lang's mind, and he looked horrified. Could it be him?

He wasn't stupid; he just thought about who benefited the most after Lang Zhengfan's death, and that person would inevitably become a suspect.

Is it Xie Zhenming, the Marquis of Zhenbei?

"Yes or no……"

Lang Jiuchuan put down his teacup and interrupted him, saying, "Give me the list, and don't touch the rest. Just obediently observe your mourning period. If you stir up trouble, you'll only create more problems for me. I don't have time to deal with people while also cleaning up your messes. So, don't do anything rash, just pretend you don't know anything."

Uncle Lang's lips twitched, and he said helplessly, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known. Now that you've told me, how could I possibly pretend I don't know?"

“I’m telling you this so you can be prepared and avoid being too shocked in the future.” Lang Jiuchuan frowned, thought for a moment and then said, “But what you said seems to make sense. I shouldn’t have told you this. I should have killed everyone first.”

Failed.

Uncle Lang: "!"

He stared at Lang Jiuchuan for a long time before saying, "Are you planning to shoulder this responsibility alone?"

"Why not?" Lang Jiuchuan said, "He is my father in this life. If I didn't know, so be it. But now that I know he died unjustly, I naturally won't ignore it. By the way, Madam doesn't know about this. Don't tell her, lest it cause trouble."

Uncle Lang's eyes were filled with complicated emotions, and he didn't know what to say.

In short, I felt both gratified and heartbroken, and also guilty.

If the Marquis of Kaiping's family held significant power and heard of this matter, why would they need a young girl to make such a fuss?
Uncle Lang decided to give his sons more lessons, to make them all stronger and stronger so they could protect the family, and not be as good as a girl.

No, that's not right. No matter how good those other good-for-nothings are, they're still not as good as her. Sigh!
A few children were squatting by the rockery in the garden, secretly eating roasted venison, when they suddenly felt a chill down their backs. Could it be that they had been caught stealing food?
Lang Jiu said that filial piety is in one's heart. They don't eat meat every day, and they only stole it once in a long time.

Oh, if we don't talk about people during the day, then wasn't that Lang Jiu who just walked by?
She even looked this way, and I saw it clearly!
After Lang Jiuchuan left the study, Uncle Lang sat there for a long time until dark before calling his trusted steward Gao Ping with red eyes. He gave him a series of instructions and then went to the ancestral hall.

Uncle Lang looked at his second brother's portrait, lit a stick of incense for him, and then burst into tears.