The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 31: Disobeyed by an Unfilial Daughter

This was the first time that Lang Jiuchuan had set foot in Cui's Qichi Pavilion. With the funeral of the old marquis of the Lang family, the white decorations used in the mansion for funerals were removed and replaced with plain decorations, and her courtyard was no exception.

Because she is a widow, Qichi Pavilion is far away from the main courtyard, to the west of the Marquis's mansion. Although the location is remote, the courtyard is quite large and quiet. It is said that it also has a small martial arts training ground, which was the territory of the former male owner of the second house, Lang Zhengfan.

There are no extra flowers and plants in Qichi Pavilion, but there are two tall Chinese tallow trees planted. Jianlan said that these two Chinese tallow trees are particularly beautiful in autumn, no worse than maple and ginkgo trees, and they were planted by the second master himself when he was young. In autumn, Cui likes to drink tea and appreciate the autumn under the trees the most.

Although there were no other flowers or trees in Qichi Pavilion, Cui loved orchids. One could tell from the names of all her maids after orchids. Therefore, a greenhouse was specially set up in this courtyard to care for her favorite orchids. This was also Cui's only hobby and pastime during her many years of widowhood, besides worshiping Buddha.

It is winter now, and it will be the twelfth lunar month in a few days. The two Chinese tallow trees in Qichi Pavilion have already been weighed down by the accumulated snow, making the courtyard look even more dull.

Deep courtyard.

Perhaps because the owner is quiet, this Qichi Pavilion, like the courtyard in Langjiuchuan, does not have much vitality.

A smell of medicine entered Lang Jiuchuan's nose and drifted out from the small kitchen in the northwest corner, while a faint coughing sound came from the main hall.

Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes and followed Jianlan to the main hall. At the door, a maid about twelve or thirteen years old saw them, hurriedly passed a message inside, and lifted the curtain.

Entering the main hall, warmth hit him in the face. Lang Jiuchuan looked up and saw a Luohan bed placed near the south window. Cui had changed her white mourning clothes into a plain indigo jacket, with a horse-faced skirt with a continuous head-turning pattern. Her low bun was only held up by a white jade hairpin, with no other ornaments.

Perhaps she had just coughed, there was a hint of unhealthy red on her cheeks, and her lips were very pale.

A maid who was wearing the same dark green bodice as Jianlan walked past Lang Jiuchuan holding a spittoon. She stopped, knelt and saluted, and called out "Ninth Miss".

This is Molan, one of the four maids around Cui.

Cui handed the handkerchief she had used to wipe her mouth to Madam Cheng beside her, and then picked up a new handkerchief and held it tightly. Seeing Lang Jiuchuan standing there, she frowned and said, "You don't even know how to bow now?"

Lang Jiuchuan nodded slightly: "Greetings to the Madam."

Mrs.

Cui looked at her and tightened her grip on the handkerchief.

Matron Cheng sighed and said, "Ninth Miss, even if you don't want to call me mother, you can just call me mother."

Lang Jiuchuan snorted, "I remember when I returned home that day, Madam said I was not your daughter, so how could I respectfully address you as mother?"

The faces of the people on the opposite side all changed.

Jiang Che floated out of her spiritual platform, transformed into a kitten-sized body and squatted on her shoulder. He looked at Cui, then sized up Lang Jiuchuan's face and said, "That's not right. You look like mother and daughter. Why doesn't she recognize you? Could it be that she saw at first glance that you're a fake?"

"Shut up!" Lang Jiuchuan scolded it angrily, and then asked Cui: "Madam, why did you call me here?"

Cui was a little angry at first, but as Nanny Cheng's hand gently stroked her back, she suppressed her anger and said, "I didn't say much about how you were in Zhuangzi before, but now you have returned to the Marquis's Mansion, and you will be a 15-year-old next year. You should learn the rules and manners you should know, otherwise you will become someone else's wife in the future and be laughed at by others for having no family education."

Lang Jiuchuan was stunned. What does this mean?
"Ah, if you want to get married, what brave man would be bold enough to marry a she-devil like you..." The voice that was seeking death was automatically silenced by the death contempt that Lang Jiuchuan gave him as he turned his head slightly.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't do anything to him, but replied: "If I get married, don't you have to get married too?"

The general was suddenly startled.

Yes, now they are hermaphrodites, but their bodies are female. If they really get married, they have to enter the bridal chamber, right? In this case, it should be the one being suppressed? No, it is the majestic White Tiger King, mighty and domineering, it should be the one on top.

Lang Jiuchuan was unaware of the beastly thoughts in Jiangze's mind, and said to Cui: "Don't worry. With my body, I can't carry or lift anything. I look short-lived, and I might not even be able to have children. Don't go to someone else's house and be despised."

Getting married, what is getting married?
Not interested in.

"You!" Cui was so angry that she started coughing violently.

Nanny Cheng quickly helped her smooth her back and said to Lang Jiuchuan, "Miss Jiu, please don't say such unlucky words. You will get better if you take care of yourself. Madam has already sent someone to ask the great doctor Fang Cong to treat you."

Cui pursed her lips and said nothing.

Lang Jiuchuan was a little surprised. He looked at Cui and said, "I told you that you can't save this body..."

"Do you really have to go against me like this?" Cui couldn't stand it any longer. She slapped the small table beside her and said angrily, "In your heart, you hate me so much that you don't even care about your own body?"

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her steadily until Cui looked embarrassed, then he said, "You think too much. I don't hate you."

After all, she is not the original owner, so she can't empathize with the original owner as much.

"You're lying." Jiang Che snorted, "You clearly have a grudge."

Lang Jiuchuan replied calmly: "It's not me, it's the remaining will of the original owner."

He sneered, "The dead duck is still stubborn."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Cui and said, "I don't hate you. After all, I have been used to the life of an orphan for so many years. I have never seen you or received your love. I don't miss you, so I can't hate you. Besides, I have lived well in the manor these years. You took me back to be a filial son and grandson. Now that the funeral is done, I will go back to live in the manor tomorrow. I will be out of place in this mansion."

Cui's eyelids twitched.

Madam Cheng stepped forward and said anxiously, "Young lady, it was fine in the past, but now that you are back, how can you go back to live in the manor? You are the only young mistress of our second house."

My young master, when Lang Jiuchuan heard these words, he felt inexplicably complicated.

It seems too late.

"There's no point in both of us hating each other." Lang Jiuchuan said calmly.

Cui said coldly: "You are really rebellious, and your father..."

Her fingertips trembled, and she suddenly closed her mouth, her face showing pain, she covered her chest and gasped heavily.

When Nanny Cheng saw this, she was horrified: "Madam, are you having a heart attack? Jianlan, go get a pill to save your heart. If anyone is outside, please call the palace doctor."

Lang Jiuchuan frowned.

Jiang Che looked like he was watching a play: "If she died, it must be because of your disobedience, an unfilial daughter, that she died, right?"

(End of this chapter)