The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 325 Son of the Enemy
Lang Zhengping finally understood why Lang Jiuchuan hadn't explicitly stated who was responsible for her father's death; knowing who it was made it impossible to act as if nothing had happened.

He was already facing the son of his enemy, and he almost couldn't suppress the anger in his body. He wanted to kill him without regard for anything else to avenge his brother's death. What if he faced a real enemy in the future?
Can he still control himself?
Lang Zhengping used the excuse of stomach pain to avoid a long meeting with Xie Zejin, the heir of the Marquis of Zhenbei, because he was afraid that if he stayed in the act for too long, he would lose his composure and be exposed, which would ruin his niece's plans.

He eagerly awaited Lang Jiuchuan's return, and upon seeing him, he couldn't contain himself and ran over, saying, "You're finally back! If you hadn't come back, I would have gone out of the manor to find you myself."

Lang Jiuchuan was brought here as soon as he returned to the mansion, which made him realize that Lang Jiuchuan had given special instructions. Seeing his anxious appearance, Lang Jiuchuan couldn't help but sigh, "If I had known, I should have kept it to myself and waited until I had the person down before telling you."

As for information about other enemies, she has the trusted shopkeeper Piao, whom she can always appease by making more good incense. This will provide him with information and support.

The Great Injustice: He's shameless, isn't he!
Lang Zhengping said somewhat sullenly, "Uncle overestimated himself. I was thinking that when that Xie guy comes back, I'll just pretend to be sick. By the way, you know a little about medicine, so you can prescribe some medicine for me and make my act more convincing."

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him; he was truly a ruthless person.

"It's not worth ruining your own life for him," Lang Jiuchuan said. "I'll go and meet Xie Zejin."

"me and you togather."

Lang Jiuchuan raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid of being exposed now?"

"Isn't it because you're here?" Lang Zhengping felt reassured and felt no shame at having to rely on his niece.

Lang Jiuchuan saw that there were blisters on his lips, dark circles under his eyes, and he had lost weight, looking like he hadn't slept well for many days. He said, "You've been worrying about this and haven't been sleeping well. You look like you have liver fire rising and your qi and blood are deficient. If you keep going like this, I won't even need to prescribe any medicine. You'll get sick from all this."

Lang Zhengping walked beside her, touched his face, and said, "If I didn't know, that would be fine. But knowing that there were other secrets behind your father's death, and still being able to eat well and sleep peacefully, am I even human? I only regret that I am powerless and unable to avenge him immediately!"

He laughed to himself.

A man in his fifties or sixties, yet he faces younger generations as if they were his peers, frankly admitting his incompetence and powerlessness—that's him.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "I told you, I will avenge him, you don't need to worry."

"What do you plan to do? He holds military power, and now he's going to marry the Vice Minister of War. Having a relative in the Ministry of War will be a huge advantage for him in future campaigns. At the very least, someone will help him get the military pay and supplies sorted out, so there won't be any delays." Lang Zhengping sighed, "Child, on the battlefield, with these things, the soldiers will work hard. As long as the commander is good, they can win battles and earn military merits. And with military merits, he can continue to climb the ranks."

What is a marquis? He can become a duke, or even a king of a different surname. As long as he is important enough that no one can replace him, he has immense power.

"By the way, the Marquis of Zhenbei also has a daughter who has entered the palace and become Consort Qing. Moreover, she has a prince who is only three years old this year. Since the crown prince has not yet been established, he may well be able to compete for the throne."

The more Lang Zhengping talked, the more he felt that that damned Xie Zhenming was using his second brother as a stepping stone to climb to the heavens.

That heartless bastard doesn't deserve to be in heaven; he should go to hell and be burned by the fires of karma!
Seeing his indignant expression, Lang Jiuchuan said, "I've heard that the struggle for the crown prince position is always bloody and ruthless. He may seem to be surrounded by flowers and brocade, but it could also be a raging fire, making him the target of hatred. So there's no need to feel upset. Besides, now that I know he's burdened with this curse, would I let him continue to climb the ranks? He's dreaming!"

Her voice carried an icy chill, startling Lang Zhengping. He turned to look at her and was somewhat taken aback by the lingering hostility on her face. He hadn't paid close attention earlier because he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, but now, looking at her, he sensed a significant change in her. She was colder than before, like a sword that could no longer be concealed, drawn from its sheath, its sharpness no longer hidden.

This is the second brother's only daughter. If his wife hadn't gone mad back then, and if he had paid more attention, would Lang Jiuchuan have grown up in a different way, like an ordinary noblewoman, instead of becoming an adult so early?

He'll probably be too ashamed to face his younger brother in the future, won't he?

Seeing that he had stopped moving, Lang Jiuchuan turned to look at him and saw tears glistening in his eyes. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Lang Zhengping turned his face away, wiped away his tears, and said guiltily, "At your grandfather's funeral that day, you noticed something was wrong and touched your grandfather's body. I scolded you and berated you at the time. I was shallow and ignorant, I'm sorry."

Lang Jiuchuan was taken aback. Why bring up something from so long ago? She herself hadn't taken it to heart, probably thinking it wasn't important or that she didn't care. Maybe she didn't even consider herself a member of the Lang family.

When you don't care about the other person, you naturally won't care about their attitude.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "It's just human nature."

The dead should be respected. It would be truly bizarre for a son to remain indifferent to someone disturbing his deceased father's body, even if that person is his niece.

Seeing how magnanimous she was, Lang Zhengping felt even more inhuman. He quickly took a few steps, as if he didn't want his niece to see his pathetic state.

In the front courtyard, Lang Zhengping had suddenly feigned illness and fled. Now, Lang Caimeng was accompanying Cui Shi to meet Xie Zejin and discuss the ceremony for the second uncle's Taoist ritual.

When they heard that Lang Zhengping had brought Lang Jiuchuan over, they were all stunned. Didn't he say he had a stomachache?

Xie Zejin stood up and saw Lang Zhengping walk in. A step behind him, a woman whose figure was completely hidden by him also walked in.

Cui was somewhat surprised that Lang Jiuchuan would appear. She felt that there was no need for a young woman like her to meet Xie Zejin, who was not a male relative. However, the two families were old friends and had this kind of relationship. The elders were all there, so it wouldn't hurt to recognize Xie Zejin, her brother.

Lang Zhengping chuckled and said, "Where were we? This is the first time Jiu Niang is going to the Taoist temple to be a filial daughter. She also wants to know how the ceremony goes, so she asked me to bring her here to listen, so that she won't be impolite on the way."

Xie Zejin looked at his smile and felt that something was off. It wasn't as approachable as before, as if he was wearing a fake face, a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes, and it looked particularly fake.

But he didn't pay much attention, only thinking that Uncle Lang was unwell, and that the legendary Ninth Sister had already come out.

The other person looked straight at him. Xie Zejin saw her figure and face clearly and was slightly taken aback. When his eyes met hers, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn it!
(End of this chapter)