The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 330 If you want to save yourself, clean house.

Officials often bow to each other, which seems quite common in Langjiuchuan. Lord Liang of the Five Cities Garrison did so, and it's the same in Zengjichuan.

Lang Jiuchuan showed no sign of embarrassment or discomfort. He simply turned slightly to the side, returned the greeting, and said, "My lord, there's no need for such formality. It's just a transaction. You came to me for help, and I'm selling my skills. We'll settle the debt for this relief."

Zeng Jichuan chuckled: "Of course, that's indispensable. May I ask what this old man can do for you, young fellow Daoist?"

Before Lang Jiuchuan could reply, Ou Yuanzheng's old instinct to avoid suspicion kicked in, and he said, "The weather is getting warmer, so I'll go find the manager first and ask him for a cup of tea."

Without waiting for their reaction, he tactfully walked out. This was a caution he had developed over the years, which had become an instinctive habit.

Zeng Jichuan didn't think anything of it. As an official, there are always certain constraints. Everyone has their own way of surviving. He was used to it. For imperial physicians like them, the more they knew, the faster they would die.

He looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "I heard that in addition to those material things, Master Xue also gave you a longevity tablet at the academy as a reward?"

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "My body is weak. To live, I need to accumulate more merit to benefit myself. This is what Taoists desire most. With deep merit, one's spiritual power is also sufficient. Of course, mortals also yearn for it. After all, cultivating a body full of merit can bring prosperity to one's family and benefit future generations. Just like adults, being a good official naturally brings a body full of merit."

Zeng Jichuan, flattered, beamed and spoke with righteous indignation, saying, "An official should speak up for the people." He then looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "What method can we use to accumulate this merit for you? Perhaps we can build a shrine for you in your memory..."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes lit up. A shrine for the living, of course, would be good, but she doesn't deserve it.

Zeng Jichuan clearly saw the little girl's eyes light up dramatically when she heard the words "living shrine," but they quickly dimmed, which puzzled him.

"Of course I long for a shrine to live, but I am not worthy. My lord, I have neither made any great contributions to Da Dan nor sought the well-being of the people. How dare I accept such offerings? Even if one were erected, I would feel ashamed to receive it." Lang Jiuchuan shook his head and said, "Some offerings, once excessive, can lead to entrapment and backlash, so there is no need for them. In the future, if I perform great deeds, I believe someone will erect a shrine to live for me."

A hint of admiration flashed in Zeng Jichuan's eyes. At such a young age, he was able to resist temptation; his heart was truly righteous.

"I observe that a horizontal line has suddenly appeared in your wealth palace, and the aura is slightly dark, indicating that the Heavenly Loss star has entered the palace. In other words, you are about to suffer a great financial loss." Lang Jiuchuan said with a slight smile, "As the saying goes, losing money is averting disaster, so you don't need to be upset about it. This money will eventually be returned to you in another way. In addition, you can spend no less than a thousand taels of silver to donate to the orphanage or something. As for my commission, you can give me whatever you want."

Zeng Jichuan: "..."

This is like giving him another divination, right? So, how much of this "casualness" is actually "casualness"?

Zeng Jichuan wanted to ask, but seeing Lang Jiuchuan's expression that said he had finished speaking and could leave, he kept quiet.

When he left the pawn shop and returned to his residence, he was told that the famous painting and calligraphy that he had bought at the pawn shop for ten thousand taels of silver was, after authentication, a copy, that is, a fake.

Zeng Jichuan was stunned. He had lost a fortune, but his prediction had come true! His eldest son was about to send someone to settle accounts with the pawnshop, but Zeng Jichuan stopped him, saying there was no need to go through that trouble. He should just consider it a peace coin to buy his improved eye condition.

Only then did everyone belatedly realize that his pterygium had truly been cured. They immediately put aside the fact that they had been deceived and happily said they would go to the temple to pray to the gods. After all, the old man was still young and the pillar of the Zeng family. As long as nothing went wrong, he would continue to hold a high position in the court, and the Zeng family's wealth and prosperity would last for at least another generation.

However, Zeng Jichuan stopped him from doing so.

If you're going to worship someone, you should worship the all-knowing woman at the all-knowing shop, since she's the one who cured his eye disease!
If the old man won't agree or worship the gods, then let's do some good deeds, like distributing porridge, building bridges and roads, etc. They can do all that; they're not short of money.

So the Zeng family stewards got busy. When Lang Jiuchuan felt the merit fall into his spirit platform, they were all quite moved. It was really good to have money. As a result, the reputation of the Wanshi Shop spread, and more and more people came to ask for divination and relief from their worries. But that's another story.

At that time, Lang Jiuchuan was stopped by Ou Yuanzheng and hesitantly asked her to analyze the birth charts of two people.

"Has Your Excellency already had someone look at it?" Lang Jiuchuan took the two birth dates and said, "Actually, you should have some idea in mind, but you just don't dare to believe it completely."

Professor Ou's heart skipped a beat. He said, "What you say, young friend, is truly absurd. My Ou family has practiced medicine for generations. We dare not call ourselves a family of divine physicians with both virtue and skill, but we certainly deserve the title of a family dedicated to helping the world. To fall from grace like this..."

"Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. You should have known this since you entered the Imperial Hospital from the Ou family. Wealth and crisis have always coexisted. As for whether you will fall overnight, at your age, haven't you seen enough cases of families being wiped out because they chose the wrong side?" Lang Jiuchuan said, "Therefore, no family is immortal. It all depends on its fate. Once its fate is about to end, it will be close to its misfortune or disappearance from the river of history."

Professor Ou's face turned slightly pale.

Lang Jiuchuan said no more. She took the birth chart and looked at the one on the table first. With just one glance, she could tell that it belonged to the son of the Imperial Physician Ou. She made a slight calculation with one hand and rehearsed in her mind that the birth chart was neither good nor bad. If he kept to his lot, he could live a wealthy and leisurely life.

She turned to the second page and glanced at Professor Ou again; it was his grandson's.

Lang Jiuchuan placed the eight characters on the table and began to calculate with his fingers. After a short while, his fingertips paused, and he said, "Your Excellency, this grandson of yours is nearly thirty years old. Why is he still unmarried?"

When Dr. Ou questioned whether her skills had declined significantly, he was not surprised to hear this. Instead, he felt that it was only natural and nodded, saying, "This child was also predicted by a fortune teller to be unsuitable for early marriage. However, he is focused on studying medicine and studies diligently in the Imperial Hospital every day. He is very hardworking and does not care much about marriage."

Lang Jiuchuan smiled and said, "Not necessarily. I don't see any reason why this person's fate is unsuitable for early marriage. Besides, isn't he deeply in love with someone but unable to get the love he desires?"

what?
Professor Ou was suddenly startled. Was such a thing possible?
Lang Jiuchuan lowered her eyes and continued to calculate for you with her fingers. The deeper she calculated, the tighter her brows became, and her face turned a little pale, as if she had seen something bad that disgusted her.

She suddenly stopped calculating, raised her eyes and said, "If the Dean wants to save himself and his family from this calamity, he must be ruthless and clean house!"

Thank you so much for pointing out the errors! My eyesight isn't great, and I still missed some mistakes during my self-check!