The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 341 Someone's rushing to their death

When Cui stepped over the threshold of the Ksitigarbha Hall, she stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, Granny Cheng and Mo Lan quickly caught her, otherwise she would have fallen into the heavy door.

Seeing that Cui Shi's face was not good, Granny Cheng whispered to her, "Madam, that layman Fang is obviously a person with bad intentions. You must not take what she said to heart, lest you make yourself uncomfortable."

I wonder what that woman said to my mistress that made her look so bad. I hope she didn't say anything about the young lady in front of her, since Granny Gu said before that she was a bit hostile towards the young lady.

The lady had finally managed to let go of some of her grudges and wanted to get closer to the girl. The mother-daughter relationship seemed to be improving. But what if she were to disrupt things and things went back to the way they were before?
Cui took a deep breath and said, "I know." She paused, then added, "There's no need to tell the young lady about Fang stopping me from speaking."

She wouldn't even address her as a lay Buddhist, but simply as Fang Shi, showing her genuine disgust for Fang Shi.

Regardless of her relationship with Lang Jiuchuan, Fang's attempt to sow discord between the mother and daughter was not out of good intentions, but out of malice!
She wasn't so confused as to be unable to distinguish between a stranger's good intentions and malice.

As for Lang Jiuchuan, Cui closed her eyes, curled her fingers into a fist, her nails digging tightly into her palm, a bitter feeling welling up inside her.

Don't mistake your daughter for someone else; what if she does?
Cui dared not think about it.

She entered the Ksitigarbha Hall. The cold temperature inside made her face paler, but it also cleared her mind.

Cui went straight to the longevity tablet enshrining Lang Zhengfan. The ever-burning lamp was lit by Lang Jiuchuan on the first day of the Lunar New Year. The wick was very short, but the small flame was extremely bright. The flame reflected in the tablet, and the small flame just covered the character "Fan".

There wasn't much oil left in the lamp, and Cui wanted to add some more. The temple monk guarding the hall came over, glanced at it, and said, "This lamp has never had any oil added. Our abbot said there's no need to add any; it won't go out and will burn forever. In fact, this lamp has never gone out."

Cui was startled, her gaze falling back on the ever-burning lamp. Suddenly, she recalled the scene of Lang Jiuchuan lighting the lamp while performing the ritual steps, and her expression became somewhat dazed.

Her abilities were not what she knew, and that's why she felt she was ethereal and distant, and dared not approach her, dared not acknowledge her, and was filled with fear.

but……

"If you don't acknowledge it, Brother Fan, then this lamp won't be accepted either," Cui murmured to the memorial tablet.

The hall was completely silent, with no one responding. Only the lamp flickered slightly, then shone a little brighter.

Although Cui told Lang Jiuchuan not to know, Lang Jiuchuan still found out. Although he didn't know what Fang and Cui had said, he heard that Cui's expression was not good, so it probably wasn't something nice.

It might be targeted at her!

Lang Jiuchuan snorted coldly. She hadn't even done anything to the Fang family yet, and they were already rushing to deliver their heads to her. Well then, she wouldn't be polite!

That night, Lang Jiuchuan quietly arrived at the Zen temple where Fang was staying, and with a little magic, he sent a shockwave into the room.

Nightmares don't prevent people from being haunted by nightmares just because they live in Buddhist holy sites, especially for people like Fang who have committed evil deeds.

She should also put herself in the shoes of those who died because of her and feel their despair and fear.

The nightmare spell cast by Lang Jiuchuan was no ordinary one; he actually used Yin energy to lure a nightmare ghost inside, and the experience would be unforgettable for Fang Shi for the rest of her life.

If you're going to cause trouble, then go big. The next day, before dawn, Lang Jiuchuan opened his eyes from his meditation.

When Jianlan tiptoed in silently, she saw that the girl's clothes and hair were neatly arranged, and even the bedding behind her was tidy. She asked in surprise, "Did you get up early, or did you not sleep all night?"

Lang Jiuchuan laughed and said, "For those who cultivate the Tao, meditation and contemplation are also a form of rest, and it's not unusual for them to stay up all night."

Seeing that she looked energetic and not tired at all, Jianlan immediately believed her. She lifted the clothes she was holding and said, "You should wash and change your clothes. The people in the manor will be here soon."

Today's memorial service for Lang Zhengfan will be attended by the mother and daughter, as well as other descendants of the Marquis of Kaiping who are unable to attend or are ill. This is the same every year. However, it is the first time that Lang Jiuchuan's daughter has participated in such a memorial service, which is somewhat ironic.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't care about these things. He looked at the clothes in Jianlan's hands. They were clothes he had never seen before. They were obviously newly made. The color was purple with gold. They weren't too flashy, but they looked very dignified.

Jianlan unfolded it and said, "The young lady said she wanted to preside over the execution ceremony herself, so Granny Cheng asked me for the young lady's measurements and made it in a hurry."

Lang Jiuchuan was somewhat surprised. The clothes were understated yet dignified, somewhat resembling Taoist robes, but with an added touch of elegance.

She didn't refuse.

The first and last time was when she, as a daughter, paid tribute to Lang Zhengfan, who was perhaps her biological father. It was a solemn occasion, and it was appropriate.

After tidying up, Lang Jiuchuan put on the clothes and even took off her braid, which she usually kept tied up, and tied it into a bun on top of her head, securing it with a purple jade hairpin. The imperial bell still hung at her waist, along with a talisman pen. As she raised her hand, her sleeve slipped down, revealing a string of lustrous, flowing beads.

There was a thin veil over the robe, and as you moved, the cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the robe reflected a bit of gold light, making it appear even more elegant and noble.

Lang Jiuchuan turned around, and Jianlan stared at him, somewhat stunned.

The girl before me was dressed in a dignified dress, with a cool and aloof expression, flawless white skin, and a pair of phoenix eyes as black as obsidian, which were surprisingly bright. Her lips were pink and white, and although she was slender, she had an upright posture. Her seemingly frail body gave people the feeling that she was as unyielding as a pine tree.

What's most captivating is her overall aura—cold and ethereal, like a snow lotus on a cliff, proud and solitary. When her eyes move, those seemingly cold gazes seem to see right through people, making them afraid to look directly at her.

Jianlan felt a chill run down her spine, and her gaze towards Lang Jiuchuan was filled with awe.

"What's wrong?" Lang Jiuchuan raised an eyebrow when he saw Jianlan's nervous expression.

Jianlan said, "When you dress up like this, Miss, you look like a fairy descending to earth. It makes this servant feel awe."

"It is a bit too formal." Lang Jiuchuan spread his arms and said, "Luckily, I only wore it for one day, otherwise wearing it like this on a regular day would be a bit cumbersome."

Granny Gu called out from outside, "It's time to go to the side hall."

Lang Jiuchuan walked out, and when Granny Gu saw her, she stared in disbelief. She quickly bowed and stepped aside, wiping the sweat from her forehead only after Lang Jiuchuan had passed by.

The young lady looked even more dignified than usual in this outfit; who would dare say she wasn't a noble lady from a marquis's family?

(End of this chapter)