The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 36: House Fights Are Everywhere
Lang Jiuchuan recovered from her meditation. A whole night had passed. When the sun was high in the sky, she sat up from the bed and touched her forehead. It was ice-cold.

The backlash from trying to forcefully look at the fate book of this name yesterday had not yet passed, so the center of my forehead felt as cold as ice, and even my back felt cold.

It was an ominous feeling that someone was trying to get her.

Jianlan peeked out from behind the screen, and seeing that she had woken up, she hurried forward to serve her, and said that Nanny Wang, who had been with the old lady last night, had come and said that the old lady wanted to see her.

"Please get me some clothes to change into." Lang Jiuchuan said immediately.

Jianlan agreed and called the two sisters Man and Xiao Man. The three of them were busy getting clothes, bringing water for washing, or preparing breakfast.

The heavy mourning clothes could be taken off and Lang Jiuchuan changed into a blue cotton skirt. As for her black hair, she refused Jianlan's idea of helping her to comb it into a bun and still braided it into a big braid that hung on one side.

"This cotton skirt was made overnight by me and Daman. The embroiderer will come to tailor it for you later. You have to observe mourning for a year, so you can't wear bright colors. Do you have a favorite color?"

Lang Jiuchuan blurted out: "Blue, silver."

After she finished speaking, she was in a daze for a moment. Was it her previous preference?
Jianlan took the Emperor Bell and tied it on her. She couldn't help asking, "What kind of accessory is this? This silk ribbon is too white. Can I make you a green string instead?"

Lang Jiuchuan laughed: "This is the treasure of Taishang, Taibai's mortal enemy."

"what?"

Seeing her confused face, Lang Jiuchuan curled his lips and said without further explanation: "Don't bother making the silk ribbon. This silk ribbon cannot be replaced."

This is a magical weapon.

After breakfast, Lang Jiuchuan took Jianlan to Shoukang Hall, where it was bustling with activity. Upon asking around, they found out that they were persuading the grumpy old lady to have breakfast.

"The ninth young lady has arrived." A maid came inside to report.

As soon as Lang Jiuchuan entered, everyone looked over. There was Fan with her two daughters-in-law, Wu and Pan, her concubine Lang Cailing, her aunt from the third room, Feng and Lang Caiyao, and several male descendants who were after Lang Jiuchuan.

Seeing that Lang Jiuchuan had no intention of bowing, Jianlan reminded him quietly, "Young lady, you have to bow to your elders."

She didn't dare to be the master of Lang Jiuchuan, but she had to remind him of the etiquette. Even if she knew that her master was unhappy, she still had to give him a reminder to avoid giving him a chance to talk about her.

Lang Jiuchuan was not unhappy. He bowed to Mrs. Fan and Mrs. Feng, and also greeted his two sisters-in-law.

Lang Cailing waited with her chin up, but she stared with eyes wide open and didn't see Lang Jiuchuan greet her. She couldn't help but get angry because she was the sister who stood in front of her.

Is this ignoring her?

Just as she was about to get angry, Lang Jiuchuan walked towards the old lady, took the porridge from Wang Mama's hand, and said, "Grandma, it's not good not to eat breakfast."

The old lady squinted her eyes and looked closer at her. She even stretched out her hand to pinch her face and said with a smile, "Ah, I recognize you. You are my good girl."

"Well, do you want to eat it?" Lang Jiuchuan took the spoon and brought the porridge to her mouth.

"Eat, eat." The old lady opened her mouth obediently.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, feeling somewhat relieved, but also a little sour.

Lang Cailing said in a weird tone: "I don't know what kind of magic he used..."

Before he could finish his words, his stepmother Fan glanced at him with a warning look.

Wu smiled and walked forward, picked up a small bun with silver chopsticks and held it with her handkerchief, and fed it to the old lady, saying: "Grandmother must have fed you like this when you were a child. Now it's your turn to serve grandmother. It's really like the crows repaying their parents." Lang Cailing chuckled: "Sister-in-law is right, isn't it like the crows repaying their parents?"

Mrs. Feng took her daughter a step back and shook her head slightly. This unmarried niece of the eldest wife was really spoiled. She spoke without considering the situation and offended two people with just one word.

Obviously, these were nice words, but once she added a mocking tone, the meaning of this crow's return of favor changed.

Who is the Crow?

Everyone knows who was the one who predicted that the old man of the Zhao family had already ascended to heaven. Isn't it implying that Lang Jiuchuan is a real crow with a crow's mouth?

But Lang Cailing was completely unaware of this. It would be fine if she offended Lang Jiuchuan, as the sisters would at most stop interacting with each other. But if she offended her eldest sister-in-law, Wu, when she got married and had to ask her parents for help in some matters, would her sister-in-law take care of her?

How stupid you are.

As soon as she said that, Mrs. Wu's smile froze. She felt annoyed and wanted to explain something to Lang Jiuchuan. However, Lang Jiuchuan seemed to be deaf and didn't hear anything. He just fed the old lady a bowl of porridge and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, as if he didn't take it to heart at all.

She felt a little relieved and took the opportunity to put the silver chopsticks into Lang Jiuchuan's hand. She picked up the plate with the buns and held it for her to pick up the buns. However, she was holding a grudge against Lang Cailing in her heart.

No one responded to Lang Cailing's words. She felt a little awkward standing there. She could only curl her lips, pull her younger brother over, and say, "You also go and serve grandma."

But the ten-year-old Lang Caiyi curled his lips and said, "I won't go. That's what women do... woo woo."

Lang Cailing covered his mouth in horror and looked at his stepmother.

Fan's face darkened. She looked at the nanny beside her and said, "There are too many people in the room, and it's getting noisy. Take Qi Niang and Shiyilang downstairs."

"Yes."

Lang Cailing's face turned purple and she wanted to stay, but under the gaze of her stepmother, she dared not say a word and walked away in shame.

The room became a little quieter.

Feng pushed her daughter, and Lang Caiyao waited for the old lady to finish her breakfast, then took the hot towel prepared by the maid and washed her face and hands.

Lang Jiuchuan stepped aside, looking at the colorful costumes entertaining his parents and the fighting that was everywhere in the mansion, feeling a little bored.

When the old lady went to the bathroom and changed her clothes, she sent everyone away. Only Lang Jiuchuan was left. He pulled her into the inner room mysteriously, took out a brocade bag and stuffed it into her hand.

"This is what my grandmother saved for me. I won't give it to anyone else but you."

Lang Jiuchuan was stunned for a moment, then opened the brocade bag. Inside was a small stack of silver bills, totaling two thousand taels. Sandwiched between the silver bills was a deed paper, which indicated a small house with a shop.

She looked at Nanny Wang: "What is this?"

"The old lady ordered someone to buy it when she was conscious. It was not registered and the government didn't know about it. They said they wanted to keep it for your dowry." Nanny Wang explained, "This small house is not big, with two entrances, but it faces the street and has a shop in front that leads to the back house. The shop has been rented out now, but the lease expires this year. It's up to you, young lady, to renew the lease."

Lang Jiuchuan pursed his lips: "Is it really for me?"

"Not only that, she also picked out some jewelry. She had already told me to do that." Nanny Wang glanced at the old lady and said, "The old lady said that she owed you the most. Even though she has lost her mind, she still misses you in her heart."

Jiang Che's spiritual consciousness suddenly emerged: "Tsk, tsk, you are so moved, aren't you crying?"

(End of this chapter)