The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 360 You want me to save this thing too?

Lang Jiuchuan prescribed a remedy to relieve Bai's symptoms and calm her nerves, and also left her a protective talisman, since the curse couldn't be broken in a short time and he could only protect her heart meridian for now.

After getting the prescription, she followed Zuo Yan to the Bai residence. The one who tied the knot must untie it; if there really was something going on at the Bai residence, then the only way to save Bai's life was to start there.

Otherwise, she might bribe the ghost messenger once, but she wouldn't bribe him a second time. As for why she failed to save anyone, what did that have to do with her? It was all fate. She was just a Taoist priest; it wasn't like she could just stay alive as she pleased!

Of course, there's still some hope, so let's go take a look.

Unlike Lang Jiuchuan, Zuo Yan was not at ease. Instead, he looked worried and spoke to her through the carriage window while sitting on his horse: "If this curse cannot be broken, will my wife die?"

Lang Jiuchuan said bluntly, "She's already on the verge of death."

Zuo Yan's face darkened. "Is there no other way to remove the curse?" he asked.

"Yes, it is possible to forcibly break this curse, but during the process, she might not be able to withstand the clash between the magic and the curse, and her meridians might rupture, causing her death, especially given her weakened state. The possibility is 99%," Lang Jiuchuan said. "Furthermore, breaking the curse requires the sorcerer to have sufficient cultivation; otherwise, the sorcerer themselves could lose their life. Most importantly, such curses are usually planted by the caster sacrificing their own blood and soul. Forcibly breaking it is like fighting against the heavens, and the sorcerer will suffer from various calamities and deficiencies; the karmic consequences might be unbearable. Therefore, the key question is whether anyone is willing to use their own cultivation and spiritual energy to break the curse for your wife!"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Yan looked longingly at Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Don't look at me like that. Whether or not I can get things done for you when you come to Wanshipu, you'll have to pay me the fee for my involvement. As for whether this curse can be lifted, I can't say right now; we'll have to see what it is."

"Why? This is a harmful curse; shouldn't it be eradicated?"

Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "There is no effect without a cause."

Zuo Yan Yi Mo.

As they were talking, the carriage arrived at the Bai residence. Lang Jiuchuan got off the carriage and followed Zuo Yan to the east corner gate, where someone was already waiting to lead them inside.

Upon entering the Bai residence, Lang Jiuchuan smelled a faint scent of blood on the wind. Following the direction of the wind, he saw two servants carrying a bamboo frame towards the west gate. A person was wrapped in a mat on the frame, and as they moved, an arm was exposed, dripping blood.

A faint sobbing followed, belonging to an old woman with disheveled white hair and one shoe missing. Her eyes were lifeless as she followed the people carrying the corpse, calling out "Ying'er."

Lang Jiuchuan watched indifferently as the person disappeared.

Zuo Yan turned his head to follow her gaze, frowned, and then quickly relaxed his brow.

Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his gaze and, seeing Zuo Yan's expression, said, "The residence of the former Director of the Imperial Academy is considered a scholarly family. How could they beat and kill their servants? Is this something the young master is used to?"

Judging from the clothes on that hand, they weren't much different from those of the maids in this mansion, and it was just casually rolled up in a mat, so it must have been a maid.

Zuo Yan was very perceptive; when he heard her tone turn colder, his heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go." Lang Jiuchuan didn't say anything more and walked forward.

For some reason, Zuo Yan felt that the slender girl in front of him had a fierce aura about her.

The person in charge didn't know why this young master Sun hadn't brought Physician Zhang, but instead brought a little girl. He glanced at her a few times but didn't dare to ask any questions because the girl's expression was very cold.

Zuo Yan asked the steward, "Steward Zheng, how could Xiao Song suddenly fall ill? What happened?"

Steward Zheng stiffened slightly, glanced at Lang Jiuchuan, and stammered, "Your Highness will know when you get there." Zuo Yan sensed that he was hiding something, and his heart sank. Could it be something bad?

Upon arriving at Bai Jingsong's courtyard, they heard a shrill cry, a heart-wrenching wail, as the person cursed which maidservant was a vile wretch while ordering someone to fetch a doctor, creating a deafening commotion.

Zuo Yan recognized the voice as that of Bai Ning's second aunt, Madam Ma. Soon after, he heard the old lady of the Bai family scolding him.

The situation is not good.

When the servant saw him, he announced his arrival and lifted the curtain. Someone came out to greet him. It was an old man with gray hair and a white beard. When he saw him, his old eyes lit up, but when he saw that there was no one behind him, he frowned.

"Teacher." Zuo Yan bowed to the old man. This was Bai Kuanglin, the former director of the Imperial Academy, who was also his teacher. So even though he had married Bai, he was used to calling him teacher.

Old Master Bai didn't care about his form of address and said, "You couldn't invite Chief Physician Zhang?"

After Professor Ou passed away, Zhang Tang became the professor.

People forget you when you're gone. He was the former director of the Imperial Medical Academy, but now he can't even get a mere Imperial Physician to help him. He doesn't have that much influence anymore.

"I've already sent someone to fetch him; he should be on the way back. Don't worry, what's wrong with Xiao Song?" Zuo Yan stepped forward to support him.

Old Master Bai looked ashamed and said, "What a misfortune for our family!" He seemed ashamed to say it and asked, "How is Ning'er? She is also seriously ill. I shouldn't have called you here at this time, but... sigh."

He looked dejected, as if he had thought of something unfortunate, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. But he quickly regained his composure and saw Lang Jiuchuan standing to the side: "And who is this?"

Zuo Yan quickly explained, "This is the doctor I invited for Ning'er. Actually, she is a Taoist priest from the Xuanmen sect, with the Taoist name Qingyi Sanren. She also knows medicine. Why don't we let her take a look at Xiaosong's illness?"

Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his gaze from the inner chamber and looked at Elder Bai, his expression somewhat indifferent, only nodding slightly.

However, Elder Bai's expression changed: "This, this is probably not appropriate."

Zuo Yan was stunned. What did this mean?
Suddenly, angry curses came from inside. Old Master Bai looked impatient and had no choice but to go over and say, "Madam Ma, stop making a scene. Chief Physician Zhang will be here soon."

"Father, Song'er has had a seizure."

what?
Lord Bai hurriedly went inside, and Zuo Yan quickly followed. Lang Jiuchuan, thinking of the eerie aura emanating from inside, also followed, only peeking into the inner chamber from the doorway.

The room was in a mess. A doctor-like man was frantically sticking needles into the bed, while the person on the bed was convulsing.

A woman was crying with red eyes, while at the head of the bed, an old woman with gray hair was pressing a string of Buddhist prayer beads against the head of the bed, urgently calling his name.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the dazed, floating figure at the foot of the bed, then at the man on the bed, and looked away, his face as cold as ice. What bad luck!

Zuo Yan also saw his brother-in-law's condition, his face darkened, he went over and pressed his pressure point to knock him unconscious, pulled the blanket over him, then walked up to Lang Jiuchuan and opened his mouth.

Lang Jiuchuan took two steps back, looking utterly disgusted, and said, "Young Master, although I cultivate in the mortal world, I am still a virgin. You expect me to save this thing?"

(End of this chapter)