The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 391 Shut your mouth!
The Marquis of Kaiping's residence.

When Lang Jiuchuan returned to the manor, the news spread throughout the various courtyards. Although the younger generation was jealous and envious that she could still roam freely during the mourning period, no one dared to come up to her and say anything sarcastic. After all, they still vividly remembered her domineering demeanor at Huguo Temple that day.

I heard that the Rong family member surnamed Lu is still being held in the Zhenyu prison of the Supervisory Department. She dares to offend even the Rong family members, let alone these kids who haven't even grown up yet.

She lives outside, and the elders don't say anything. Do they want to overstep their bounds? They shouldn't be so eager to get themselves killed!

Cui had just returned from paying her respects at Shou Kang Hall when she ran into Lang Jiuchuan and paused in her tracks.

Lang Jiuchuan stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Madam."

When she looked up, Cui was slightly taken aback. He looked her up and down and asked dryly, "Are you all better?"

"Ah."

The two were relatively speechless.

Granny Cheng immediately stepped in to liven up the atmosphere, saying with a smile, "Miss, you're all better now? Madam and the Marquis also visited you at Tongtian Pavilion."

“Granny.” Madam Cui frowned.

Granny Cheng pretended not to hear and looked at Lang Jiuchuan, saying, "Although Manager Piao said that the young lady was only recovering from the loss of vital energy, the madam was worried for several days. Now that the young lady is much better, it is truly a blessing from the Bodhisattva. This old servant observes that the young lady's aura is much better than before."

She wasn't lying; she just felt that Lang Jiuchuan was different from before. Although he was thin, the bluish tinge on his face had dissipated.

Is Taoist mental cultivation really that magical?

They didn't know what Lang Jiuchuan had done, but they heard from the Marquis that she knew some Taoist arts and should have some cultivation. They heard that her current coma was because she had lost some vital energy in a battle and had to bear the consequences.

She was doing dangerous things.

But they seemed to have no right to say anything.

Cui knew that the more she knew, the less she could face him normally, and their interactions became somewhat awkward.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at Cui Shi and said indifferently, "Overthinking is bad for your health, Madam. I heard that my uncle is ill, I'm going to see him."

As she spoke, she nodded slightly in greeting and headed towards Lang Zhengping's courtyard.

With a bitter expression, Cui took Cheng's wrist and said, "Let's go back, I'm tired."

Granny Cheng advised, "It's a rare treat for Miss to return to the manor. Although it's wonderful, it has taken a toll on your health. I'll have the kitchen prepare a ginseng soup to help you recover. You and Miss can have dinner together tonight."

After a moment's hesitation, Cui nodded.

Although it was forbidden to eat meat during the mourning period, Pan Shi had occasionally eaten some meat soup after Lang Jiuchuan made some comments about her pregnancy. The grandchildren secretly ate some snacks bought from outside, and the adults turned a blind eye. Moreover, the old lady was in poor health and could not continue to eat vegetarian food.

Furthermore, the grandchildren have been observing a year of mourning, and it has been almost half a year now. People are flexible, but rules are rigid. As long as they are not used as a tool by outsiders, it is fine.

Lang Jiuchuan thought Lang Zhengping was feigning illness because he was afraid of not being able to deal with the Marquis of Zhenbei, but she didn't expect him to be really sick. There was a medicinal smell in the courtyard. She sniffed it and found several herbs used to treat colds.

Inside the house, the voice of Aunt Fan complaining and Lang Zhengping coughing could be heard. Upon hearing that Lang Jiuchuan had arrived, everyone inside stopped talking.

The maid lifted the curtain, and Lang Jiuchuan went in. The smell of medicine mixed with the stuffy, damp odor made her frown.

March is a rainy month, and it has rained quite a bit these past few days. The air has a stuffy, fishy smell, and with the doors and windows tightly closed, the sickly atmosphere inside the house is not dissipating.

Upon seeing her arrive, Madam Fan stood up and said, "Ninth Sister is back." Lang Zhengping's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he became quite lively.

Lang Jiuchuan bowed to her, then looked at Lang Zhengping. Upon looking at him, his already furrowed brows deepened even further.

Lang Zhengping observed a six-month mourning period and remained a vegetarian, which caused him to lose a considerable amount of weight. Although he could not eat meat, the cooks in the Marquis's mansion were skilled enough to provide him with vegetarian soup every day. His condition was not very good, but he was not as listless as he is now.

His cheeks had become much thinner, almost sunken, and a sickly aura covered his entire face, making him look old and listless. He had also grown a lot of white hair at his temples, and his complexion was ashen.

This is no ordinary cold; it's a case of depletion of vital essence.

"How did Uncle get so sick in such a short time?" Lang Jiuchuan frowned, stepped forward, and sat down unceremoniously on the stool where Madam Fan had been sitting, placing two fingers on Madam Fan's wrist.

Lang Zhengping felt a little guilty, his eyes darting around.

Fan snorted: "You've come to the right question. Some people don't sleep at night and go out to catch a cold. Of course they'll get sick from the wind."

Lang Jiuchuan felt Lang Zhengping's pulse, looked at him, and said, "Not only has the wind-evil entered your body, but you've also been drinking alcohol? Phlegm and dampness are obstructing your flow..."

Lang Zhengping coughed again, and Lang Jiuchuan could hear even more from that cough.

“There is an accumulation of phlegm and an imbalance of qi and blood.” Lang Jiuchuan withdrew his hand and said calmly, “It is currently the plum rain season in March, and the humidity is already high. If Uncle does not get rid of the phlegm and dampness and is also burdened by worries, this little cold could be fatal.”

Madam Fan exclaimed in surprise, "It's just a cold, how could it be so serious?"

“Aunt, I don’t need to tell you how many people die from colds. You’ve heard plenty of stories in Wujing. If the medicine isn’t right, a minor cold can easily turn into a serious illness, especially a persistent cough, which can lead to tuberculosis, which is much harder to treat.” Lang Jiuchuan looked at the maid beside him and said, “Bring me the prescription so I can take a look.”

The maidservant quickly brought over the prescriptions written by the doctor. There were two or three prescriptions with different handwriting, indicating that two or three doctors had been consulted.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at Lang Zhengping again, said nothing, but had a maid bring paper and pen, changed a few of the medicinal herbs and dosages according to the prescription, and handed it to her again: "Prepare the medicine according to this prescription and decoct it to send to the Marquis to drink."

The maid took it with both hands and looked at Lang Zhengping and Madam Fan. Lang Zhengping said, "I'll listen to Ninth Miss."

The maid immediately withdrew to prepare the medicine. Lang Jiuchuan then looked at Madam Fan and said, "Please trouble you, Aunt, to help Uncle undress. I'll give him an acupuncture treatment to dispel the cold and dampness, and with the medicine, he'll recover faster."

Lang Zhengping sensed something was wrong and worried that his niece was angry and might use a needle to teach him a lesson.

Seeing that Lang Jiuchuan had already hidden behind the screen with his back to them, Madam Fan blinked and reached out her hand to Lang Zhengping.

"Actually, it's not necessary..." Lang Zhengping laughed awkwardly.

Lang Jiuchuan's voice came from behind the screen: "It's no good to avoid seeking medical treatment. Uncle, you should listen to the doctor. If you delay any longer, your life may be in danger..."

"Stab! I'll stab!"

Shut your mouth about blessing things!
After the clothes were removed, Lang Jiuchuan brought over a row of silver needles, his expression indifferent, and his movements swift.

In an instant, Lang Zhengping's screams echoed from inside the house!

He knew this injection wouldn't be pleasant.

After the acupuncture was finished, the herbal medicine was served. He took a sip, which stained the entire bed, and his face turned as bitter as a bitter gourd.

This medicine probably contains half a pound of Coptis chinensis.
(End of this chapter)