The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 392 The Show Begins
When someone is being dishonest, give them a strong injection and some good medicine, and they'll behave.

Lang Zhengping, as the eldest uncle, experienced this firsthand. After receiving acupuncture and taking medicine, he broke out in a sweat, and his energy and spirit actually improved. At least the ashen and sickly look on his face dissipated considerably.

Madam Fan was initially worried about Lang Jiuchuan's medical skills, but after seeing how her master seemed to have come back to life after Lang Jiuchuan applied acupuncture and medicine, she was overjoyed and had her eyes opened to Lang Jiuchuan's abilities.

She had heard about Lang Jiuchuan's abilities from Lang Zhengping long ago, but she mostly just listened and thought he was just making things up to flatter his niece. Now that she saw it, she realized that he really did have some skills.

After receiving acupuncture and medication, Lang Zhengping was able to get out of bed. He left his bedroom and sat in the flower hall, talking to Lang Jiuchuan, saying, "You don't really need to be so harsh. It's fine if my illness gets better slowly."

“If we go any slower, it could lead to tuberculosis, which would be a huge loss.” Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, holding his tea. “To risk your health just to avoid a Marquis of Zhenbei is foolish; it will only harm your body and cost you money for medicine.”

Lang Zhengping said sullenly, "I didn't mean to..."

“I already told you, there’s no need to worry about him. I have a plan. Just wait and see.” Lang Jiuchuan glanced over and said, “Once he enters the capital, he will probably be too busy to deal with everything.”

Just as Lang Zhengping was about to ask her some inside information, the steward Gao Ping came to report: "My lord, the young master Xie and the little Qilin from Princess Anyang's family got into a fight in Liuchun Lane over the girl Wanbai from the Jiaofangsi."

"Which Young Master Xie?" Lang Zhengping was taken aback, then belatedly realized what he meant, the lid of his teacup clinking against the cup as he asked, "Xie Zejin?"

“That’s right, he even cracked open the little Qilin’s head,” Gao Ping said excitedly.

"He's crazy!"

Lang Zhengping was shocked and subconsciously looked at Lang Jiuchuan, who was calmly scraping tea leaves with the lid of a teacup, looking completely unsurprised, until she looked up at him and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

Lang Zhengping's heart suddenly stirred with excitement; the real show was about to begin!

The calamity that befell the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion was slowly unfolding, and this was the city gate ceremony to welcome the Marquis of Zhenbei back to the capital.

As the Marquis of Zhenbei's iron cavalry charged into the Dongping Gate of Wujing, dark clouds gathered overhead, and lightning flashed through the clouds. He looked up at the dark clouds, his brows furrowed, and his weathered yet dignified and resolute face tightened.

There was a boom.

A sudden rumble of thunder overhead felt like a heavy hammer blow to the heart, amplifying the unease that had been building up all along, and giving rise to an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

As the iron cavalry entered the city, large raindrops began to fall.

The Marquis of Zhenbei suddenly reined in his steed, turned around, and saw the heavy and sturdy city gate behind him, towering and seemingly impenetrable, like a giant beast staring at him menacingly.

"Lord Marquis?" his trusted guard called out.

Marquis Zhenbei pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Enter the palace to meet the Emperor."

He squeezed the horse's flanks with both legs, and the steed galloped away like an arrow released from a bow.

Jiang Che watched the Marquis of Zhenbei leave, and like lightning, he leaped over rooftops and returned to the Marquis of Kaiping's residence.

Lang Jiuchuan rarely had dinner with Cui Shi. He rinsed his mouth with tea, and they each held a cup of tea and sat down, but remained silent.

Such estrangement between mother and daughter is not unique in the world, but it is still quite tragic.

Even if Lang Jiuchuan knew that he was most likely her child, he couldn't bring himself to be affectionate or intimate with him, nor could he empathize with him. Perhaps those who have entered the Dao are just a bit cold-hearted.

Cui was unsure of what to feel. She traced the pattern on the teacup with her fingertips, and was about to speak when Lang Jiuchuan stood up and put down the teacup, so she closed her mouth again.

"I have something to attend to. Madam, please rest early and avoid strong tea, lest you get too little sleep at night," Lang Jiuchuan said before leaving.

As Cui Shi watched her walk quickly out of the courtyard, something flew towards her arms, too fast to see clearly. Lang Jiuchuan, holding Jiang Che, stroked its dense, bristly fur: "You've grown fur."

He nagged her a little, "Can you please stop bringing this up every time we meet? This whole 'Long Hair' thing is going to never be over, is it?"

"Congratulations on coming back to life," Jiang Che sneered.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Thank you for being a guardian beast."

Jiang Che gave a haughty snort and said, "I was afraid that someone would go crazy when they woke up and found out about the family's troubles, so I went to great lengths."

Lang Jiuchuan didn't say anything, but he remembered it in his heart, and rubbed the back of its neck with two fingers.

Jiang Che squinted its tiger eyes comfortably, almost humming, but when it thought of the raccoon dog in the neighboring mansion that always lay in its master's arms doing the same thing, it immediately widened its amber eyes warily.

It is the White Tiger King's weapon, not some pet cat.

Lang Jiuchuan took it back to his study and asked, "How many men did the Marquis of Zhenbei bring back?"

“I reckon he has about a hundred personal guards, all of them radiating a bloodthirsty aura,” Jiang Che said. “He went straight to the palace to meet the emperor as soon as he entered the city, so he probably doesn’t know what his son has done.”

Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "It's alright. Once we're outside the palace gates, we'll know for sure. It seems Zuo Yan is quite adept at handling things. I wonder if the Marquis of Zhenbei can accept such a grand gesture?"

It's not a big deal that he kept a courtesan in a brothel; the important thing is that this scandal has surfaced just before Xie Shizi's wedding, a slap in the face to his future in-laws. Even more importantly, because of this courtesan, he cracked open the skull of Princess Anyang's grandson—that's the real trouble!

I heard that Princess Anyang is shrewish and protective of her own. Because her son died young, she especially values ​​this precious gem. Now that he has been disfigured, this matter will not be easily forgotten.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes crinkled with amusement. The thought of the Marquis of Zhenbei having to deal with such a mess upon returning to the capital made her want to see his expression for herself.

This is just the beginning!

A series of troubles await him; hopefully, he can handle them!

"What a pity for Miss He. I heard that this musician named Wanbai is pregnant. Prince Xie planned to fake her death, but he didn't expect to run into that madman named Xiao Qilin."

Lang Jiuchuan's smile vanished. He recalled the dignified, elegant, and gentle woman in his mind. He rubbed his fingers together for a while before taking out his brush and ink, grinding the ink, and writing a note: "Go to the He family and deliver a letter to Miss He."

Jiang glanced at the note, which read: "A blessed woman does not enter the home of an unblessed one."

"Interfering in other people's cause and effect is not your style."

Lang Jiuchuan slowly folded the slip of paper, cast a spell on it, and said calmly, "Women have it tough, and the Xie family is doomed to fail. Why let an innocent person suffer along with them?"

At that time, the He family was brightly lit, and the wedding was imminent. It was a great disgrace that the future son-in-law had been exposed to such a scandal.

Just as they were about to discuss it, a gust of wind blew in and extinguished the lights inside the room.

He felt something brush against his hand, something prickly. When he lit the lamp again, he found a wad of paper in his hand. He unfolded the paper, and after reading the words on it, his eyes widened in surprise.

"father!"

"master!"

The He family suddenly cried out in alarm, watching helplessly as the note that had appeared out of thin air in Vice Minister He's hand spontaneously combusted without any fire.

Minister He plopped down in his chair, staring at his hands in shock. After a long while, he looked at his daughter, whose eyes were red and swollen but whose face was resolute, and said, "The Xie family has gone too far. We are announcing the engagement!"