The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 400 Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet
Cui looked at Lang Jiuchuan's eyes, which emitted a chilling dark light, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

She seemed to see Lang Zhengfan blocking their way years ago when she was being harassed by a playboy, his phoenix eyes radiating a chilling aura.

Cui felt a pang of fear and lowered her head to ask, "Did your uncle already know? But he didn't tell me."

She didn't ask Lang Jiuchuan how he learned such a terrible truth. After the child returned to the manor and gradually showed his abilities in front of others, she knew that the child had some extraordinary encounters and was not an ordinary noble lady in the capital.

Madam Cui knew that Lang Jiuchuan was shrouded in mystery, but she dared not ask, for there would be no answer anyway. Seeing that Lang Jiuchuan had no ill intentions towards the people in the mansion and was quite close to the old lady and her eldest uncle, she decided to treat her as that child.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't feel any sense of belonging to the Marquis's mansion, but she believed that Lang Jiuchuan wouldn't deliberately cause trouble because she resented her or the Lang family. She was so eccentric that she would bring up the dead, especially since the dead person was her father. Judging from the fact that she personally lit an eternal lamp for him with that mysterious and devout skill, she respected Lang Zhengfan.

So she must have discovered something to cause what happened today, but she didn't reveal a single thing to me.

Cui felt somewhat saddened. She was clearly the one most qualified to know, yet she was completely ignorant, mistaking a villain for a good one.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Madam has a history of heart disease and should not experience great joy or sorrow. Telling you about this matter might cause a commotion and alert the enemy."

She paused, then said, "Just like now, when Madam first heard about this, didn't she also fall ill with a heart ailment? Actually, this was my fault for not being thorough enough; I should have revealed some details in the next couple of days."

Upon hearing this, Madam Cui felt a pang of sorrow and had no energy left to say anything more. What could she say if she had misjudged people?

She was already exhausted and had a fever. Saying these words had drained her energy. She said, "Go and rest. The nanny and the others are fine."

Lang Jiuchuan stood up and said, "Your mind and spirit have been exhausted this time, and you should not worry any more. I am not good at saying nice things or comforting people. I will only say one thing: cause and effect, retribution is never empty. Just watch what happens to that person."

Cui remained silent.

Just as Lang Jiuchuan was about to leave the bedroom, she stammered, "Who exactly are you?"

Lang Jiuchuan didn't reply, nor did he stop walking.

Granny Cheng stepped forward, her eyes red, and said, "Madam, you really must listen to Miss. She went to great lengths to save you. It is precisely at times like these that you need to take good care of yourself. If you collapse, wouldn't that be a waste of Miss's efforts to save you, and would only cause pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies?"

Cui, however, seemed to have lost all her spirit and said, "Granny, my life has been truly tragic!"

She lay down on the bed, letting the tears flow freely.

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The story about the valiant general being murdered is spreading like wildfire. Many people in Wujing have already matched the real-life figure in the story with the real-life figure and are watching closely. Some bold students have even gathered outside the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, demanding that the Zhenbei Marquis defend himself.

On the third day after the story was circulated, Shen Qinghe, the Director of the Censorate, impeached the Marquis of Zhenbei at the morning court, accusing him of disregarding the law and harboring treacherous intentions. He alleged that the Marquis had used witchcraft to persecute loyal officials in order to eliminate dissidents, and that he even worshipped a witch in his family temple to practice witchcraft, using Consort Qing in the palace to manipulate the imperial physicians with witchcraft, plotting treason. Shen Qinghe further alleged that the Xie family harbored rebellious intentions and deserved to be punished, requesting the Emperor's judgment. The evidence Shen Qinghe presented began with the misfortune suffered by the Song family mother and daughter, and the fact that Song Yuedie, the daughter of the Song family, was infected with a corpse-corroding witchcraft, thus revealing the witch worshipped in the Marquis of Zhenbei's family temple.

That was a complete chain of evidence, which completely revealed that the sorcerer was supported by the Marquis of Zhenbei, and that the witnesses were already in the Zhenbei prison of the Surveillance Department.

The emperor was furious and ordered the Marquis of Zhenbei to appear in court to defend himself.

When the order arrived at the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence, the Marquis of Zhenbei felt as if this monstrous disaster had finally arrived.

These past few days, he has been living in constant fear, all because after that nightmare, whenever he closes his eyes and falls asleep, he is repeatedly struggling in that sea of ​​fire and water, his soul being burned again and again, making him look older and weaker each time he wakes up, with all his energy gone.

He felt his life slipping away, but he was helpless. Even when he secretly summoned the Taoist priest enshrined in the family temple to chant scriptures and draw talismans, it was all in vain. The nightmare that was destined to come would still come.

He could barely feel any resonance with the protective Gu within his body anymore.

Someone wanted him dead, by cutting his flesh with a dull knife!
The person who dealt with him must be someone connected to the Lang family. Otherwise, how could such a secret matter from more than ten years ago have been unearthed, and how could the storybook, which was about Gu worms, be so clear and accurate?

But who?
Could it be Lang Zhengfan's posthumous daughter?
When the Marquis of Zhenbei thought about what had been investigated in the past two days, all the signs pointed to that girl, but she was only fourteen years old. How could she have done such a thing?

But is it really impossible?
The world is vast and full of wonders, and geniuses abound. Lang Zhengfan was a chosen one of heaven, so how could his daughter be an ordinary person?
Seeking justice for one's father and avenging his blood debts is nothing unusual; all one needs is help.

As the Marquis of Zhenbei walked out of his mansion, he glanced back. The vermilion gate stood firm, and the gold-painted plaque of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion was dazzling. But why did he have such a strong feeling that he could never go back?

A cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips, his panic vanished, and he slowly straightened his back, flicking his robe. The purple robe embroidered with an eagle swung gracefully, and a chilling and violent aura spread out from him.

He hasn't lost yet.

Just as the Marquis of Zhenbei was about to get into his carriage, he suddenly turned around and saw a girl holding a white cat standing in the shadows at the entrance of the alley, staring at him intently.

Who is that?
The Marquis of Zhenbei's heart suddenly began to pound rapidly as he stared intently at the slender girl who slowly emerged from the shadows and walked towards him.

That face, those phoenix eyes, that chilling dark light—it seemed familiar, and little by little, it overlapped with the eyes of the person in my dream!
She must be Lang Zhengfan's daughter.

The Marquis of Zhenbei tensed up, his breathing gradually becoming heavier, his hawk-like gaze fixed intently on her.

The distance was less than ten feet when the girl stopped. Her slender hand gently stroked the newly grown white cat in her arms, a chilling smile curving her lips. Her cold voice pierced his ears: "Lang Jiuchuan, daughter of Lang Zhengfan, conveys my late father's greetings to the Marquis. Some debts must be settled!"

Her voice, though not loud, sounded like a thunderous roar of clashing swords and galloping horses, piercing his eardrums and crushing his arrogance to the ground.

(End of this chapter)