The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 402 The Lang Family is in a Miserable State

The Marquis of Zhenbei suddenly went mad, which terrified all the ministers. What was most insane was that he dared to lay a hand on the Emperor. Fortunately, the Emperor was the true Son of Heaven, with the bloodline of Tantai, and had the dragon aura to suppress him. Otherwise, he would have really succeeded.

Needless to say, whether his affairs are investigated or not, just for the crime of regicide, the Marquis of Zhenbei is doomed, and his entire family will be implicated!
Shen Qinghe walked out of the main hall. The blinding sunlight shone down, and he put up a canopy over his brow, saying, "The sun is out."

Vice Minister He of the Ministry of War walked over, his face pale, and said, "Lord Shen, is the Marquis of Zhenbei's madness a sign from heaven?"

Seeing his pale face, Shen Qinghe put his hand on his shoulder and said meaningfully, "Whether it was fate or human doing, Lord He has survived a calamity."

He remembered that this man had almost become related to the Marquis of Zhenbei through marriage.

If that marriage goes through, it would be even more unjust than Dou E's case.

However, since the Emperor wanted to investigate, Lord He, who was almost related by marriage, also had to go through the proper procedures and cooperate with the investigation.

Lord He then asked, "Have you ever seen a piece of paper that spontaneously combusts without a flame?"

Shen Qinghe raised an eyebrow: "What, you received such a note? Lord He is truly blessed. You must have been protected by a master. You should go back and offer incense to that master."

Lord He and Shen Qinghe exchanged a glance and said nothing more. Sure enough, after becoming colleagues with the Xuan Clan, even someone as strong-willed as Shen Qinghe became somewhat eccentric.

Wow, the saying "one is influenced by one's company" is truly amazing.

However, it is indeed necessary to pay homage to that master.

Lord He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried out of the palace.

Shen Qinghe clicked his tongue, turned his head and saw Zuo Yan. The two nodded slightly and left the palace.

Meanwhile, in a teahouse on the street facing the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, Lang Jiuchuan watched the whole thing through the small paper figure that had quietly landed on Xie Zhenming's robe. He took a sip of tea with satisfaction, then leaned against the window on the second floor, watching the palace guards surround the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion and listening to the cries coming from inside. A smile appeared on his lips.

She believed that everyone's fate was intertwined, and that no one should feel sorry for the people in the mansion.

Jiang Che lazily licked his newly grown white fur and said, "You're a sly devil too. You could have easily defeated him with a single move, but you had to put on such a grand show."

“Isn’t this better than letting him die quietly? Only by confessing his sins can his soul be comforted.” Lang Jiuchuan reached out and grabbed a willow catkin that seemed to have drifted from somewhere, saying, “It’s too easy for him to die. He should suffer more.”

This was the only thing she could do for her father, Lang Zhengfan.

Jiang Che yawned and said, "So, are you satisfied now?"

The play, from its opening to its closing, didn't take many days. Xie Zhenming returned to Beijing in less than ten days before handing himself over to the town prison.

It's so dramatic, like a joke!

The marquis who fell from grace the fastest in history, who had only been a noble for a short time, is about to disappear.

"Not enough." Lang Jiuchuan looked at the Xie family members being roughly dragged out, lowered his eyes, and said, "He should also taste the suffering that my father endured back then."

It's time for Nightmare to change.

Lang Jiuchuan fiddled with the bone bell at his waist and said, "Back at the Wanshi Shop, this bone bell needs to be reforged." ...

Lang Zhengping came out of the palace, stood at the palace gate and let out a loud howl with all his might, then squatted down at the palace gate and wailed, cursing Xie Zhenming as a human being. This attracted the attention of the guards at the palace gate, but when they knew what he was crying about, they tacitly did not go forward to drive him away.

The Lang family is so pitiful. That General Anbei was the Lang family's hope for a resurgence, but he died from evil magic. How unjust!
It is understandable for a general to die on the battlefield, but to die at the hands of his comrades, especially through such underhanded means, is something no soldier can tolerate and is filled with rage and contempt for.

That Marquis of Zhenbei deserves to die ten thousand times over!
Lang Zhengping howled and then his eyes rolled back and he fainted. The servants of the Lang family rushed over in fright, and the guards at the palace gate also ran over to help carry him onto the carriage.

Oh dear, the Lang family is in a terrible state!

As soon as Lang Zhengping got into the carriage, he opened his eyes once the curtain was drawn so that no one else could see him. Of course, he was pretending to be unconscious. The more miserable and wronged his family was, the greater Xie Zhenming's sins would be, and the more angry the emperor would be, and the harsher his punishment would be.

But even with his eyes open, tears kept streaming down his face. Although he already knew what the villain had done, hearing it from his own mouth still caused Lang Zhengping excruciating pain, as if his heart was being torn apart.

His beloved second brother died under such insidious magic; what a tragedy!

When the news from the court reached the Lang family, it was accompanied by a somber atmosphere, curses, and, more importantly, anger.

Who would have thought that the person who had been performing rituals for the Second Master for over a decade was actually the murderer who killed him, using such a terrifying and insidious evil technique as the Heart-Eating Gu? It's true what they say, you can know a person's face but not their heart.

Fortunately, justice prevails, evil deeds will eventually be exposed, and wronged souls will eventually seek justice, rather than the truth remaining buried deep and unknown to anyone.

Inside Qichi Pavilion, Granny Cheng gently persuaded Madam Cui to drink the rice soup.

"Heaven has eyes, and Second Master did not die in vain. You should feel comforted, not demean yourself."

Cui was like a wooden doll, as if she hadn't heard anything. She had lost all her spirit and became emaciated overnight.

“You have to arrange for the Second Master to have an heir. He died unjustly, and he can’t be left without descendants to support him for the next hundred years, can he?” Granny Cheng wiped away her tears and said, “And the young lady, she has done enough. You are abusing your health, and you will only make her suffer more by treating you. She needs to use her internal energy to perform acupuncture, which is extremely mentally taxing. You should at least have some pity for her.”

Cui turned her head blankly and struggled to get up. Mo Lan quickly helped her up, took the rice soup and fed it to her. Granny Cheng immediately went to prepare medicine and brought it up.

At this moment, a maid came to report that the old master of the Cui family had arrived and was being led by Lang Caimeng towards Qichi Pavilion.

Granny Cheng looked at Madam Cui, and seeing her nod, she took her clothes and changed. Without combing her hair, she braided a long braid that hung down in front of her chest. After she was all dressed up, Old Master Cui came in.

The father and daughter had not seen each other for more than ten years, so it was inevitable that they would feel awkward when they met again. When Old Master Cui looked at his daughter, he felt both heartache and anger in his eyes. How did she end up like this?

"Don't worry about Zheng Fan's matter. He will definitely get the justice he deserves. I will discuss with the Marquis how to handle it. You should take good care of yourself."

Madam Cui reached out to Granny Cheng, then shakily got out of bed. Old Master Cui's face darkened when he saw this, and he said, "What are you doing getting out of bed? Hurry up and lie down. Are you still going to argue with me at a time like this?"

Cui ignored him, got out of bed, knelt down in front of him, and said, "Father, this is the first time I have asked you for a favor. If anything happens to me in the future, please take care of Jiuchuan."

She bowed deeply, her forehead touching the ground.

(End of this chapter)