The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 405 When she gets angry, someone else is bound to suffer!

After returning to the capital to take up his post, Old Master Cui had vaguely heard about the Lang family, but not in detail. When he arrived at the Lang family, he did not see Lang Jiuchuan, who should have been observing mourning, at home. He had doubts in his heart. It was not until Cui fainted that Lang Zhengping hurriedly ordered his servants to go find someone, and he asked a few questions.

Even as his maternal grandfather, Lang Zhengping didn't reveal much about Lang Jiuchuan. It wasn't to prevent Old Cui from snatching him away, but because it concerned Lang Jiuchuan's own privacy. As his uncle, he couldn't tell anyone, not even his in-laws.

Therefore, Old Master Cui only knew that Lang Jiuchuan had some ability, but he did not know the extent of it. However, he was also a cunning old fox who had been in officialdom for a long time and came from a prestigious family. He was good at reading people's expressions and just by looking at Lang Zhengping's attitude towards Lang Jiuchuan, he knew that Lang Jiuchuan was definitely hiding something.

Seeing how much he trusted Lang Jiuchuan, bringing her back to perform acupuncture and treatment without even consulting the imperial physician, he felt even more that Lang Jiuchuan was far more complex than his casual words suggested.

He was stunned by Lang Jiuchuan's aura the moment they met. He seemed to remember that Lang Jiuchuan was only of marriageable age in April, still a child and a girl. How could she have such a fierce aura?

Like a cold-blooded god of death!
Looking back now, it wasn't that he was getting old and his eyesight was failing, but rather that Lang Jiuchuan's temperament was unique—delicate, aloof, and detached. His aura was indescribable, as if keeping people at a distance, yet somehow not at all unpleasant.

Her eyebrows and eyes really resembled those of her deceased son-in-law, so her daughter's suspicions over the years were truly a mistake.

Old Master Cui hunched slightly, his imposing manner somewhat diminished, and said, "These past years have been hard on you. Your mother has always been stubborn and headstrong. I won't defend her for what she did to you; it was her fault. No matter what, she shouldn't have left you to grow up on the estate. But now you and your mother depend on each other for survival. It's always better to resolve some issues than to let them fester. What do you think?"

His voice was neither warm nor cold, neither deliberately flattering nor scolding, as if he were just an ordinary old man giving advice.

Lang Jiuchuan said calmly, "If we're talking about unresolved issues, the old master and madam's issues are probably much deeper, aren't they? I've heard that you two father and daughter don't get along."

Old Master Cui's face darkened.

Lang Jiuchuan continued, “The relationships between people vary in closeness and distance. The bond between mother and daughter is shallow; perhaps that is our fate. So you don’t need to worry about it.” She cupped her hands to the two of them and was about to take her leave when she turned back after stepping out the door. She said, “Your liver is not very good. You should see a royal physician to treat it as soon as possible. Otherwise, once the illness flares up, it will become a serious and incurable disease.”

After she finished speaking, she strode away!

Old Master Cui was so angry that his beard bristled. All his family manners vanished in an instant. Gone was his previous gentleness. His imposing manner rose: "She has always been so arrogant. How exactly did the Lang family raise her?"

Lang Zhengping said sullenly, "My second sister-in-law is still alive. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't go over her to teach her."

Old Master Cui choked, and became even angrier!
This implies that the upbringing of his Cui family was nothing special.

He turned to leave with a flick of his sleeve, but Lang Zhengping quickly followed, saying, "Although Ninth Sister is stubborn and angry, she won't just stand by and watch Second Sister-in-law not make it through. Don't worry."

"I will invite the imperial physician to examine you," said Old Master Cui calmly.

"Then you should also have your pulse checked and your liver examined. If everything is alright, that's great. If something is wrong, it's better to get it treated as soon as possible, right?" Lang Zhengping ignored his eyes, which were bulging like copper bells with anger, and said with a smirk, "You don't know, but Jiu Niang's mouth is somewhat magical, especially when it comes to bad things, it doesn't come true."

Old Master Cui: "!"

No wonder Lang Zhengping could only maintain the status quo. With his simple and foolish appearance, it's only thanks to the blessings of the Lang family's ancestors that he could maintain the status quo.

When Lang Jiuchuan came out of the east wing, she saw Lang Caicheng and Madam Pan. They were both stunned when they saw her, feeling a little embarrassed and awkward. They walked over and said, "Sister Jiu, we've come to take care of Second Aunt."

Lang Jiuchuan was already furious. He glanced at Pan's large pregnant belly and said bluntly, "You're about to give birth, so don't come here and cause trouble. If anything goes wrong and it's bad for the delivery, it'll be a loss. As for taking care of her, she's unconscious, what's there to take care of? Are you more capable, more considerate, and more attentive than the maids and servants? You don't need to do these superficial things. Just take good care of this pregnancy and have a smooth delivery; that's your way of showing filial piety." The couple blushed, their mouths moved as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't get the words out.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't try to comfort them, saying, "Go back. There's nothing you can do now. Once she's better, you'll have plenty of opportunities to shine."

She walked past the two of them and left.

Lang Caicheng whispered, "Is Ninth Sister upset about being adopted? Is she angry with me?"

With one hand supporting her waist and the other touching her large belly, Madam Pan frowned and said, "It shouldn't be like that. I don't think she's that kind of person."

In fact, they weren't qualified to make her angry; she always felt that she wasn't on the same page as the rest of the Lang family.

In fact, Lang Jiuchuan himself didn't know what he was angry about, whether it was because he was disappointed in Cui Shi or something else. In short, he felt irritated by seeing Cui Shi's half-dead state.

When she gets angry, someone else suffers.

The grievance has its source, and the debt has its debtor. The straw that broke Cui's back and also caused her to have to use acupuncture was Xie Zhenming. We have to deal with him.

As night fell, Lang Jiuchuan appeared in the town prison, staring at Gong Qi in disbelief.

Gong Qi said with a dark face, "I was wondering why my eyelids were twitching so much tonight. So it was you. What brings you here?"

What do you think I'm going to do?

Gong Qi frowned and said, "I only managed to get Lingwu out of the Enforcement Hall after I begged the young master. Now, the Marquis of Zhenbei—no, he's lost his title, and this Xie fellow is in prison. They're doomed sooner or later. Just wait and see?"

"Sorry, I can't wait any longer!" Lang Jiuchuan casually brushed his hand away and said, "If you want to fight, you can let me in. So, let's fight?"

Gong Qi stepped aside and said, "I didn't see anything tonight, so you'd better behave yourself. After all, the Surveillance Department isn't under my jurisdiction, and all the Xuan clans are here, each with their own plans."

This makeshift team was formed with the intentions of all the ethnic groups involved.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't say anything and went inside.

Gong Qi watched her retreating figure, stroked his chin, and murmured, "Strange, why does this person seem to have grown even more handsome?"

Lang Jiuchuan used a trick to deceive himself and arrived at the prison where Xie Zhenming was being held without any hindrance. When he saw Xie Zhenming's current appearance, he burst out laughing.

The once mighty Marquis of Zhenbei has now become a homeless dog. Isn't this a clear manifestation of justice?

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Xie Zhenming, who was curled up in a ball like a dead dog, questioning the meaning of life. He was as vicious as a demon from hell. He slowly made a hand seal, drew out wisps of Yin energy, kneaded them into a ball, and offered them to Xie Zhenming.

(End of this chapter)