The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 484 A Fallen Dog Whose Glory Has Faded
Lang Jiuchuan left the Ren residence and looked back at the doorway. He saw dark clouds slowly dispersing above the house, revealing a hint of blue.

I imagine this dark cloud will soon be gone from this place.

Jiang Che, as always, perched on her shoulder, looking in the direction of the house. Wuyouzi was still inside and hadn't come out, saying that she wanted to stay a little longer.

“Although some traces had been found before, the moment the bloodline appeared was still terrifying. What do you think the head of the Rong family is thinking?” Jiang Che didn’t quite understand human thought processes.

Lang Jiuchuan's gaze was deep: "I don't know. Perhaps the original intention was to give this so-called granddaughter a good place to go, or perhaps it was just in case."

Raising her in the Marquis's mansion as a noblewoman might not be as good as living in the Xuan clan, but it would still be better than living as an ordinary commoner. However, he never expected a mother's persistence, nor did he expect that Cui would be so ruthless and stubborn, always believing in what she saw, and even unable to tolerate the child living in front of her.

So the child was raised on the estate, receiving little warmth from Madam Lang; any other parental care was a luxury.

Jiang Che looked at her: "Her identity is completely confirmed. Now it's just you left." It licked its lips and said, "Even if we find her, she'll probably be nothing but bones."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flickered as he said, "It doesn't matter. As long as my soul remains, even if I were to possess any other living being like you, I would still find the person who harmed me and make them pay for it in blood."

Jiang Che sighed, "Your so-called rebirth feels more like being sent back to the mortal realm to undergo tribulations."

Which rebirth is so bleak and tragic?
Lang Jiuchuan walked out of the long alley, a sentence escaping her lips and carried away by the wind: "Coming here is nothing more than cultivation, even arduous cultivation is still cultivation."

Ren's house.

Wuyouzi sat alone by the lake, weeping silently. Not far away, Sande looked at his head of silver hair with great concern.

On the surface, the master appears decadent and carefree, but deep down he is also lonely. Now that he has learned of the tragedy that befell his beloved and the truth behind the tragic death of his junior sister whom he has never met, he may have already resolved to die.

Sure enough, after walking through every corner of the house, his master said to him, "Return to the clan's territory."

Some people have lived long enough!
San De's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. He just silently pushed his wheelchair forward.

Even if the road ahead is paved with swords, Master will crawl across it; once he's made up his mind, he won't turn back.

Meanwhile, in a secluded and spiritually rich mountain valley, on a cliff, there is a natural Taoist cave. A person sits cross-legged in front of a stone wall inside the cave, which is painted with Taoist talismans, with his hands forming a mudra. Spiritual energy surrounds him, and golden light seems to emerge from within the spiritual energy.

Suddenly, his brow twitched and his chest throbbed with pain, forcing him to open his eyes from his seclusion.

Those eyes were as deep and mysterious as a still pool.

He frowned, stretched out his right hand, and began to calculate with his long, slender fingers. After a moment, his frown deepened, then relaxed. He took out a piece of yellow paper, wrote a sentence inside, and slowly folded it into a paper crane before walking out of the cave.

He gazed at the lingering spiritual energy surrounding the mountains, then with a flick of his dark purple sleeve embroidered with exquisite runes, the paper crane in his hand fluttered and slowly flew down the mountain.

Following the instructions, the paper crane arrived at a palace and landed on a young girl's shoulder, speaking in human language: "Aqing, go back to Wujing and see if there is anything unusual."

Some things seem to have slipped out of his control!

The girl trembled slightly and lowered her long eyelashes: "Yes."

……

The Rong family's territory. Xi Yun woke up from a nightmare, soaking wet as if she had been pulled out of the water, panting heavily, her throat hot and hoarse.

She shakily got out of bed, stumbled to the table, grabbed the teapot and tried to pour water into her mouth, but there wasn't a drop. Furious, she smashed the teapot on the ground and cursed in a hoarse voice, "Where has everyone gone?"

She was confined to her quarters by the head of the family, and everyone was laughing at her. The flattery, prosperity, and power that once filled her courtyard all disappeared. The fawning and sycophancy turned into cold stares and deliberate neglect. Even the servants who were only worthy of being looked down upon by her dared to mock her behind her back, and even outwardly comply but inwardly defy her.

Soon a young maidservant hurried in, and as soon as she bowed in greeting, Xi Yun kicked her to the ground. A shard of teapot pierced her palm, and she screamed in pain.

"Useless! How can you serve me like this? Bring me some tea." Xi Yun cursed her in a rough voice, ignoring the wounds and blood on her hands.

The young maidservant quickly agreed, her lowered eyelids concealing the grievances and hatred in her eyes. She bowed and withdrew. Even a disgraced lady was still a noblewoman, not someone a lowly maidservant like herself could contend with.

The tea was brought by the nanny who usually served Xi Yun. She glanced at Xi Yun's gloomy face, poured the water and handed it to her. Ever since the young master's accident, the madam's mood had become increasingly unpredictable.

Xi Yun gulped down two cups of water and asked, "Is there still someone guarding the young master's courtyard?"

The old woman replied, "There are only a few maids serving you."

Xi Yun froze: "Liu Xiao is gone?"

"I heard that the patriarch transferred him to the Taoist temple to preach."

Daotang is the Rong family's academy, where only talented disciples can learn the five arts of Taoism. Liu Xiao was originally Rong Huanxuan's guardian elder, but now that Rong Huanxuan has been crippled, he has been transferred to Daotang as a preaching elder.

This is not only because Rong Huanxuan has no value and there is no need to waste an elder guarding her, but also because it makes full use of people.

Xi Yun smashed another teacup, angrily saying, "Why doesn't the patriarch punish him? Instead, he transferred him to the Dao Hall. Does he even deserve it? If he hadn't failed in his duties as a guardian elder, how could the young master have ended up like this?"

The old woman thought to herself that it was because the Rong family had very few elders who could be ranked, so they had to continue to win them over.

But she didn't dare say it aloud, and only whispered, "Madam, the head of the family has already issued an order to remove the young master from his position. Everyone in the clan can only call him Miss Xuan."

"What?" Xi Yun trembled all over. Miss Xuan, not even the eldest young lady, this was going to make her Xuan'er feel ashamed and make her feel like she had nowhere to go.

He's so heartless!

"I'm going to see the head of the family!"

"The patriarch is in seclusion and forbids any disturbance. Madam, you should consider your and Miss Xuan's situation. If you anger the patriarch again, I'm afraid..."

Xi Yun exclaimed and paced back and forth, her gaze falling on the bronze mirror on the floor. Looking at the haggard woman in the mirror, with heavy eye bags and even a strand of gray hair at her temples, she suddenly rushed to the mirror, her hands trembling as she touched her face, unable to believe that this was her current face.

The once aloof, elegant, arrogant, and domineering Fourth Madam Rong is no more. This is because her status as the mother of the young master has vanished. Losing the young master is like losing her claws and teeth, turning her into a helpless dog that anyone can bully.

Rong Huanxuan is no longer her pride and glory, but a disgrace!

(End of this chapter)