The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 530 Ninth Sister is a True Master!

Lang Caining's visit to Cui Shi was not for the sake of visiting, and everyone present noticed it. When her eyes frequently glanced at Lang Jiuchuan, Cui Shi also realized it and coughed twice.

"I'm tired, Jiuchuan. Can you see your third sister out for me?"

Lang Jiuchuan stood up, bowed, and looked at Lang Caining: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

"Ah, oh." Lang Caining stood up, bowed to Cui Shi first, and then followed her out.

Granny Cheng took the gift that Lang Caining had sent and said, "There is a fifty-year-old ginseng."

"The Duke's mansion is large and powerful, but its rules are strict. I heard that Madam Wen is still in charge. She must have something else in mind to bring out this ginseng." Cui glanced at it indifferently and said, "Take it. She keeps looking at Jiu Niang, so she must be in trouble."

"Shall I go and inquire with the First Madam?"

Madam Cui shook her head: "No need. Since I've decided to become a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures, I won't concern myself with these worldly matters. I'm weak and useless, and I can't help you. Besides, she's looking for Jiuchuan, so it's probably about Taoist matters, which I understand even less."

She sighed, "I only hope that Ninth Sister will be safe and well."

The road to Langjiuchuan was fraught with thorns; she couldn't help her, so she could only pray for her.

As they left Qixia Pavilion, Lang Caining hesitantly said to Lang Jiuchuan, "Sister Jiu, we haven't seen each other for over ten years. May I come to your room and ask for a cup of tea?"

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at her, nodded, and led her to his study, where he asked Jianlan to make tea.

Lang Caining looked around at the furnishings of her study. It was simple and the decorations were not expensive, but the landscape painting hanging on the wall looked like it was alive and was very realistic.

Standing in this study, she felt that the tension and fatigue of the past few days had dissipated considerably, and she relaxed completely. She turned her head to look at Lang Jiuchuan again.

She didn't greet me, but stood behind the desk, took out some yellow paper, applied cinnabar, and then a pen that looked extremely extraordinary suddenly appeared in my empty hand, making my heart skip a beat.

Lang Caining silently observed Lang Jiuchuan, and upon looking at him, she subconsciously glanced at her own figure and suddenly felt a little ashamed of herself.

Lang Jiuchuan wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was still quite lovely. Her phoenix eyes were both imposing and clear, and her skin was as white as snow. The young woman was in the prime of her life, and every gesture she made exuded a noble and unapproachable aura.

She's so cool and aloof, and this girl is really pretty!
Could it be that cultivators are born with this kind of temperament? That saintess is an absolute beauty, and also unattainable. She had only glanced at her from afar, but how should she put it, she still thought that the ninth sister in front of her was more beautiful and pleasing to the eye!

Lang Jiuchuan suddenly looked up, startling Lang Caining. She felt embarrassed, as if she had been caught spying, and quickly forced a smile: "Do you still remember me, little sister? When I was little, I held you and fed you sweet drinks. It was at Grandma's place."

Lang Caining was four years older than her. Lang Jiuchuan was mistreated by her birth mother and was raised by the old ancestor. She often went there to visit her poor younger sister, whose father had died early and whose mother did not love her.

Later, Lang Jiuchuan was sent to the estate, and she never saw him again.

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. They've all grown up. She's a wife and mother, managing the household, dealing with endless trivial matters every day, and also taking care of the children. And yet, she still has to endure grievances.

But Ninth Sister cultivated Taoism. Did she have some extraordinary encounter?

Lang Caining had vaguely heard about the Rong family and had asked her mother about it. Her mother was vague and only said that the Rong family was evil and that all righteous people should punish them.

This was her first time meeting Lang Jiuchuan, yet she sighed at how quickly time had passed. Sisters who might have been close in childhood were now estranged, their bond nonexistent. "I don't remember."

“I’m sorry, I was pregnant when my grandfather passed away and was not allowed to come back. I was only allowed to stay at the mansion to observe mourning. Later, some things happened in my husband’s family, and I couldn’t take good care of my pregnancy. I was bedridden and had to stay there. That’s why I never came back and never saw you,” Lang Caining explained.

"It's alright." Lang Jiuchuan slowly folded the dried talisman into a triangle and handed it over: "Amulets for your two children, to ward off evil spirits."

Lang Caining took it with delight: "You know I have two children, oh, did my mother say that?"

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her speechlessly. This third sister, perhaps because she was the eldest daughter of the main branch, had an outstanding appearance. She was also a pampered young lady who had grown up in a loving family. She had a generous and noble demeanor. Perhaps because she was still young, she spoke with a bit of foolish innocence.

This is Jiao Jiao, who has never been beaten, but her innocence is quickly being overshadowed by the troubles she has been through.

Lang Jiuchuan gave her another one: "You should wear this one yourself. You have a lot of bad luck on you. If it accumulates over time, you will not only have bad luck, but you will also get sick, and in severe cases, you may even lose your life."

Lang Caining's smile froze: "!"

She silently accepted the talisman, and miraculously, the moment she held it, she felt much more at ease, as if all the anxiety in her heart had been soothed.

"So Ninth Sister, you really are a master!" Lang Caining murmured.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as the bad luck emanating from her dissipated as if it had encountered its nemesis, and asked, "What do you want with me?"

Lang Caining snapped out of her daze, put the talismans into her purse and belt respectively, looked at Lang Jiuchuan with eager eyes, and when she spoke, her eyes reddened.

"Ninth sister, please help me, don't let my sister be separated from her flesh and blood." As she spoke, she made a move to kneel down.

Lang Jiuchuan frowned, flicked his finger, and Lang Caining could no longer kneel down. She looked at her legs in horror until Lang Jiuchuan pressed her down on the stool, and her legs regained their freedom. She looked at him with fear.

"Get to the point, don't kneel. What do you mean by separation from your family? Aren't your children with you?" Lang Jiuchuan glanced at her face. She had both a son and a daughter, was blessed with good fortune, and had a harmonious marriage. She had a very auspicious appearance.

Tears streamed down Lang Caining's face as she said, "It is now, but I'm afraid it won't be for long. My mother-in-law wants to take my daughter to my husband's older sister's house to raise. She says she's just a little girl, not even a legitimate son, so sending her there won't be a problem. Bah! If she dares to send the Duke's eldest grandson to another family, my father-in-law and great-grandmother will devour her alive!"

She wiped her eyes haphazardly with a handkerchief and said, "So what if she's a little girl? Isn't she my own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy? She's the legitimate daughter, born after I was bedridden until I was almost in labor. She doesn't feel pain, but I do. Why should she be sent to my sister-in-law's place to be raised? Why isn't a daughter a person?"

"Tell the important point!"

"Oh!" Lang Caining choked, sobbing as she said, "My sister-in-law, after almost six years of marriage, finally gave birth to a delicate little girl. But the baby was stuck in the birth canal for too long and was very weak, and died in just one day. She couldn't accept it and kept holding the swaddled baby, saying, 'My son isn't dead, give me back my son!' She went completely crazy. My mother-in-law said she'd send my daughter over to her so she could get better. Isn't that like tearing my heart out and taking my life? Her daughter is a treasure, but I'm just grass, it doesn't matter if I die?"

"You want me to cure her madness?"

"That would be best," Lang Caining sighed. "It's not that I don't sympathize with her or feel sorry for her. If that child were alive, she would have been born with the noble destiny of a phoenix!"

Lang Jiuchuan's brow twitched, and his eyes sharpened. Was he born with the noble destiny of a phoenix?

(End of this chapter)