The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 532 Desperate Measures Lead to a Close Call
Upon hearing the maid's report, Lang Caining was struck dumb, her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted. She never imagined that her mother-in-law, a lady of a noble family, would take her granddaughter to her daughter's side while her daughter-in-law was away, without even informing her first. How was this any different from the behavior of a thief?
No wonder she wouldn't let me take Xue Duo back to my parents' home; so that's what she was planning!
"How could she, as a grandmother, do this? That's her own granddaughter! How could she... If anything happens to my Xueduo'er, I'll fight her to the death!" Lang Caining said through gritted teeth.

Xueduoer was the nickname she and her husband gave their daughter because the child's skin was as white as snow, and both of them loved to admire snow, so they chose this nickname.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the position of her children's palace and pursed his lips. When he first met her, her Yin Virtue Palace was still radiant and full, glowing with a reddish-yellow light, which was an auspicious sign that her children would be healthy and intelligent and bring her joy.

However, when the servant came to report, the luster of the Yinde Palace had dimmed and was shrouded in a layer of gray. Now, it had a bluish-black aura and its position had shifted and sunken.

If the Children Palace is dark and bluish-black, it is an ominous sign, indicating that the children will soon face disaster, accidents, or the danger of separation or death.

The dark spot is on her right eyelid, which is the daughter's palace. Combined with what Lang Caining just said, Madam Wen, who loves her daughter dearly, made a foolish mistake and secretly took the child away. I'm afraid that her daughter will suddenly fall ill or die unexpectedly in the process.

Lang Jiuchuan's heart sank slightly, and he patted the side of the carriage: "Faster."

An invisible force swept out, and the carriage seemed to have gained its own consciousness. The horses suddenly sped up and disappeared in a flash, yet with remarkable precision, without hitting any pedestrians.

The carriage: I must be seeing things. How come the scenery around me is rushing by so fast?

Lang Caining was startled by Lang Jiuchuan's cold and indifferent aura: "Ninth Sister..."

"It's alright," Lang Jiuchuan said calmly.

Lang Caining's eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. If Ninth Sister said it was alright, then it would definitely be alright.

Don't panic, don't be afraid.

Lang Caining clutched the amulet at her waist and silently chanted Amitabha Buddha. No, Taoists should chant "May the Heavenly Venerable of Boundless Blessings be with you."
The once tranquil courtyard of the Lu residence was now like a bustling marketplace. The piercing cries of infants, the constant attempts by maids and servants to comfort them, and the sharp shouts had turned the courtyard into utter chaos.

Madam Wen never expected that her act of bringing her infant granddaughter to comfort her and help her recover from her madness would backfire. Instead of comforting her, it provoked her, causing her to cling tightly to the baby and accuse everyone of lying to her, and the child of being evil and deserving to be killed. Everyone was terrified.

Madam Wen was desperate and sought any cure for her child's illness, but she never intended to harm her granddaughter. After all, the granddaughter was the legitimate daughter of the Duke's mansion. If anything happened to her, not only would her mother-in-law be furious, but even the Duke, who was usually very accommodating to her, would not treat her well.

"Yue'er, give me the child first, she's crying so hard she's about to choke." Madam Wen pleaded while scolding the servants beside her, "Are you all dead? Bring the child to me now."

Wen Yue's cheeks were flushed, her already loose hair bun had come undone, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were glazed over. She looked like a madwoman who had lost her mind. Upon hearing this, she gripped the swaddling clothes tightly and said, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer. If anyone comes any closer, I'll throw her away."

Upon hearing this, Madam Wen felt dizzy and quickly tried to comfort her gently, "No, no, Yue'er, we won't go over there. Be careful, don't frighten the child. This is your daughter. Look at her carefully, how can you bear to see her suffer?"

"My son?" Wen Yue looked down at the baby crying his heart out in the swaddling clothes. Her face was flushed, and her throat was open. Because she was being held so tightly, her face was turning a little purple.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yue screamed as if she had seen a ghost baby, "No, it's not my child, this isn't my child, give me back my child, this isn't her! This is an evil spirit, an evil spirit! Ahhh!" Madam Lu rushed over surrounded by servants. Upon hearing this, her face turned black, and she shouted angrily, "What are you all standing there for? Take the young mistress down and bring the child back."

Madam Wen's face turned green, and she said, "Mother-in-law, don't upset Yue'er!"

"That's outrageous! If it weren't for your terrible idea, she wouldn't be acting like this, like a madwoman." Madam Lu glared at her, annoyed, and said, "You're quite generous, sending the youngest daughter of the Duke's mansion here. Our Lu family, however, would never take away someone's flesh and blood."

"You, you!" Madam Wen was furious. "Wasn't I just trying to help Yue'er get better as soon as possible? She lost her child, and what did your Lu family do? Where is the son-in-law? Where did he go? My Yue'er is seriously ill, and he doesn't care at all. He's not by her side."

"My son is my life," Madam Lu said sarcastically. "Which man doesn't strive for success outside? My son is a fourth-rank official in the Ministry of Personnel. Doesn't he work in the government office and spend his days indulging in romance with women? My sons in the Lu family study and become officials for the sake of the people of Dadan, not like those good-for-nothing playboys who spend their days playing under women's skirts."

These pointed words stung Madam Wen's heart once again. Wasn't her youngest son a dissolute playboy who spent his days indulging in sensual pleasures?

"you……"

"Stop arguing! Stop arguing! It's hurting my ears! Shut up, and stop crying too!" Wen Yue suddenly screamed angrily.

"Wah!" Startled by her words, the baby in the swaddling clothes cried even more shrilly, its throat trembling and its body twitching slightly.

When Lang Jiuchuan and Lang Caining rushed into the courtyard, they witnessed a scene that horrified them.

Looking haggard and with a frantic gaze, Wen Yue was clutching a swaddled baby tightly, crying and laughing like a madwoman, while those around her tried to calm her down.

But when Wen Yue heard the child's piercing cries, instead of comforting him, she seemed to have a nerve triggered. She suddenly lifted the swaddled baby high and screamed, "You're not my child! My child wouldn't cry like this! I'll make you cry!"

As she spoke, she was about to throw the swaddled baby hard onto the ground!

"No!!!" Lang Caining screamed in agony, her body went limp, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud.

Everyone screamed in fright, and Madam Wen's eyes rolled back as she fainted.

At this critical moment!
A shadowy figure flashed by like a ghost, so fast that it left only a fleeting afterimage.

Lang Jiuchuan appeared beside Wen Yue, his movements swift as lightning. He lightly brushed a pressure point on her wrist with his fingertips, and Wen Yue felt a numbness in her arm as the force dissipated, causing the child to slip from her grasp.

At the same time, Lang Jiuchuan's other hand steadily and gently caught the swaddled baby who was about to fall to the ground, and pulled it firmly into his arms.

(End of this chapter)