The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 533 The instigator is unforgivable!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. It turned out to be a false alarm. Some people collapsed to the ground, some covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look at the horrific scene, and some completely fainted until the crying continued.

The child in Lang Jiuchuan's arms was greatly frightened, crying so hard he could barely breathe, his little face turning purple, convulsing uncontrollably, and his eyes rolling back.

Infantile convulsions.

Lang Jiuchuan condensed a point of pure spiritual energy in his fingers and pressed it against her brow, his voice as soft as a cloud: "Shh, be good!"

The spiritual energy, carrying a soothing quality, flowed into her mind and then into her meridians and heart. The little baby gradually stopped crying, turning into soft sobs, and soon fell into a deep sleep, her little face streaked with tears.

Wen Yue had regained her senses considerably. Staring blankly at her trembling hands, she murmured, "What am I doing? What have I done? I actually tried to throw her... I..."

She seemed unable to accept her own heinous behavior. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and she suddenly grabbed the pearl and silver hairpin from her hair and stabbed it into her own neck.

Everyone screamed in fright again.

Lang Jiuchuan reacted swiftly, striking down with her hand and numbing her wrist. The force dissipated, and the silver hairpin fell to the ground with a clinking sound. Immediately afterward, she pressed two more pressure points on her.

Wen Yue felt as if her body had lost its support, and she collapsed softly to the ground. Her eyes looked at Lang Jiuchuan with fear, only to be met with a pair of cold, icy eyes, sharp and authoritative.

Her heart felt like it was being gripped by that gaze, making it hard to breathe.

"Xueduo'er, my child..." With her mind blank, Lang Caining stumbled and crawled towards Lang Jiuchuan from the ground.

Her face was deathly pale, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were stained, but she couldn't care less about anything else. All she could think about was the child in Lang Jiuchuan's arms. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she didn't dare to hold her. She called out her daughter's nickname incoherently.

"She's fine, just frightened and asleep." Lang Jiuchuan saw that her hands were trembling so badly that he didn't dare to give her the child. He held the child in one arm and gently patted her forehead with the other: "Calm down, close your eyes, take a deep breath, Xue Duo is perfectly fine."

Lang Caining felt a surge of power enter her body, and her mind immediately relaxed. Thinking of what had just happened, she was filled with lingering fear. She suddenly knelt down at Lang Jiuchuan's feet and burst into tears, as if she wanted to release all the fear and lingering dread.

Everyone silently sobbed and wiped away tears, all still shaken by the experience.

Madam Lu was also weak all over. She pinched her tiger's mouth hard and shouted, "Quickly go and fetch a doctor!"

Someone stumbled and ran out of the hospital.

Madam Lu then looked at Lang Jiuchuan and the child in her arms. Despite the freezing weather, their backs were completely soaked, their clothes clinging to their backs. If Madam Lu hadn't intervened, the child would likely have been crippled or killed.

If the eldest granddaughter of the Duke's mansion were to get into trouble at the Lu family, even if it was Madam Wen who brought the child over, and it was still Wen Yue who did the dirty work, the Duke's mansion would definitely not let it go, and the two families would inevitably develop a rift.

The Lu family is a prestigious clan, and such a tragedy will likely severely damage their reputation.

Good luck!

Having vented her anger, Lang Caining regained her strength. She got up from the ground, took the swaddled baby from Lang Jiuchuan's arms, and looked down at her, saying, "Xueduo'er, my lifeblood... sob sob."

She hugged her child tightly and couldn't help but cry.

Perhaps it was her emotional state, or perhaps it was because she was holding him too tightly, but the child, who was already asleep, began to fidget restlessly and cry softly.

Lang Caining was extremely worried: "Ninth Sister, what's wrong with her?"

“You’re holding him too tightly. Let’s find a room, take off the swaddling clothes, and let me see him,” Lang Jiuchuan said.

"Let's go to the east wing. Aren't you all going to make arrangements?" When Madam Lu heard Lang Caining call out "Ninth Sister," her eyes flashed, and she hurriedly instructed the servants. Then she stepped forward obsequiously and said, "Is this the eldest daughter-in-law's younger sister from her maternal family? And that must be the Ninth Miss of the Marquis's Mansion?" Lang Caining said angrily, "If it weren't for my younger sister from her maternal family, I don't know if my Xue Duo'er would be alive right now. There are so many servants here, yet not a single one is usable. They could control my eldest aunt and almost caused a tragedy."

Madam Lu was somewhat embarrassed, but said sullenly, "The servants in this courtyard all belong to the Duke's mansion, so I can't interfere with the people in my daughter-in-law's courtyard or instruct my in-laws."

This is an attempt to shirk responsibility!

Lang Caining trembled with anger. Was this something a mistress should say? Even if most of the people in this courtyard were from the Duke's Mansion and Wen Yue's family, shouldn't she at least soften her stance after something like this?

She was about to speak again when Lang Jiuchuan stopped her, saying, "Take the child inside; she's the most important." As he spoke, he gave Madam Lu a cold glance.

His cold gaze sent a chill down Madam Lu's spine, and she dared not meet his eyes or utter a sound.

Everyone sprang into action. Some led Lang Caining and the others to the east wing, while others helped the dazed and confused Wen Yue back to her room to change her clothes, and still others went to carry the still unconscious Madam Wen.

When a trusted maidservant of Madam Wen stammered "Young Madam," Lang Caining turned to look at the unconscious Madam Wen, her eyes filled with venom, and completely ignored her.

"If she's dizzy, so be it. She won't die. We can either poke her philtrum with a sharp object." Lang Jiuchuan said coldly, his gaze towards Madam Wen even more icy than his gaze towards Madam Lu.

The instigator deserves no forgiveness!
Everyone sprang into action. Madam Lu instructed her maid, "Quickly go and fetch the young master back; something has happened."

She spoke lightly, but Wen Yue is the daughter-in-law of the Lu family. As her husband, Lu Ruiting cannot shirk responsibility for what she did, otherwise it would tarnish his reputation.

Fortunately, no major disaster has occurred, and the child was unharmed; otherwise, the situation would not have ended well.

Inside the east wing, Lang Caining saw her daughter's face streaked with tears as Lang Jiuchuan carefully examined her hands, feet, and pulse. She felt both heartache and anger, and with nowhere to vent her rage, she tore the handkerchief to shreds.

She was only three months pregnant and suffered such a terrible fate. How innocent she is!

"It's just a fright, nothing serious. But children who are frightened are easily haunted. Here's the amulet for you." Lang Jiuchuan wrapped the child up again, took the amulet, and put it in her swaddling clothes. He then touched his purse, glanced at the child, and thought, "She's too small."

She looked at Lang Caining, her gaze lingering on her chest: "Are you breastfeeding?"

Lang Caining was taken aback, then nodded with a blush: "The wet nurse produced more milk, and I didn't let her stop breastfeeding in order to be closer to her."

Lang Jiuchuan picked up a teacup from the table, cast a purification spell, and handed it to her: "Squeeze in."

Lang Caining: "..."

She didn't dare ask, and could only silently turn around, blushing as she unbuttoned her clothes.

Lang Jiuchuan took off the bone bell, and when Lang Caining handed him the cup, he had the water spirit condense a drop of essence into it and fed it to the child.

Seeing the question in Lang Caining's eyes, he explained, "She's too young, so I won't prescribe any medicine. She'll be fine after drinking this breast milk. I'll also give her the amulet to wear."

"Ninth Sister, thank goodness for you, otherwise Xue Duo'er would definitely..." Lang Caining's tears streamed down her face: "You, my aunt, are truly her benefactor!"

Before Lang Jiuchuan could speak, a commotion arose outside the room. Someone barged in without a care in the world. She looked over coldly, her gaze icy.

　From a hot cold to a cold, and from Baojuan's cough to constantly wrapping wontons in tissues, her energy has been greatly depleted. It's so annoying!
　　(End of this chapter)