The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 54: If you can go crazy, then don't beep
The Daughter Village was in Tongcheng, a hundred miles away. Lang Jiuchuan and Shen Qinghe set out from Wujing, and it would take them the next day to arrive. After all, she was weak and it was difficult to drive fast, for fear that she would be hurt.

Lang Jiuchuan did not return home all night, and the Lang family was in a state of panic.

Cui felt that her illness was getting worse.

When the other two families found out, they more or less secretly complained that Langjiu had been allowed to grow wild on the farm. He was just like a wild horse, wild and hard to tame.

"My grandfather's funeral has just been completed, and everyone is staying in the house to observe mourning. She said she won't go back home, and she won't go back. That's too presumptuous of her." Lang Cailing had no one to talk to, so she could only go to Lang Caiyao's yard to complain.

Lang Caiyao painted a picture with a hint of annoyance between her brows, and said, "Didn't the nanny beside Madam Shen say that she wanted to worship Buddha together in the temple and pray for grandfather and grandmother?"

"You believe it just because I tell you so?" Lang Cailing curled her lips and said, "How could she possibly know Madam Shen? She has been living on the farm all this time. When she came back, she said she would worship Buddha with her. Only a fool would believe it."

Lang Caiyao put down the wolf-hair brush in her hand, washed her hands in a large porcelain bowl beside her, looked at her and said, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Whatever she does, Madam Shen will back her up."

Lang Cailing choked and said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "No, whose side are you on? Speak for her."

"Seventh sister, we are all sisters from the same family, how can we take sides? She is worshipping Buddha, which is better than anything else." Lang Caiyao said calmly: "She is the ninth daughter of the Lang family who has returned to the mansion. You and I are sisters, and we are daughters of the Lang family. If she has a bad reputation, how can you and I live well? She is in poor health, and we can still take care of her for a few more years, but you and I have already reached the age of marriage, and when we go out of filial piety, arrange marriages, and get married, we must be ahead of her. So, no matter whether she is heretic or not, don't say that she is wrong. It will not benefit you and me."

There was one more thing she didn't say. If the third branch split up and the second branch only had Lang Jiuchuan as its only daughter, she could still marry into the family. Her choice would be much better than theirs.

Lang Cailing's face changed, she opened her mouth and muttered, "I'm not talking to you here, not outside, I'm just curious."

Lang Caiyao picked up the pattern she had just drawn, held it up and blew on it, saying in a light voice: "Curiosity kills the cat. After getting married, the sisters each have their own husband's family. How can they be together like when they were still in the boudoir?"

No matter how good or close sisters are, once they get married, they become two families and are relatives from then on. If the family tradition is more strict, it may be difficult for them to even meet. For example, my eldest sister has been married and lived far away for several years. Apart from correspondence, how have we ever seen each other?

My second sister is married in Wujing, so I can only see her during the holidays or at some flower banquets and tea parties. How can I possibly see her every day at home?
Therefore, there is no need to be more defensive or friendly towards Lang Jiuchuan. Sisters will always separate. If the relationship is good, they may keep in touch often. If the relationship is not good, haha, it's just a face-saving thing.

Lang Cailing stared at her with wide eyes, and said uncomfortably: "Why do you talk about getting married so openly?"

Lang Caiyao glanced at her and sneered: "At our age, you don't think we can stay for a few more years, do you?"

She was already a grown-up girl of fifteen or sixteen, and logically should have been engaged and married. However, the marriage had quite a few twists and turns. She had dated three men, and found something wrong with all of them. Either they had a mistress, or they had some hidden illness, or they were just hypocritical. Lang Cailing simply thought that she was a daughter of a marquis's family, so she was too picky.

Women in Dadan country generally get married at a later age. Many get engaged at the age of fourteen or fifteen, or get married at seventeen or eighteen. Among farmers, some get married at nineteen or twenty in order to ensure that they are the main labor force in the family.

Even the married girls of the Lang family got married at the age of seventeen.

But she won’t be over 20, otherwise people will call her an old maid and she will lose value.

Lang Cailing held her cheeks with both hands, looked at her new tricks, her eyes were empty, and said, "I don't know who she will talk about."

Lang Caiyao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was no longer obsessed with talking about Lang Jiuchuan.

……

Lang Jiuchuan, who was considered a rebellious person by her sisters, got off the carriage with the help of a strong maid. Her oversized cloak dragged on the ground, and a circle of fluffy fox fur wrapped around her neck made her face look smaller. The ill-fitting cloak made her look even thinner and weaker. This was Madam Shen's cloak. Seeing that she only wore a thin cloak when she went out, and had no maid with her, she not only gave her the cloak, but also ordered a strong maid to follow her.

Shen Qinghe, who was also wearing a cloak, looked over and frowned, "We still have to climb up to the Daughter Village. The mountain road is uneven. Do you want the maid to carry you up?"

Her body looks really weak, and it's difficult for her to walk on the mountain road. I'm afraid she might fall, and I won't be able to explain to the Lang family.

I don't know how the Lang family does things. Although he brought her out, she is a young lady from a marquis's mansion, but she doesn't even have a personal maid to serve her. It's too careless.

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head and said, "No need, my Lord, just protect yourself. Let's solve this matter as soon as possible."

It’s easier to collect money after the problem is solved.

Shen Qinghe's body stiffened slightly, and he followed her gaze, looking slightly downward. He raised his hand slightly, wanting to press it on his chest, but then put it down.

Proud.

She said that what she wanted was her own pride.

It sounded very mysterious, and he didn't know how to show his pride. Should he cut it open, chop it off and present it to him with both hands?

But she said it didn't have to be so bloody, as long as he agreed, she could take it away.

Losing a piece of his pride wouldn't cost him his life, but it would make him feel a dull pain in his chest from that point on, and would also make him very susceptible to empathy?

He didn't quite understand what it meant to be extremely empathetic, but soon after that, he, a grown man who bleeds but doesn't cry, burst into tears and he understood!

Shen Qinghe looked at the mountain in front of him. He had been here twice before, but for the first time, he felt that the mountain was like a vicious beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to approach.

The mountain temple on the mountain was a little restless, and thick blood energy was swirling around the temple, forming a small whirlwind.

A slight scream was heard from inside, and soon the room returned to calm, except that the dark red, almost black, blood energy became thicker.

Lang Jiuchuan seemed to sense something. He raised his head and looked at the snow-capped mountain. Disgust flashed in his eyes. It was such a disgusting smell that even the green mountain was crying out of disgust.

"Big cat, get up and get to work. Go explore the way ahead."

The cat that is curled up in its spirit platform and pretending to be dead will not move at all. Is it really a cat? It will do whatever its owner tells it to do. Doesn’t it have any dignity?

Lang Jiuchuan sneered, are you pretending to be dead?
Without saying a word, she suddenly moved her mental power, causing her entire soul to squeeze the spirit platform, as if she was going to force the enemy out, even though her soul was trembling due to the contract.

If you can get mad, then stop talking. Let's just go our separate ways and stop playing!
The tiger's body was deformed by the pressure, and he was so angry that he grabbed the tiger's whiskers and shouted, "Stop it, you lunatic, can't I go?"

(End of this chapter)