The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 32: Pretending to be deaf and dumb for more than ten years

Cui suddenly had a heart attack. Lang Jiuchuan was not very nervous at first, but he couldn't help but kept talking.

"You've pissed off your old mother to death, you must be punished by God. Moreover, you're just a person borrowing this body, and you still do this, your merits will be deducted, right?" Jiang Che said coldly.

Deducting merits is absolutely not allowed!

Lang Jiuchuan saw that Cui's face was turning blue and she looked like she was having trouble breathing, so he hurried over. Without saying a word, he picked up Cui's right wrist, pressed her Neiguan acupoint with his thumb, and massaged it from light to heavy. Then he pulled out a "hair" and turned it into a needle, which he inserted into the acupuncture point. The hair needle turned into an invisible force, climbing up from the wrist and directly touching the painful organs.

It was so shocking, how could she control its spiritual consciousness just by saying so?

Cui's heart felt like it was being twisted by an invisible hand, but Lang Jiuchuan's series of actions frightened her so much that she even stopped rubbing her chest and looked at her in astonishment.

"The medicine is here." Jianlan held an exquisite jade bottle in her hand. She pulled out the cork and quickly poured out a pill of heart-saving pill. She held it in a handkerchief and put it to Cui's mouth. Molan, who followed her, handed her warm water for her to drink.

Cui suddenly felt that she was no longer in pain and swallowed the pill consciously.

Lang Jiuchuan had already retreated to the side, frowning, and looked closely at Cui's face, but he couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Once you learn physiognomy, you should only keep your own and your blood relatives away from peeking. If you try to peeke into your fate by force, it will backfire.

She couldn't tell what Cui's lifespan proved, not even their blood relationship.

So what kind of hysteria did Cui have that she couldn't even recognize whether it was her own daughter or not?

Lang Jiuchuan's face was not looking good. She stood there silently. Nanny Cheng saw that she was still being stubborn. She pulled her aside and whispered to her, "Miss Jiu, please go back to the courtyard first and stop saying those angry words. Madam has angina pectoris and being angry is harmful to her health. Alas, we are all family. Why bother?"

Lang Jiuchuan didn't say anything, just nodded to them, turned around and left.

Nanny Cheng felt even more headache upon seeing this. She turned to look at Cui and wanted to say a few words to explain the situation, but Cui spoke first.

"Jianlan, you go and serve." Cui pinched her wrist, looked at Cheng Ma and ordered: "What happened just now must not be spread to others, tell them to keep their mouths shut."

Nanny Cheng quickly agreed.

This naturally could not be spread outside, otherwise the infamy of being disobedient and unfilial, and almost angering her mother to death, would be pinned on Lang Jiuchuan, and she would be drowned by the spit.

"How do you feel? We need to ask the court doctor to come and take your pulse." Nanny Cheng looked worried and said, "If it doesn't work, go back to the Cui family..."

Cui glanced over with a surprised look.

Matron Cheng paused, sighed, and said, "I will help you go in and rest first, and wait for the palace doctor to come and take your pulse, so you can feel more at ease."

Cui nodded, but told Molan: "No need to call the court doctor. He has just been called. I think he is busy in other hospitals. I have nothing to do here."

After the funeral, many people felt unwell. Didn't she also fall ill due to a cold? She couldn't just monopolize the palace doctor and be criticized.

"But you..." Cui stood up, touched her wrist, and said, "It's really okay. It doesn't hurt at all."

I don’t know if it was the effect of the medicine or a psychological effect, but when Lang Jiuchuan grabbed his wrist and rubbed the Neiguan acupoint, the heartache seemed to disappear.

Her mind was clear now, and she remembered that when Lang Jiuchuan rubbed her wrist just now, it seemed as if heat flowed to her heart, which was extremely comfortable.

Leaning on the bed, Nanny Cheng put a cushion behind her waist, and asked Molan to call someone to serve her. She was busy putting a hot water bottle in her quilt, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and then took out the freshly boiled medicine and served it to her.

When Cui smelled the bitter smell of the medicine, her brows furrowed and she felt a little resistant.

Madam Cheng stood in front of him with a dish of preserved fruit, and advised, "Funeral care is tiring in itself, and catching a cold is even more harmful to your health. How can you get better if you don't take the medicine? It's only a month away from the New Year, and you're willing to drink this bitter medicine on New Year's Day?"

Cui took the bowl and drank it in one gulp. Her mouth and heart were bitter. She watched Nanny Cheng pick up a piece of candied fruit with a silver fork and put it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and put it in without thinking.

Matron Cheng looked at her face and said, "Madam, the Ninth Miss has returned home, so there is no point in letting her live alone in the manor, especially since she is almost coming of age. You have been pretending to be deaf and dumb for more than ten years, but you can't pretend forever. She is the only flesh and blood of you and your husband."

Cui said with a gloomy face, "Is it me who didn't let her stay? You saw what she said. She wanted to leave."

Matron Cheng sighed and said, "My dear sister, she is just a child, a girl, who was banished to the manor since she was young because you disliked her. Fourteen years have passed in a flash. If it were you, would you feel resentful?"

She used the term "sister" (jie'er), just like Cui did when she was in the boudoir, which meant she was really trying to persuade her.

Cui's body froze and she pursed her lips.

"I am your wet nurse. You were raised by my milk. Do you still not trust me? When you gave birth, I was there and never missed a thing. And Hongju and the others back then are all the most trustworthy. No one else would dare to do something like a cat replacing a prince. Why do you insist that the girl is not yours? I dare to ask, are you really hysterical because you miss your son-in-law too much?"

Cui's face turned pale, and her lips trembled slightly: "What if you are also wrong?"

"I am the only one who is wrong. Are all of us wrong?" Madam Cheng looked at her and asked, "You insist on saying that she is not your daughter. What is your basis? It was not obvious when she was a child. Now she looks a bit like you when you were young. I am afraid that her temperament is like your son-in-law. No, she is a little bit like you, just as stubborn."

Cui was silent, her fingers touching her wrist, where there seemed to be the residual warmth of Lang Jiuchuan's touch.

So was she really wrong?

Cui closed her eyes, and a vague picture flashed through her mind. A purple-red air filled the room, and a baby's cry resounded through the sky. She tried hard to open her eyes, and someone held a child in his arms for her to see. She saw...

Was it because she was too tired, her eyes were blurry and she saw it wrong, or something else? If it was the former, how could she repay the debt of abandoning her daughter all these years?

Tears dripped down her eyes and onto her wrists. Cui took a deep breath, looked at Nanny Cheng, asked her to listen carefully, and said, "Nurse, go and tell Jianlan to..."

Nanny Cheng listened and her pupils shrank slightly. Is this the basis for her insistence for so many years?
"What if there isn't?"

Cui was silent for a while, hiding the fatigue in her eyes, and said, "If not, then it is God's will. Let's follow their wishes about the adoption."

(End of this chapter)