The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 41: The Lang Family Seems to Have a Crow Mouth
This person was cursed for no reason. Anyone would be unhappy, and Shen Qinghe is no exception.

Recently he is investigating a difficult case. His men are either dead or seriously injured, or at least sick. It is so strange that now his men are reluctant to investigate the case when they hear about it.

But as for Shen Qinghe, the more difficult it was, the more he would face it head-on, even if it meant getting a bloody head.

As a result, they found some clues. Their son Shen Peng was somehow possessed by an evil spirit and his energy was constantly being lost. They thought he was fooling around outside, so they detained him at home. But the fact was that he was still losing energy. They invited the imperial physician and also secretly invited a fortune teller. In the end, they could not resist his wife's crying and sent him to Ci'en Temple for recuperation.

But resting did not make the child better. He was still withering, but in this empty temple, with the protection of gods and Buddhas, he did not wither as fast as before.

But going on like this was not a solution, so he used his connections to find someone from the Xuan clan to see if the problem could be solved.

Before one thing was over, another one arose. The sudden passing of his mentor hit Shen Qinghe hard.

He studied hard for more than ten years, had a good teacher, passed the imperial examination, married a virtuous wife, and had a smooth career. He was promoted to the third rank in his early forties. His life could be said to be smooth sailing.

But what has been happening recently has been going wrong in every way, as if a smooth road is covered with thorns and traps, and if you are not careful you will be crushed to pieces.

So Shen Qinghe's mood could not be said to be low, and when his heart was filled with dark clouds, a young lady who was ignorant of the immensity of the world came out of nowhere and spoke ill of him.

If it were any other day, Shen Qinghe would not have bothered with a weak little girl, but at this moment, when he was about to bid farewell to his mentor, she said such harsh words.

Shen Qinghe's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Before he could get angry, Lang Zhengping ran over and anxiously apologized to him: "Sir Shen, I'm really sorry. My niece has been raised in the manor since she was a child. She doesn't know the rules and doesn't know the depth. She made many mistakes in her words. I apologize to you here, please forgive her this time."

Without waiting for Shen Qinghe to speak, he bent down.

Lang Jiuchuan was a little surprised. How could this cheap uncle be so flexible for her?
Just as she was sighing, Lang Zhengping pressed her head down again and scolded: "Nineth Lady, why don't you apologize to Lord Shen? When you go back, you must learn the rules from the nanny and stop speaking nonsense."

Lang Jiuchuan's neck was pressed down with a clicking sound, which frightened her so much that she broke out in a cold sweat and quickly cast a spell to stabilize herself.

The crisp sound of broken bones startled Lang Zhengping. He quickly retracted his hand and asked anxiously, "No, are you okay?"

Would he not break the child's neck?

Lang Zhengping looked at his big hand, feeling guilty and angry, forgetting for a moment how fragile the child was.

Lang Jiuchuan straightened up and shook his head slightly. Something was wrong, but he couldn't show it.

Shen Qinghe frowned and looked at Lang Zhengping and said, "Is this your niece, my Lord?"

Lang Zhengping nodded quickly and replied, "She is my second brother's daughter. She has been away from home since she was young due to her weak health. She has just been brought back home and has not received proper education and rules for a noble lady. Please forgive me, Lord Shen."

The second younger brother is the regrettable General Anbei Lang Zhengfan. He was a rare natural general, brave and resourceful. Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough and died in the battlefield early, otherwise why would the Kaiping Marquis Mansion be so dilapidated?

When he sighed, Zhao Yuancheng, who was standing beside him, thought he was unhappy and hurried to help: "Uncle, the coffin will be opened soon. Can you go into the mourning hall and say a few words to grandfather? Ninth Miss, can I ask my wife to take her down and give her a few words of reprimand?"

Zhao Yuancheng glanced at Lang Jiuchuan indifferently, with a hint of reproach in his eyes. She was causing trouble everywhere and had to ask others to clean up the mess for her. She was really a troublemaker.

Shen Qinghe looked at Lang Jiuchuan, took a deep breath, and decided to let it go because she was the daughter of a hero.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "Master Shen, do you think I am a child who speaks without restraint and without purpose? You should know what happened to you recently."

Shen Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the case he had investigated recently.

He and Lang Jiuchuan stared at each other, their brows furrowed more and more tightly. What basis did she have to dare to say such things in front of him?

"It's time to open the coffin."

After hearing this, Shen Qinghe looked towards the mourning hall, and sure enough, there was already movement there. Lang Jiuchuan took two steps back and said, "If you want to solve your son's troubles, you can come to the Lang family to find me. As long as you can pay the price, I can solve this matter."

She turned around and paused for a moment: "But my lord, please hurry up. Once the righteous energy in your body can no longer protect you, you will start to be unlucky. First you will be unlucky, and then you will lose your life."

Zhao Yuancheng felt dizzy before his eyes. Could someone come and make her shut up?

Lang Zhengping's expression was not much better than his, but he didn't quite understand what Lang Jiuchuan and Shen Qinghe were talking about. The son she mentioned was Shen Qinghe's son?
No, she has been on the farm all the time, so how could she know the man from the Shen family?
But now is not the time to worry about this, we should help her clean up the mess first.

Lang Zhengping said to Shen Qinghe with a smile: "Sir Shen, she is still a child and not very sensible. You see..."

Zhao Yuancheng thought, he is still a child, um, the kind of naughty child who will be beaten to death, right?

He bowed to Shen Qinghe and said, "Uncle Shen, please move."

As the matter was of different importance, Shen Qinghe did not delay any longer and strode towards the mourning hall. When he arrived at the door, he looked back, but saw that the thin and weak figure had disappeared into the crowd.

He frowned and forced himself to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

Lang Zhengping didn't care about anything else and hurried to catch up with his own bear. He was already thinking about whether there were any treasures in the house that might suit Shen Qinghe's taste, and he would quickly get them out and send them to apologize.

He thought again, at the rate Lang Jiuchuan was getting into trouble with his words and offending people, his private treasury might not be enough to pay for the compensation, right?
Should I mention this to my second brother and his wife? Whoever has the naughty child should take care of him. He, as the eldest uncle, can't always provide financial support to the child, as they have many children in the eldest branch of the family.

"What did I say to you yesterday? You promised me that you wouldn't cause any trouble, but now you've killed me." Lang Zhengping caught up with Lang Jiuchuan and scolded her with a dark face, "You curse whoever you catch. Do you know that Wujing is full of powerful people, many of whom you and I can't afford to offend? We can protect you once, but we may not be able to protect you twice. Next time you want to curse someone, think twice before you do it. Don't offend others and bring trouble to the family."

Lang Jiuchuan looked up at him and said, "How do you know whether what I said is true or a curse?"

Lang Zhengping choked and pursed his lips.

Lang Jiuchuan looked away and pointed in a certain direction: "Who is that person, the one wearing black silk and a tiger-skin hat?"

Lang Zhengping looked over and snorted coldly, "It's the eldest son of the Xingning Marquis Peng family."

"Not able to deal with it?"

"The two families have a little holiday."

Lang Jiuchuan nodded: "Then you can set off firecrackers, he is going to die."

The ghost messenger rolled up the soul-binding chain on him, and he was doomed.

Lang Zhengping: “?”

boom.

Prince Peng, who was standing at the door, suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and his body twitching continuously. After a while, he was silent and there was a cry of surprise from everyone around him.

Lang Zhengping's face turned pale: "!"

It's over. It seems that their Lang family really has a crow's mouth, the kind that only says ugly things!

　Uncle Lang: It’s over. Have I ever offended her? Will she kill me?

　　Waiting online, very anxious!

　　(End of this chapter)