The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 525 Like a lifetime ago, unattainable
Princess Tantai left, but Lang Jiuchuan remained seated for a long time until the tea had completely cooled down. Only then did she pick up the cup and drink it. The icy tea flowed down her throat and into her stomach, making her feel even colder.

"Are you planting a seed of division in her heart?" Jiang Che flicked his tail and said, "She is a saintess, someone even Emperor Tantai must respect, simply because this supreme glory was given to her by the Imperial Preceptor. Would she betray the Imperial Preceptor for you?"

Lang Jiuchuan placed the teacup upside down on the table, lightly tapping the bottom of the cup with his fingertip, and said, "I don't know. She has her responsibilities and destiny, but the person I know well is a bit arrogant, but her heart is righteous. She truly has the reputation of being an unfallen saint, holy and compassionate."

Jiang Che had also heard of the saintess's deeds. During a severe drought, she would perform an extremely devout and energy-draining ritual to pray for rain, and she would willingly bear the karma to pray for the well-being of Da Dan.

Her actions were selfless and devoted to the peace, prosperity, and longevity of Dadan, ensuring the nation's continued prosperity.

But isn't this just like the jade statue in Langjiuchuan being placed in a shrine for living people—a heavy shackle?

Perhaps some people truly enjoy being high above others, basking in glory, and being admired by others, like Rong Huanxuan. But others want to be carefree and unrestrained, like her. As for Princess Tantai, what she envies is a bird that can spread its wings and fly high, and what she yearns for is freedom.

"Whether it can break the bond between her and Tantai Qing, I don't know, but I think it's good for more people to know his true colors." Lang Jiuchuan's lips curled up in a sly smile, full of malice.

Jiang Che said, "You're stepping on his face, you're constantly courting death, aren't you afraid of ruining yourself?"

“I’ll wait for him!” Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes: “If I really am an important part of his plan, then he will definitely make a comeback. I’ll wait.”

She died once, so tragically, and was reborn. Those hardships were like branding marks, each one a mark of her cultivation. She was afraid of him.

Lang Jiuchuan added, "If she dares to go to the imperial mausoleum, then my chance will come."

She cannot enter the imperial mausoleum now, but a saintess with royal blood can!

"Let's go, go home."

The vermilion gate of the Marquis of Kaiping's mansion remained unchanged, with stone lions standing solemnly and the courtyard quiet. However, Lang Jiuchuan's appearance caused quite a commotion.

Some of the people who stubbornly waited at Langfu stared blankly at the otherworldly woman standing in front of the vermilion gate, watching the white cat on her shoulder knock on the door, and then the gatekeeper hesitantly called out "Ninth Miss" before running around to tell everyone.

Lang Jiuchuan, who stirred up trouble in the Rong family and disappeared for half a year, is back!
Lang Jiuchuan, who could face a formidable enemy with composure, felt a pang of trepidation, as if she were returning home. The door was still the same, and she had passed through it countless times, but now, she hesitated.

She is the real Lang Jiuchuan.

This mansion houses her blood relatives, but also carries some helplessness and unresolved issues. Once she enters, from this day forward, regardless of the outcome after revealing the truth, some things, or relationships, will be completely changed.

Hurried footsteps approached from inside the door. She pursed her lips slightly and first saw Uncle Lang rushing ahead, then the Lang family's boys, and then Cui Shi, who looked even thinner and older, being supported by Lang Caimeng.

"Ninth Sister? It really is you!" Uncle Lang was the first to come out. As he got closer, he couldn't believe it. The child was the same child, but she was different from before.

He used to feel that she was shrouded in a veil, and he couldn't see through her. Now, let alone the veil, even through a layer of fog, he still felt his heart flutter. It was Jiu Chuan, the girl from their Lang family.

"Uncle has lost weight." Lang Jiuchuan gave a slight bow.

"Where have you been all these days? You haven't said a word. Do you know how worried we are about you and your mother..." Uncle Lang turned to look at Madam Cui, who was standing inside the door staring blankly at Lang Jiuchuan, and sighed.

"Father, let's go inside first. We're still at the gate; outsiders will be watching the spectacle," Lang Caimeng whispered a reminder.

"Yeah."

Uncle Lang quickly stepped aside and said, "Go and tell your wife to prepare the family banquet for tonight. Ninth Sister, let's go inside and chat." Lang Jiuchuan readily complied, entered the mansion, and knelt down before Madam Cui, his lips moving slightly as he said, "You've also lost weight."

"You're back." Madam Cui stared at her intently, a strange panic rising in her chest, a nameless emotion suddenly welling up within her, as if from another world.

The Lang family members all made way, curiously sizing up Lang Jiuchuan. Goodness, it had only been half a year since they last met, but this person seemed like a completely different person. It wasn't that his appearance had changed, but rather his overall demeanor, which made them feel ashamed of themselves, as well as somewhat awe and fear, and also an admiration that they themselves hadn't even realized they had.

People admire strength, and they are no exception.

Lang Jiuchuan proved her strength to the world through numerous acts of fighting evil and upholding justice, as well as by using the Rong family head as a sacrifice, and also told everyone that she was not to be trifled with!
Now, even Lang Shier, the most troublesome and domineering member of the Lang family, doesn't dare to look her in the eye, let alone talk to her behind her back.

When Lang Jiuchuan looked over, he instinctively straightened up, his fists clenched tightly at his sides with nervousness.

Ninth Sister looked over here. She looked at me?

Oh my, her eyes are so sharp, his legs went weak.

Lang Cailing's legs went weak too. Even though Lang Jiuchuan didn't look at her, or perhaps he disdained to look at her, when Lang Jiuchuan's eyes swept over her, her legs felt like noodles that had been soaked for too long, so weak they were almost rotten. She had no choice but to lean most of her body on Lang Caiyao.

"Ninth, Ninth Sister." The youngest son of the Lang family's third branch knelt down with a thud, put his hands together, and bowed.

Everyone: "..."

Lang Shier: Dog Shisan, he stole his job.

Lang Jiuchuan's lips twitched. He looked at his brothers and sisters, nodded, and walked past them, as aloof and indifferent as ever.

The crowd was somewhat disappointed and disheartened.

Are they simply unworthy?

Watching her walk away, Lang Shisan got up from the ground, her eyes sparkling: "Ninth Sister is so majestic, even the white cat perched on her shoulder looks so majestic."

Lang Shier flicked him on the forehead and said, "What cat? That's Lord Tiger, the tiger that climbs over the wall of Ninth Sister's courtyard from time to time. It's very majestic."

"Oh."

Jiang Che: "!"

It didn't climb the wall; it just liked to squat there and sunbathe, but every time you, you tyrant, saw it.

Lang Cailing pouted and muttered, "She ignores us older sisters and brothers."

Just as Lang Shier was about to chase after her, she heard this and stopped, glancing at her sideways, and said, "What's there to argue about? Who do you think you are? You used to bully her all the time, and now your good marriage is all thanks to her. Be content, do you expect us to fawn over you? Even we, we're already being polite by just glancing at you. You still want to act all lovey-dovey and pretend to be sisters? Dream on!"

When she first came back, they didn't show any brotherly or sisterly affection; they treated her with indifference. Now, however, they feel they can't even reach her level!
　The period of sluggishness and burnout that I feared most when writing long articles has arrived. I'm so worried that I can't sleep day or night, and I'm struggling to adjust the outline...

　　(End of this chapter)