The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 528 His retribution is me!
After suddenly hearing the shocking truth from Lang Jiuchuan, Cui Shi completely collapsed, fell into a coma, and her breath grew weaker day by day, with no cure from medicine.

This time, it was even more dangerous than the previous near-death experiences. Deathly energy lingered around her, eager to entangle her and drag her completely into the abyss, causing her soul to become unstable and showing signs of leaving her body at any moment.

This is also one of the reasons why Lang Jiuchuan did not hide the truth about how he died a terrible death in his previous life. If he had told her, Cui would probably have died immediately.

But now, if she doesn't wake up and her breath continues to weaken, she will eventually die in her sleep.

Cui is courting death!

Or perhaps, she had run out of ideas to sustain her life and thought death was preferable.

After Lang Jiuchuan administered acupuncture again, she still showed no sign of waking up, which annoyed him. His face was tense and he didn't look happy at all.

"Miss, why hasn't Madam woken up yet?" Granny Cheng asked, her eyes red and swollen, her voice choked with sobs.

Over the past year, Madam Cui seemed to be constantly hovering on the brink of death, and this time, she had a feeling that Madam Cui had already gone in, and she didn't want to open her eyes again.

“She doesn’t want to live, so naturally she doesn’t want to wake up.” Lang Jiuchuan’s voice was extremely cold. Looking at her face, which was as pale as paper and her life force was constantly draining away, he said, “I will only pull her out this once. If I can’t pull her out, then I will put on the heavy mourning clothes.”

She didn't have the leisure to wait for Cui Shi to wake up; she still had a great revenge to take!
Granny Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

Lang Jiuchuan could have simply left indifferently, severing all ties with the Lang family. After all, she would be facing Tantai Qing in the future, who would be difficult to deal with. It would be better to cut ties and not implicate them.

But when she actually saw her biological mother destroy herself because of the truth, she couldn't completely harden her heart. After all, she was where she was today because of her obsession with finding her biological daughter. How could she ignore it?

Just lend her a hand, and you'll repay this life debt!

Lang Jiuchuan stepped aside, lit a calming incense stick, sat cross-legged in front of Cui's bed, formed hand seals, and gently touched her brow with a soft yet powerful spiritual force gathered at his fingertips.

Entering a nightmare.

When Lang Jiuchuan's divine sense entered, it paused. There were no vivid scenes, only boundless, suffocating black mist. Even the shadow of Cui could not be seen.

But mother and daughter are of one mind, and Lang Jiuchuan quickly followed a direction. The thick black mist dispersed when it encountered her divine sense.

Cui Shi huddled alone in the center of the black mist, hugging her knees, her expression blank, like a pitiful abandoned child. She was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable aura of death, and her choked sobs were filled with pain and despair.

"Why don't you want to wake up?" Lang Jiuchuan stood still, his voice cold and clear, like winter snow, piercing through the black mist.

Cui froze, raised her head, and looked at the person in front of her with tearful eyes. A momentary glint of light flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by endless pain: "Why are you here? Go away. I have no face to see you, and I have no face to live. I killed that child. It's all my fault. I don't deserve to live. I'll go down and apologize to her!"

Her voice was hoarse and broken, filled with self-blame, as if she only wanted to sink into this eternal darkness to escape, and she longed for death.

She wasn't being dramatic. Upon hearing the truth about the child's innocent and tragic death, her despair was no less than when she discovered that the child wasn't her own. But compared to then, this despair was far more boundless, like countless ghostly hands tearing at her heart and lungs. Her indifference had killed an innocent child, and she couldn't even take revenge on her enemies!
So what right does she have to live? She might as well be dead!

"Will death atone for your sins? Will death bring my sister back to life? Even the Rong family head, whose soul has long since vanished, and especially the Grand Preceptor Tantai Qing, who orchestrated everything behind the scenes, would be overjoyed if you died. No, that's not right. People as high and mighty as them, confident in their control of everything, would disdain you. Who are you? To them, you are insignificant!" Lang Jiuchuan's voice suddenly turned fierce: "A foolish act only brings pain to loved ones and joy to enemies. So, do you still want to die?"

Boom.

Lang Jiuchuan's voice was like a thunderclap, exploding in Cui's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness. Her body trembled violently, and she stared at her blankly.

"What's the point of you taking your own life now, other than causing grief to Granny Cheng and the Lang family who care about you, and adding another tragedy to the Lang family?" Lang Jiuchuan said coldly. "You've separated you and your daughter, caused your daughter's tragic death, and robbed your entire family. Meanwhile, the Imperial Preceptor who caused all this tragedy is revered as a god by countless people, deceiving them into believing in him and offering his worship, and he's still at large. He might even harm more people. Are you really willing to watch him do evil and still be so happy?"

“Cui Huijun, don’t make me look down on you. What you should do most is not to wallow in self-pity and seek death to escape, but to open your eyes and watch carefully. Watch how those evil people who manipulate fate and harm the innocent gradually head towards their destruction, fall into the deepest hell, and receive the retribution they deserve!”

Each question, like a heavy hammer blow, struck the still lake of Madam Cui's heart, stirring up violent waves. The ashen look in her eyes was gradually replaced by a complex emotion.

It's hatred, resentment, and anger!
"Will he receive retribution?"

"Why not?" Lang Jiuchuan stood tall and proudly raised his head: "His retribution is me!"

Madam Cui was jolted awake, as if struck by a sudden realization. She grabbed Lang Jiuchuan's sleeve as if grasping at a straw, tears welling in her eyes, but no longer pure despair: "What... what can I do? I'm such a useless person..."

"Live well." Lang Jiuchuan looked at her, reached out his hand to her, and said, "Live consciously, with a heart of atonement. Use the rest of your life to repent, to make amends, and to accumulate merit for your sister."

Even though her soul is no longer here, perhaps one day, with the blessing of good deeds and the appearance of miracles, she will regain consciousness many years later?

Madam Cui placed her hand in hers, as if she were being pulled hard. In reality, her eyelids trembled violently, she let out a long and painful groan, and slowly opened her eyes.

Lang Jiuchuan had already opened his eyes before her, stopped his incantation and adjusted his breathing. His face was a little pale as he looked at the person on the bed.

Their eyes met.

Tears streamed down Cui's face, but her gaze remained fixed on her greedily.

Lang Jiuchuan pursed his lips, took her hand and said, "Although my sister and I have a tragic fate, Heaven has been kind to us. My soul and her blood have reshaped our bodies, and I am now your rightful daughter. You should be grateful!"

Cui nodded.

Lang Jiuchuan patted her arm: "Take good care of yourself. In a few days, come with me to build a cenotaph for your sister's family!"

(End of this chapter)