The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 9: Not Everyone Can Hear Langjiu's Words
Lang Jiuchuan was slapped to the ground. He looked at the person who slapped him, touched his cheek with his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam with a "Puh" sound.

Laughed angrily.

Just a slap knocked her down. Her body was really weak.

She got up from the ground, licked her lips, glanced at Cui coldly, and walked out.

Cui stared blankly at her palm, then at the blood foam on the ground. Her heart seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and she had difficulty breathing.

This is not my child, she is not.

Cui pinched her palm hard with her fingernails, avoided the nanny's hand that came forward to support her, and walked out of the mourning hall with floating steps.

Everyone looked at each other with complicated expressions. Some were shocked and stunned, some were gloating, and some were interested. The expressions were varied.

Lang Zhengping felt his face burning. How could it be good to make such a fuss in front of outsiders?

He said awkwardly: "Uncle Zhao, look at this, it's really... shall we move to the flower hall to have some tea?"

Old Zhao shook his head and said, "I've come here to see your father off, and it completes the relationship between our two families. Funerals are a lot of work, so I won't drink tea. You go about your business. When your father's funeral is held, our family will also hold a roadside memorial service."

Lang Zhengping hurriedly thanked him.

After accompanying the grandparents out of the mourning hall, out of the house, and onto the carriage, Mr. Zhao asked Lang Zhengping again: "What about that little girl just now..."

Lang Zhengping said quickly, "That's my second brother's posthumous child. Because it was born prematurely and in poor health, we sent it to the farm to be raised. We just brought it back today. This child has not been brought up by me since she was young, so she lacks some manners. She is full of nonsense. As her uncle, I apologize to you on her behalf."

As he said this, he took a step back and bowed deeply.

Zhao Yuancheng wanted to speak, but his grandfather glanced at him and he shut up.

Mr. Zhao asked, "Has the child been raised on the farm all this time?"

Lang Zhengping was a little confused by his question, but he nodded. "Zhengfan died on the battlefield at a young age. This child is his only flesh and blood. It's reasonable for your uncles to send her to the farm to be raised. Is it reasonable for the mother to do so?"

Lang Zhengping sensed the inquiry and mockery in these words, and his face was a little embarrassed. He stammered, "Master Xuanjing of the Huguo Temple once said that the mother and daughter have conflicting horoscopes, so..."

Old Zhao didn't take it seriously. No matter how fierce the fight was, that child was still her own flesh and blood, not to mention that he was her only child. Yet, as a mother, she didn't feel sorry for him at all and just started beating him in front of everyone.

I'm afraid this is more than just a matter of fate.

However, this was the Lang family's family affair, so he didn't ask too much. He just thought of Lang Jiuchuan's eyes that were as dark as the whirlpool on the bottom of the sea, and then thought of her words, his heart began to beat wildly.

He even had the urge to get off the carriage and go find the child to ask for clarification.

"You go back." Old Zhao clenched his five fingers and looked towards the depths of the mansion. Finally, he lowered his eyes, hiding the dark currents in his eyes, and let down the car curtain.

Lang Zhengping watched the carriage drive away, frowned, turned around and quickly walked into the mansion.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Yuancheng asked in a deep voice, "Grandfather, Lang Jiu's words were too presumptuous. Why did you just let her go?"

"If I don't forgive her, how can I, her grandfather, argue with her? If it gets out, people will only scold the little girl for being outspoken and ignorant, and more likely to say that I, Zhao Lin, am stingy and have lost my manners?" Old Zhao looked at his grandson and sighed, "You, you just can't keep your temper."

Zhao Yuancheng said: "My grandson is just angry. She can't be called outspoken. She cursed you, grandfather. I'm sorry that I can't remain indifferent."

"Then have you ever thought about why a little girl like her would say such things?"

"What?"

"Save the people who shouldn't be saved."

Zhao Yuancheng looked confused: "Did she say anything about saving people who shouldn't be saved?"

Mr. Zhao's hands trembled and his face was full of horror. Didn't he hear it?
(End of this chapter)