The Ninth Lady is Rebellious and Arrogant Person

The Ninth Lady of the Marquis of Kaiping’s household, Lang Jiuchuan, returned to the capital after spending more than ten years away recuperating, only to attend a funeral. Yet, upon reunion, her birth mother disliked her, her family distanced themselves, and she was regarded as nothing but a troublemaker and a jinx. Entering the capital’s noble circle for the first time, the aristocrats mocked her as a country bumpkin with the face of someone destined for an early death, her manners crude, like wild grass from the mountains—utterly unfit for the grand stage. But Lang Jiuchuan thought: wild grass is the best! Full of life, growing tall with the wind—it resonated with her heart completely! While people secretly placed bets on when this seemingly insignificant, short-lived girl would perish, they forgot—she was a “calamity,” one that could last a thousand years. That’s right, she might look delicate, soft, and easy to bully, but—just try and touch her. Do they sigh that she has no one to protect her? What a joke. She can grow her own wings—why bother climbing anyone else’s ladder? By day she severs the yang, by night she severs the yin. With divine powers that shook the world, nobles knelt with riches, begging to invite her aid. Yet all Lang Jiuchuan wanted was to accumulate merit, reshape her body, extend her life, recover her soul—and settle old scores along the way. So what if her beginning was hell itself? She would carve her way out in blood!