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Chapter 205 Shouldn't she be called Aunt Yang now?

The old woman hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "After all, he's her own son. Won't the master become suspicious?"

"Just say he died of a terrible disease. If the master has any grievances or hatred, it's directed at the Yang family, not us."

"Yes."

Behind the screen, Brother Lü tightly covered Sister Lan's mouth, not daring to move an inch.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of Madam Gu's even breathing could be heard from outside, indicating that she had fallen asleep.

Lu Ge'er then released his hand from Lan Jie'er's mouth, made a shushing gesture, and the two quietly climbed out of the window.

Once outside, Brother Lü pulled Sister Lan and ran deeper into the garden until they were sure there was no one else around before they stopped.

"Brother, is Grandmother talking about Father?"

He put his hands on Lan Jie'er's shoulders. "Lan Jie'er, you didn't hear anything just now, remember?"

"Ah."

Lan-jie bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lu Ge'er hugged his younger sister tightly and gently patted her back. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your brother is here. Your brother will definitely protect you."

That man's death might be a good thing for the brother and sister...

The next day, as usual, Lu Ge'er went to the Marquis of Anyang's residence to practice martial arts with Ying Qing. He wanted to become stronger, and stronger even faster!

He took Lan-jie'er with him too...

The Marquis of Anyang brought back a woman, and they spent three days frolicking in the room.

Chu Ruohan guessed that it should be the girl she met on the Lantern Festival, but she didn't expect it to be Yang Zhaozhao.

"Shouldn't we call her Aunt Yang now?"

Yang Zhaozhao's smile froze instantly. "I had no choice."

"Although I am the eldest daughter in the family, I am born out of wedlock. From childhood to adulthood, I have never received any benefits. Everything in the family is controlled by my stepmother, and even my marriage is in her hands!"

"Rather than being manipulated by her, I'd rather choose for myself!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

As Yang Zhaozhao wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, she secretly glanced at Chu Ruohan.

Chu Ruohan remained calm, picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface, and took a small sip.

She knew in her heart that this seemingly tearful lament was nothing more than a performance deliberately staged by Yang Zhaozhao.

She may be pitiful, but she has indeed stood on the opposite side of herself.

At this moment, confiding is nothing more than seeking sympathy.

He wanted to use her to gain a foothold in the Marquis's mansion.

Yang Zhaozhao was also tired of crying, and Chu Ruohan ignored her. What did it mean to just leave her hanging like this?

A maid's voice came from outside the door: "Young Madam, the young master has returned."

Chu Ruohan's eyes lit up with joy. She put down her teacup and went out to greet them.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw Gu Junze stride into the courtyard.

He was tall and straight, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but his handsome features were still undeniable.

A tender look flashed in Gu Junze's eyes when he saw Chu Ruohan; he hadn't seen her for five days.

"Why are you back?"

"No bathing today."

As he spoke, he took out an oil paper package from behind his back and handed it to Chu Ruohan.

Chu Ruohan reached out and took it. "What is this?"

"Chestnut cake, from your favorite shop." Gu Junze's lips curled up into a doting smile. "I bought it especially for you, it's still warm, try it."

She looked up, her eyes full of smiles.

Yang Zhaozhao followed them out of the house and witnessed this scene, which stirred up a pang of jealousy within her.

How lucky Chu Ruohan is! She married a paralyzed man and then recovered.

Gu Junze is powerful and influential, but she's the only one in his heart and mind...

She forced a smile, stepped forward, and curtsied, saying, "Your Highness, you're back."

Gu Junze's eyes, which were originally full of gentleness, turned cold the moment he saw Yang Zhaozhao.

He frowned slightly. "Hmm, what's she doing here?"

He looked at Chu Ruohan, waiting for her explanation.

"She is now the concubine of the Marquis of Anyang."

Upon hearing this, Gu Junze frowned even more deeply, and the scene of Gu Jiacheng insisting that he step in to propose marriage to the Yang family instantly flashed through his mind.

How did she become the concubine of the Marquis of Anyang in the blink of an eye?

"This is none of your business. You can leave now."

The voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Yang Zhaozhao was also puzzled as to why the Crown Prince had suddenly become unhappy. Wasn't he fine just a moment ago?

Could it be that she's the one who's interfering with the couple's time together?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhaozhao blushed and bowed again before retreating.

As she left, she couldn't help but steal a glance back at Gu Junze and Chu Ruohan.

Seeing the two enter the house hand in hand, Yang Zhaozhao quickened her pace. Are all men like this?

Lustful...

Inside the room, Chu Ruohan turned around, looking Gu Junze up and down.

Seeing her like this, Gu Junze's lips curled up slightly, revealing a doting smile. He stretched out his long arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.

Their foreheads touched, his warm breath gently brushing against Chu Ruohan's cheeks, tender and affectionate.

"No need to check, I'm perfectly fine, nothing's wrong with me. See, I'm back safe and sound."

His voice was deep and powerful, like a reassuring medicine, gradually calming Chu Ruohan's anxious heart.

A slight smile appeared on his face, but then he seemed to remember something and asked, "Is everything going well in the military camp?"

Gu Junze picked her up and carried her to a chair, letting Chu Ruohan sit comfortably on his lap before saying, "It went fairly smoothly..."

"I've already had Yingyi find an opportunity to contact that Deputy General Shi. He has some prestige in the army and is Feng Shaoyu's right-hand man, so he should know some of the truth about what happened back then."

After hearing about Gu Junze's experiences over the past few days, Chu Ruohan was filled with rage. She wished she had given that guy surnamed Feng a few more beatings.

However, she did have a way to help Gu Junze deal with that Deputy General Li.

She looked up and asked softly, "How many days will you be staying this time?"

"We're going back tomorrow. According to military regulations, we can take a break every five days."

"Come with me to see someone."

"Who?"

"You'll know once you go there."

As she spoke, she pulled Gu Junze to his feet and walked towards the door.

Along the way, Chu Ruohan told him about Zhi Qiu's current situation, but Gu Junze was still shocked when he saw her.

He slowly walked to Zhi Qiu's side, squatted down, and gently took her hand and placed it on his face.

“Aunt Zhi Qiu…” His voice choked, barely able to speak, “I am Jun Ze, do you remember me?”

"Jun... Ze?" Suddenly, she smiled, a hint of disbelief in her eyes. "Don't wander off, or the princess will worry if she can't find you..."

Upon hearing this, Gu Junze could no longer suppress his grief, and tears streamed down his face.

"She remembers, she still remembers..."

"Aunt Zhi Qiu, do you remember anything else? Like... my mother's story?"

She added, "Princess Anyang..."