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Chapter 164 Everyone Wants to Be Her Son?

Gu Junze knew Chu Ruohan's concerns, "If you like Xuan-ge'er, then adopt him. Don't worry about anything else."

Chu Ruohan was slightly surprised and couldn't help but look up at Gu Junze. Hadn't he not given a straight answer before?

"Mother, will Xuan-ge'er be my younger brother from now on?"

Gu Yun was very excited, his eyes sparkling. He tugged at Chu Ruohan's sleeve and shook it repeatedly, eagerly awaiting her answer.

"wine……"

Just then, a soft, childlike voice, indistinct and unclear, came from the bed.

Although the sound was unclear, it made everyone in the room turn their attention to Xuan-ge'er, who was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket on the bed and looked round and chubby like a little dumpling.

"Xuan-ge'er can call me 'Mother' now!"

Gu Yun jumped up excitedly, rushed to the bedside, and picked up Xuan Ge'er. "Xuan Ge'er is so great, shout it again..."

"Good boy, call me Mother!"

"wine."

In the corner, Mei Zi secretly watched Chu Ruohan's expression.

She lowered her eyes, her lips slightly upturned. It hadn't been in vain that she had spent these days secretly teaching Xuan-ge'er to call her "Mother" when no one was looking.

Seeing the tenderness in Chu Ruohan's eyes, Meizi knew that her efforts had not been in vain.

I'll be able to fulfill Aunt Li's request soon.

When this matter reached the Marquis of Anyang, it was met with opposition.

“If you really can’t have children and want to adopt one, you can wait until Chengyan has a child before adopting one. That child will still be your own bloodline, and it will be closer than adopting someone else’s child.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Ruohan felt a surge of disgust.

If she were to actually adopt his child, Chu Ruohan was truly afraid that she would be unable to resist strangling him to death.

Moreover, let alone the fact that Gu Chengyan doesn't even have a wife yet...

“My third uncle has agreed, and the adoption documents have been sent to the yamen. All that’s left is to open the ancestral hall tomorrow.” Gu Junze’s expression was calm, but his tone was firm and unquestionable.

Marquis Anyang stared directly into Gu Junze's eyes, his gaze filled with rage.

He's finished everything. Is he here to let me know?

They've really grown up, and their hearts have matured too.

It's getting increasingly out of control.

He laughed in anger: "Fine, very well! Since you've already made all the arrangements, why are you asking me for help? Just do it yourself, wouldn't that solve everything?"

Marquis Anyang turned and left, each step he took was extremely heavy.

He had too many concerns back then, and didn't take a decisive step...

When the Gu family opened their ancestral hall, people of all ages and genders gathered there.

Chu Ruohan stood beside Gu Junze, with Xuan Ge'er sleeping soundly in her arms.

Gu Junze offered incense to his ancestors and slowly said, "Today, I, Gu Junze, am here to adopt Xuan-ge'er as my son. I hope that our ancestors will bless this child so that he can grow up healthy."

Xuan Ge'er officially changed his name to Gu Yu, meaning to be reborn and live a carefree life.

Gu Jiacheng immediately pressed his fingerprint and signed the document, as if afraid that Gu Junze would regret it.

In his heart, Gu Junze's adopted son, who was a beggar, was not a threat at all.

Xuan-ge'er is a direct descendant of the Gu family, so he will naturally inherit the title of Marquis of Anyang in the future.

He is Xuan-ge'er's biological father, and with this identity, he can marry a noble lady from the capital to help him.

Just then, Lady Wang died, which freed up the position of the principal wife.

He had a bright idea in mind, and without even looking at the terms of the document, he directly pressed his fingerprint on it.

Gu Chen patted Gu Junze on the shoulder, but his gaze fell on the sleeping little boy. "Junze, you'll have to teach him properly from now on."

"Don't worry, Uncle."

As everyone gradually left, Wang's two children suddenly knelt down in front of Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze.

"Auntie, could you adopt us too?" Lu Ge'er held his younger sister's hand tightly, his innocent face full of pleading.

Their mother died, and their father had other women and didn't care about them at all.

The servants were no longer as respectful as before, and they ate leftovers every day.

He could still tolerate it, but Sister Lan was still young.

Just like the old woman said, once Gu Jiacheng has a new wife, where will they find a place to live...?

Children without a mother are as pitiful as can be.

Lan Jie'er hid behind her brother, occasionally glancing at Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze with her big, watery eyes.

This sudden turn of events left both Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze stunned.

"You guys get up first."

Chu Ruohan didn't know what was going on, why were they all so eager to be her sons?

Gu Jiacheng had already reached the door when he heard the noise and turned back.

His face instantly darkened. He strode over, grabbed one child with each hand, and began cursing.

"What are you two brats doing here? Come back with me!"

Ignoring the children's struggles, they forcibly took them away...

At the post station outside the capital, Wei Qiming's injuries had healed, and the Emperor ordered that they set off immediately without delay.

This exile was quite different from the usual exile process.

Not only do they not have to walk, they can also ride in a carriage.

The carriage was furnished with soft brocade quilts, and several basins of glowing charcoal were placed in the four corners of the carriage, so that not a trace of coldness could penetrate.

And there were servants to attend to them!

This kind of entourage doesn't look like a trip to exile at all; it looks more like a leisurely and carefree outing.

The Duke and Duchess of Wei escorted the people for five miles, watching the exiled procession gradually disappear into the distance.

"Madam, please go back!"

Lady Wei raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears that kept welling up in her eyes. "My lord, how can the Emperor be so heartless? Ming'er's injuries have only just healed. Can't we wait until next spring when the flowers bloom before letting him set off?"

"In this freezing weather, how can one bear the cold?"

Duke Wei sighed softly, reached out and patted his wife's shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort.

"Alright." His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with weariness.

"Don't you think about where we are? Can we just say whatever we want here? We can't disobey the emperor's orders, so all we can do is accept them."

He gently pulled on the Duchess's arm and slowly walked towards the carriage parked to the side.

The two boarded the carriage. Although a heater was burning inside, the Lady of Wei's heart still felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"When will my Ming'er be back?"

The Duke of Wei remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice carrying an unfathomable tone: "We can only wait for the right opportunity. Or, perhaps, wait for the Crown Prince to ascend the throne..."

The fact that the Crown Prince and Empress are still under house arrest is undoubtedly a warning from the Emperor.

The Emperor is determined to teach him a lesson, to make him restrain his ambitions and not try to control the government.

"With the Crown Prince imprisoned, the situation in the court is becoming increasingly unclear, and it's unknown when this will end."

"Madam, please don't worry about these things. It's almost New Year's, it won't be closed forever..."