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Chapter 515 Making clothes is much harder than practicing kung fu!

"You're so sweet-talking," she said playfully, but the smile in her eyes grew even wider.

Gu Junze led the horse, walking slowly alongside her on the grassland, the setting sun casting long shadows of the two of them.

“Oh, right,” Chu Ruohan suddenly remembered something and turned to look at him, “Judging by the dates, the autumn imperial examinations are coming up soon, aren’t they? Is Brother Lü… going to participate?”

A thoughtful look appeared on Gu Junze's composed face, and he nodded.

"Yes, this is His Majesty's first imperial examination since his ascension to the throne, and it is of great significance. I tested his studies a few days ago. Although his knowledge was still a bit immature, he already had some ability. He can give it a try and broaden his horizons."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ruohan made up her mind.

She sighed softly, a hint of pity in her eyes: "This child is pitiful, an orphan, and usually so quiet and reserved, only knowing how to bury himself in his studies when practicing martial arts."

"Now that I'm about to take the exam, I don't even have anyone around to help me."

She stopped and looked at Gu Junze. "You should at least call me aunt. It's only right that I help take care of this."

"My third aunt... probably won't care!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Junze stopped and turned around to look at her intently.

He reached out his free hand and gently tucked a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear.

"Thank you for your hard work." His voice was deep and gentle. "With you managing everything in the manor, I can go out with peace of mind."

Chu Ruohan shook her head and grasped his large hand that was resting beside her cheek.

“We are husband and wife, it would be too formal to say such things.”

"Then I'll go and see him tomorrow, prepare some items he might need for the exam, and have the kitchen prepare some nourishing food for him."

Chu Ruohan had already started to plan in her mind, "He should also get two new sets of robes. When going to the exam, energy and spirit are the most important things."

Looking at her earnestly planning, Gu Junze's eyes were almost overflowing with tenderness.

He didn't say anything more, but simply gripped her hand tightly, pulling her closer to him, while his other hand remained firmly holding the magnificent white horse.

A gentle autumn breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, stirred her skirt and his heartstrings.

The treacherous intrigues of the imperial court and the backstabbing in the harem seemed to be isolated from the tranquil countryside and the people around them at this moment.

"Okay." He only said one word, but it spoke volumes.

As autumn deepens, the study of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion presents a vibrant scene that contrasts sharply with the bleak autumn landscape.

Lü-ge'er has been busy preparing for the autumn imperial examinations lately, spending all his time in Gu Junze's study. Even Chu Chenyu often comes over...

As a result, the most bored person in the mansion became five-year-old Lan'er.

"Aunt!"

Lan Jie'er, trailing her little skirt, ran like a gust of wind into the warm pavilion where Chu Ruohan was, her little face full of grievance.

"Brother Lu and Uncle Chenyu are ignoring me! All they do is read, read!"

Inside the warm pavilion, Song Ruyan was sitting to one side, holding a needle and thread, struggling with the cloth in her hands!

Why is needlework so difficult? Her hands look like pitchforks...

Making clothes is much harder than practicing kung fu!

Hearing Lan Jie'er's complaint, Chu Ruohan raised her head and smiled gently.

“Lan’er, your brother Lu is going to participate in the autumn imperial examination. This is a major event in his life, and we cannot disturb him.”

Lan Jie pouted and turned to Song Ruyan, tugging at her sleeve and pleading, "Then Aunt Ruyan, will you teach me how to use a whip? You haven't taught me in so long."

A hint of helplessness appeared on Song Ruyan's face. She affectionately patted Lan Jie'er's head and then looked down at her own abdomen.

"Dr. Qian said I can't use any more force now. What if I hurt my baby?"

"Sigh!" Lan Jie sighed heavily, and imitating the adults, paced back and forth in the room, looking utterly bored.

This made Chu Ruohan and Song Ruyan laugh.

Chu Ruohan put down the ledger in her hand and waved.

"Come here, Lan-jie."

Lan-jie immediately ran over and threw herself into her aunt's arms.

Chu Ruohan hugged her and pointed to a small table that had been prepared on the side, with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone all on it.

“Brother Lu is busy… and Aunt Ruyan is learning to be a mother. Our Lan’er can’t always be thinking about playing.”

She led Lan Jie to the small table, helped her stand up, picked up a thin-handled calligraphy brush specially prepared for her, and put it into her chubby little hand.

"From today onwards, your aunt will teach you the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

Lan Jie'er looked at the white paper in front of her, then at the brush in her hand, and her little eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Shenmu, I don't want to learn this. I want to learn how to ride a horse and how to use a whip!"

"Horse riding and whip fighting are skills that enable you to protect yourself. But playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting are skills that teach you how to find peace within yourself."

Chu Ruohan's voice was gentle yet authoritative. She held Lan Jie'er's small hand, dipped it in ink, and slowly wrote the character "静" (quiet) on the paper.

“Look,” she guided Lan’er’s gaze, “the principles of this world are sometimes like the ink on this brush.”

"If you use too much force, the ink will spread and become a mess; if you use too little force, it will appear weak and powerless. Only with a calm mind and a steady wrist can you write with style and spirit."

Lan Jie blinked her big eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Chu Ruohan continued softly, "In the future, you will be the mistress of the house. Managing the household and dealing with interpersonal relationships will bring many troubles. If you don't have inner peace, how can you handle them well?"

"A woman may possess the courage to withstand ten thousand men, but she must also have the composure to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before her. This is the greatest reliance you can have in your life."

Chu Ruohan let go of his hand and looked at him encouragingly: "Come on, try it yourself. You don't need to write anything, just draw a straight line from this end to that end."

Although Lan Jie was still somewhat unwilling, she looked at her aunt's serious eyes.

She mustered her courage and, imitating Chu Ruohan, put the pen to paper.

Her small wrists lacked strength, and the pen tip trembled on the paper, drawing a crooked ink mark, like a wriggling worm.

"Oh dear!" Lan Jie'er was a little discouraged, threw down her pen and was about to run away.

Chu Ruohan grabbed her arm, picked up the paper, and instead of scolding her, smiled and said, "Look, isn't it drawn?"

"Although it's not straight now, as long as we practice every day, it will eventually become straight and stable."

She let Lan Jie'er hold the pen again, while she sat down beside her, picked up the guqin, and casually plucked the strings.

A series of clear and melodious notes flowed slowly through the warm pavilion, easing the little girl's anxiety.

What Chu Ruohan wanted to teach her was far more than just calligraphy and painting; it was the fundamental principles of how a noblewoman from a prominent family should conduct herself in society.

Lan Jie'er will eventually get married...