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Chapter 107 This secret shocked Chu Ruohan.

Gu Junze remained calm, his eyes revealing an undeniable confidence.

Master Gu subconsciously asked, "You've been married for a while now, how come you still don't have a child?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them, secretly annoyed at himself for speaking so carelessly.

This is a private matter, and it's really inappropriate for me to ask about it at this time.

On the contrary, Gu Junze remained calm and composed, which made Gu Junze look at him with new respect. This child had been more intelligent than most people since childhood, it was just a pity...

Gu Junze smiled helplessly, "The time is not right yet."

Master Gu nodded, understanding in his heart. Men all have dignity, and it would be a loss of face if such a thing were publicized.

He quickly said, "I will send people to suppress the rumors."

Gu Junze waved his hand and said, "Uncle, there's no need."

Rumors stop with the wise; sending people to suppress them will only make people think he's incompetent.

Isn’t this the three hundred taels of silver that are missing here?

Once Han'er became pregnant, the rumors naturally dissipated.

Thinking this, Gu Junze picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

It's time for them to start sleeping together.

Thinking of this, Gu Junze couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Yingqing pushed the wheelchair, and Gu Junze personally saw the third master of the Gu family out. Along the way, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Upon returning to Hongmeng Academy, Gu Junze asked, "Where is the young mistress?"

"The young mistress took Song Ruyan and Miss Yuling out early this morning."

Gu Junze frowned slightly. "They went out?"

If Song Ruyan were here, hearing Yingqing addressed as such would surely make her jump for joy. Yuling, on the other hand, could be called "Miss Yuling," and that was her name.

Yingqing really thought Song Ruyan was a wild girl, unlike Yuling who was dignified by the young mistress's side, or the lively and lovely second daughter of the Chu family.

He hadn't seen her for several days and wondered what Yue Chu and Yue Shu were doing.

Gu Junze asked, "Where did you go? Did you say anything?"

It wasn't until he asked a second time that Yingqing came to her senses, "The young mistress didn't explain..."

After leaving the Marquis's residence, Chu Ruohan went straight to Cuiyun Pavilion, which was her dowry and was now being managed by Qin Fang, the son of her wet nurse.

“Master, there really is an iron ore mine at the bottom of that barren mountain.”

After acquiring the barren mountain, Chu Ruohan secretly instructed Qin Fang to send people to explore it.

Unexpectedly, a major discovery was made.

"There are approximately 570 million shi (a unit of dry measure) at the foot of this mountain," Qin Fang continued, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Are you sure?"

After all, this is no small amount. Such a huge amount of iron ore reserves, if true, will have a significant impact on many things.

"It will only be more, not less." Qin Fang nodded heavily, his eyes resolute.

Upon hearing this answer, Chu Ruohan's thoughts drifted.

In his previous life, the imperial court mined over a million shi of iron ore on this mountain, a far cry from the amount Qin Fang was referring to now.

She clearly remembers that the discovery of the iron ore caused quite a stir at the time.

Iron mines belong to the imperial court, and unauthorized mining is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family; no one dares to violate this rule lightly.

In his previous life, Marquis Anyang reported the discovery of the iron ore mine, which made him the center of attention and the talk of the town.

The Emperor ordered him to mine the land together with the Ministry of Works, which suggests that he was secretly colluding with the Ministry of Works.

On the surface, they were mining according to regulations, but in reality, they were secretly keeping most of the iron ore for themselves.

What do they need so much iron ore for?

Iron is an extremely important resource; otherwise, the imperial court would not have held it so tightly and strictly prohibited private mining.

After much thought, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind—the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Chu Ruohan felt a chill run down her spine. Surely the Marquis of Anyang wouldn't have such audacity? Could it be a power struggle for the throne?

Regardless of what the Marquis of Anyang did in her previous life, fortunately, in this life, the mine fell into her hands.

"Should we report this to the imperial court?" Qin Fang couldn't help but ask when he saw that she remained silent for a long time.

Chu Ruohan pondered for a moment and slowly said, "No rush, let them leave first, and we'll talk about it later."

This mine is now like a lifeline, a tremendous achievement.

We cannot rush to report it; we must wait for the right opportunity to use it where it is most needed...

As Chu Ruohan emerged from Cuiyun Pavilion, a clumsy little beggar suddenly rushed over and bumped straight into her.

Chu Ruohan swayed slightly and almost fell, while the little beggar was knocked to the ground by the impact and sat down in a sorry state.

Chu Ruohan quickly knelt down and helped the little beggar up, her face showing concern. "Are you alright?"

However, the little beggar did not answer her question. A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he turned to run away.

But he was no match for Song Ruyan, who was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, grabbing him by the back of his collar.

Song Ruyan's face showed a hint of annoyance. "Hand over the things. You're so young, yet you don't learn anything good and only do petty theft."

When the little beggar realized he couldn't break free, his legs gave way and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

He looked up, his swollen eyes brimming with tears. "Madam, please have mercy! My father is sick, we have no money for medicine, he's dying, sob sob..."

Looking at the pitiful look in the little boy's eyes with tears in them, Chu Ruohan couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

But Song Ruyan didn't think so. She pursed her lips and said, "Don't listen to him. These habitual offenders all use the same excuse."

Song Ruyan had been wandering the martial arts world since childhood and had seen all kinds of people; she was already used to this kind of trickery.

As she spoke, Song Ruyan snatched the purse back from the little beggar and threw it into Chu Ruohan's arms.

A purse is a woman's most intimate possession.

When the little beggar saw that his purse had been taken away, he cried even harder. Between sobs, he said, "I really didn't lie. My father is really sick."

His tears kept flowing down, wetting his dirty little face, the tear streaks standing out starkly against the grime.

Seeing the little boy's pitiful appearance, Chu Ruohan opened her purse, took out a silver ingot, and handed it to the little beggar.

"Here are twenty taels. Use them to treat your father first. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to the Marquis of Anyang's residence to find me."

The little beggar looked up, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the silver. He then kowtowed deeply to Chu Ruohan and said, "Thank you, I will repay you."

After saying that, he turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Song Ruyan rolled her eyes as she watched the little beggar's departing figure.

"Even if you give him this money, he won't be able to keep it. It'll probably be stolen by some other thugs before long."

Watching the little beggar's figure disappear around the street corner, Chu Ruohan frowned. "Follow him and see."