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Chapter 18 Treat her like a child

After taking a bath, Chu Ruohan glanced at the flickering dragon and phoenix candles, the wish for many children, and the conspicuous handkerchief on the bed.

The wet nurse was really...

Sigh, whatever. With this handkerchief, I can save myself a lot of trouble, and I won't let anyone use the fact that she never shared a room with Gu Junze as an excuse.

Chu Ruohan steeled her heart, pierced her slender finger, and a drop of bright red blood dripped onto the handkerchief, staining a small patch of glaring red.

Upon witnessing this scene, Gu Junze's eyebrows slightly rose. Did she think he was inadequate?

Then she chuckled self-deprecatingly. Given her broken and crippled body, it was quite normal for Chu Ruohan to have such thoughts.

The two pulled the covers over themselves and lay down on the bed, one on each side. The space between them seemed large enough to accommodate a third person. A sense of estrangement and awkwardness permeated the quiet night...

Inside the room, dragon and phoenix candles burned brightly, their flickering flames dancing on the walls.

"You wretched woman who brings bad luck to her husbands! The Gu family must have been incredibly unlucky to have married you..."

"Does he really think he's some kind of noble master? Bah, what a piece of trash."

"Beat this bitch to death..."

"Sister, save me..."

"Han'er, Han'er..."

Chu Ruohan woke up with a start from her nightmare, her forehead covered in cold sweat and her body trembling slightly.

Her rapid breathing was exceptionally clear in the silent room. She instinctively hugged her arms tightly, her eyes still etched with fear and unease.

She dreamt of the pain she had experienced in her past life; her mother's hideous face seemed to be right before her eyes, filled with vicious curses and resentment.

Those ugly faces, filled with contempt and disdain, along with her younger siblings' desperate cries for help and her parents' sorrowful expressions, struck her heart like heavy hammer blows...

Since her rebirth, she has dreamed about it every night, reminding her constantly.

If she can't send all her enemies to hell, she'll never have peace again.

Gu Junze was awakened by her movement. "Had a nightmare?"

"Ah."

Chu Ruohan nodded slightly, her voice still carrying a trace of lingering fear, making her seem particularly vulnerable in the quiet night.

"Come here." Gu Junze patted the bed beside him.

Chu Ruohan was slightly taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly moved her body and lay down next to him.

Gu Junze used the momentum to turn to the side and put his arm around Chu Luohan. Her body stiffened instantly, and the sudden closeness left her somewhat at a loss.

Gu Junze seemed to sense her tension, and his broad palm gently patted her shoulder again and again.

His voice was deep and gentle: "Go to sleep."

The warmth of his palm seeped through Chu Ruohan's thin clothes and slowly penetrated her skin, gradually relaxing her body from stiffness.

Is he treating her like a child?

It's not Gu Junze's fault. His wet nurse had always put him to sleep like this since he was a child. After his wet nurse died, he got used to falling asleep alone.

Outside the window, the night was deep, but the dragon and phoenix candles inside the house were still burning.

next day

Chu Ruohan slowly woke up and was surprised to find herself still in Gu Junze's arms. In an instant, a blush quickly spread across her entire cheeks.

She actually fell asleep. In the past, she would wake up from nightmares at night and then find it difficult to fall back asleep, sitting up for half the night.

After Chu Ruohan finished dressing, she saw that Gu Junze was still lying on the bed. She wanted to help him up and fulfill her duty as a wife.

Gu Junze seemed to see through her intentions, shook his head slightly, and then called out loudly, "Huai Shu, come in."

Not long after the sound faded, Huai Shu pushed open the door and entered. She walked briskly to Gu Junze's side and began to take good care of him as he washed and changed.

Chu Ruohan stood to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed and unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, so she turned and left.

Gu Junze had simply grown accustomed to having Yingqing and Huaishu serving him for a long time.

Although Chu Ruohan was his wife in name only, he still felt awkward, especially now that he was in such a wretched state, unable to take care of himself, that he didn't want her to see him.

The wet nurse was overjoyed when she saw the striking red on the handkerchief. It was a success! Perhaps a little master would be born soon.

Last night, she stood guard outside, her heart filled with worry about the young master's health, fearing that he might have some kind of obstruction in his lower body. She even considered secretly administering some medicine if things really didn't go well.

Now she could rest easy.

The wet nurse carefully picked up the blood-stained handkerchief, her face still beaming with joy. "Miss, the people Master was looking for have arrived."

Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow slightly; she truly hadn't expected her father to be so decisive and efficient.

"Bring the person over here." Chu Ruohan's tone was calm, but a hint of expectation could not be hidden deep in her eyes.

"Yes," the wet nurse replied, then turned and quickly left.

Before long, he led someone in.

The woman, with a heroic and spirited air, cupped her hands and said loudly, "Greetings, Miss." Her words and actions exuded the bold and unrestrained spirit of the martial arts world.

Chu Ruohan carefully examined her, quite satisfied, and asked with a light smile, "What's your name?"

"My name is Song Ruyan."

The wet nurse frowned, a hint of displeasure on her face, and gently scolded, "This is the Marquis's residence, with strict rules. You must refer to yourself as a servant."

Song Ruyan was slightly taken aback by the reprimand, and subconsciously scratched her head, looking rather awkward.

Chu Ruohan waved her hand, "It's alright. She's a person from the martial arts world. Too many rules and regulations would only make her uncomfortable."

Song Ruyan glanced at Chu Ruohan gratefully and nodded vigorously. She felt that this seemingly weak young lady was very understanding and easy to serve.

"Miss, I just came by and ran into a man. He looks like he knows martial arts." Song Ruyan seemed to remember something, her face full of interest.

The wet nurse explained from the side, "That's Yingqing, the young master's personal guard."

Chu Ruohan's eyes lit up immediately, and she asked curiously, "Can you beat him?"

"You'll know once you fight."

Song Ruyan's competitive spirit was aroused, and she looked eager to try.

Meanwhile, Gu Junze also learned that the Chu family had sent over a maid who knew martial arts.

Ying Qing and Song Ruyan were both skilled in martial arts. In just that brief moment of passing each other, they both realized that the other was no ordinary person.

“Your Highness, since you don’t trust Physician Fang, why not try a folk doctor instead?” Yingqing suggested.

Gu Junze hadn't taken the medicine prescribed by Physician Fang for the past few days. Instead, he secretly poured it all away when no one was looking. He actually felt much better and was no longer as drowsy and weak as before.

"Find an excuse to go out in a few days." Gu Junze narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair.

He knew that if he wanted to cure himself of the poison, he had to get rid of the spies in the mansion.

"Your Highness, I have found out that the incense..." Ying Qing had not finished speaking when she suddenly heard a strange noise, and her alertness immediately arose.

Who's outside?

With that, he dashed out...