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Chapter 109 Lin Jingchuan's Visit

He broke free from Chu Ruohan's gentle support and stumbled to Jin An's side.

Jin An's face was as pale as paper, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He forced himself to raise his hand and gently touched the little beggar's head.

"Child..." Then he began to cough violently, each cough feeling as if it were shattering his internal organs, causing his already weak body to tremble uncontrollably.

Jin An turned his gaze to Chu Ruohan, his eyes filled with pleading: "Madam...please..." His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Seeing this, Chu Ruohan quickly moved closer, wanting to hear his words clearly.

"Please...take this child...he...he's all alone...I can't bear to leave him..." Jin'an said, a single, cloudy tear rolling down his wrinkled face.

Having no other choice, he entrusted him to someone before he died.

Upon hearing Jin'an's words, the little beggar was first taken aback, then shook his head frantically: "No, you'll be alright, I don't want to leave you."

Chu Ruohan tried to help him up, saying, "I'll take you to see a doctor."

Jin'an shook his head again, knowing his body couldn't take it anymore: "Madam... I can't go on... This child... is clever and sensible... Please... give him a place to stay..."

Chu Ruohan felt a pang of sadness and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I promise you, I will treat him like my own child, ensuring he has enough to eat and wear and grows up safely."

Upon hearing Chu Ruohan's promise, Jin An's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

With his last bit of strength, he whispered in the little beggar's ear, so that only the two of them could hear him.

Chu Ruohan knew that he was giving his last words, and quietly took a few steps back.

"Live well. Your identity must never be revealed to anyone. This old servant can no longer protect you."

The little beggar stared wide-eyed, filled with shock and reluctance. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

He shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks like a burst dam.

Jin'an's eyes were filled with endless longing and worry. He raised his hand and touched the little beggar's head one last time, as if to imprint his image deep in his heart.

"Child...from now on...you must listen to your mother..." Before he could finish speaking, his hand fell limply to his side, and his eyes slowly closed.

The little beggar broke down in tears; his cries were heart-wrenching.

Chu Ruohan stood not far away, quietly watching this scene, her heart filled with bitterness.

She understood that the little beggar was suffering immense pain at that moment. She had experienced the pain of losing a loved one in her previous life; it was a pain that went deep into the bone and was unbearable.

Chu Ruohan slowly walked forward, squatted down, and gently hugged the little beggar in her arms. "Child, don't be sad. Your father would definitely want you to be alright."

When the little beggar asked her for money, he said it was to treat his father's illness, so Chu Ruohan really mistook Jin'an for his father.

Since Chu Ruohan appeared, the little beggar has never called out Jin'an's name again...

The little beggar leaned against Chu Ruohan's chest. He had lost Jin'an, but now, a warm embrace had taken him in.

Yu Ling's eyes were full of sympathy. She gently patted the little beggar's back and coaxed him softly.

Chu Ruohan stood up, holding the little beggar. She looked at Jin'an lying on the ground and said, "Ruyan, go find some people nearby to give the old man a proper burial."

Song Ruyan responded and turned to walk quickly out of the dilapidated temple.

After burying Jin'an properly, Chu Ruohan took the little beggar on her way back to the Marquis of Anyang's residence.

Throughout the journey, the little beggar remained silent, only tightly gripping Chu Ruohan's clothes, as if afraid that if he let go, he would lose this hard-won support.

Chu Ruohan looked at him with heartache, occasionally offering a few words of comfort, but the little beggar remained immersed in the grief of losing Jin'an, unable to extricate himself.

The carriage slowly drove into the Marquis of Anyang's residence. The servants in the residence were all surprised to see that the young mistress had brought back a dirty little beggar.

But at Chu Ruohan's prompting, no one asked any questions and simply went about their duties in silence.

As soon as she stepped into the gate of Hongmeng Courtyard, a servant rushed over to report, "Young Madam, the young prince of Yongwang Mansion has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Young Prince?"

Lin Xingyao's older brother.

Now that Lin Xingyao has been divorced and has no further connection with the Marquis of Anyang's mansion, what is the purpose of his visit?

Chu Ruohan handed the little beggar to Yuling, asking her to take him away and give him a good wash. She straightened her clothes and walked steadily toward the courtyard.

It was late autumn, the weather was getting cooler, and it was rather chilly outside. The leaves of the trees in the courtyard were turning yellow, and they shivered in the breeze.

Chu Ruohan saw Gu Junze and Lin Jingchuan playing chess in the courtyard from afar.

Her brows furrowed again. Gu Junze had just been detoxified and his body had not fully recovered. How could he be exposed to such a draft?

Chu Ruohan stepped forward, bowed according to custom, and then thought of leaving first so as not to disturb the two of them.

However, before she could turn around, Lin Jingchuan called out to her.

"Since the Crown Prince's wife has arrived, why don't you sit down and watch the game?"

Lin Jingchuan's voice carried an air of undeniable authority, and he wore a faint smile that was elusive.

Chu Ruohan hesitated, unsure of Lin Jingchuan's intentions.

Seeing that Gu Junze did not stop her, she slowly sat down to the side.

On the chessboard, black and white pieces are intertwined, and the two players are locked in a fierce battle.

This was the first time Chu Ruohan had seen Gu Junze play chess. He was focused, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the small space in front of him.

The sunlight gently shone on his earnest profile, outlining his straight nose and resolute features, leaving Chu Ruohan somewhat mesmerized.

Although Gu Junze's mind was focused on the chessboard, he still caught a glimpse of her dazed expression out of the corner of his eye.

A ripple stirred in Gu Junze's heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, his eyes filled with barely suppressed laughter.

"Was the Crown Prince's wife also at Qingfeng Restaurant that day?"

Lin Jingchuan suddenly spoke, his tone seemingly casual, but his eyes were fixed on Chu Ruohan.

Chu Ruohan was not surprised at all; it was normal for him to be able to find out about this.

After all, the Yong Prince's Mansion wielded immense power in the capital and had numerous informants.

Anyway, he didn't have any solid evidence; it was just speculation.

Whether it's Gu Chengyan or herself, they are all from the Marquis of Anyang's mansion, and the Prince Yong's mansion will always hold a grudge.

But it was indeed Gu Chengyan who set the trap first, and Chu Ruohan was just going along with it.

“Indeed.” Chu Ruohan nodded calmly, then continued, “I heard that the sea bass there is quite good, so I went to try it.”

Her tone was relaxed and natural, as if she were talking about something very ordinary, and her face showed no change whatsoever.