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Chapter 789 Finale

The days passed one by one.

The relationship between Qian Zhenyun and Gu Qingchen deepened with each passing day.

Gu Qingchen gradually learned how to manage household chores and handle various affairs in the mansion.

She was no longer the naive young girl who only knew how to ride and shoot.

She became more composed, yet still retained the purity and righteousness that were in her bones.

Qian Zhenyun remained by her side, like a mountain, sheltering her from the wind and rain.

Gu Qinghong has also grown up a lot.

He was no longer satisfied with tinkering with those gadgets at home.

He began to get involved in politics, and would occasionally visit the Qian residence to discuss state affairs with Qian Zhenyun.

Qian Zhenyun discovered that his brother-in-law had an amazing talent for politics.

Zhao Chen'an would also visit the Qian residence from time to time.

He remained the same gentle and refined prince.

However, the melancholy between his brows seemed to have deepened.

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Chu Ruohan sat on the veranda, not moving for a long time, just staring blankly at the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard.

"What are you thinking about now?"

Gu Junze walked over with a plate of fruit and placed it on the stone table next to her.

Now that he has shed the heavy burden of being the Duke of Zhenguo, he has changed into ordinary clothes, and the sharpness in his eyes has faded, leaving only gentleness.

Chu Ruohan sighed and put the scissors down.

"It's all about the children."

She picked up a piece of melon, then put it back; she had no appetite.

"I heard that Xuan-ge'er has been chasing after the youngest daughter of the Vice Minister of War every day lately, but the girl doesn't pay any attention to him at all."

“And then there’s Brother Lu,” she frowned even more, “he’s not getting any younger, and he still hasn’t found a girl he likes.”

Gu Junze picked up the scissors and slowly began to trim the potted plant next to him.

"The children are all grown up and have their own ideas, why do you care so much?"

"Relax, just stay with me and enjoy our little life together, that's better than anything else."

Chu Ruohan wanted to say more, but laughter and chatter came from the courtyard gate.

"Father, mother."

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun walked in side by side.

Years have passed, and Gu Qingchen has gained a more composed demeanor as the matriarch of the household, but when she sees her parents, she is still the same daughter who knows how to be affectionate.

Qian Zhenyun followed beside them, carrying several food boxes, and respectfully bowed to the two elders.

"Why are you here?" Chu Ruohan's gloomy expression immediately disappeared, and she got up to greet them.

"I've come to see you two," Gu Qingchen said with a smile, taking her arm. "And I'd also like to let you try some of the new desserts I've learned to make."

Qian Zhenyun opened the food box, and several exquisite pastries were placed on the stone table.

Chu Ruohan picked up a piece, tasted it, and her eyes lit up.

"Not bad, even better than the chefs in the manor."

The family sat in the courtyard, chatting about everyday things, from Gu Qinghong's performance in court to Zhao Chen'an's newly promulgated national policies, in a harmonious atmosphere.

As the sun sets, it paints the horizon a warm golden hue.

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun said goodbye and left, and the courtyard returned to tranquility.

Gu Junze took Chu Ruohan's hand, and the two walked slowly along the pebble path.

A gentle evening breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Neither of them spoke; they simply stood side by side, watching the afterglow of the setting sun bathe the entire courtyard.

Looking back now, those thrilling and dramatic events of the past have become blurry silhouettes in my memory.

Gu Junze turned his head to look at his wife beside him. There were already a few silver strands at her temples, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were filled with a soft light.

He tightened his grip on her hand.

Chu Ruohan felt the force and turned to look at him, her eyes reflecting the sunset and his figure.

She smiled, and he smiled too.

All that has passed has paved the way for this moment.

He is still the same him, and she is still the same her.

This is enough.