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Chapter 428 All those who hurt her in her previous life are now dead.

"Du Ruoling!" Chu Ruohan exclaimed, but it was too late.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Du Ruoling fell to the ground, but a strange smile appeared on her lips.

She didn't want to spend the rest of her life locked in this dark and damp prison; she'd rather end her life sooner rather than later.

More importantly, she wanted to use her own death to disgust Chu Ruohan.

"Regardless of... my past life..." Du Ruoling stammered, her life rapidly slipping away, "In this life... you come... to see me... but I... am dead... Chu Ruohan... let's see how... you... explain... yourselves..."

Chu Ruohan looked at her with pity, her tone unusually calm: "No need to explain. Your world is fine, but here, in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, power is a good thing."

"Your death will not cause any ripples; we can simply announce your death in six months."

Du Ruoling wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. Staring towards the cell door, she uttered her last words with difficulty: "If only I could... travel... back... after I'm dead..."

Chu Ruohan didn't look at her again and turned to leave.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, dispelling the winter chill.

Chu Ruohan looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

All those who hurt her in her past life have now passed away...

When Chu Ruohan returned to the General's Mansion from Jingzhao Prefecture, it was already close to dusk.

The setting sun in the cold winter cast a pale golden glow on the courtyard, making the red lanterns hanging on the corridor appear even more festive.

She pushed open the courtyard gate, and the warm fragrance from the incense burner wafted into the air, dispelling the chill she had experienced along the way.

The room was warm and cozy, with the charcoal braziers radiating heat.

Gu Junze was already sitting in the hall, holding their little daughter in his arms.

Meanwhile, Xuan-ge'er looked around curiously, his short legs constantly running around his sister.

Although he is not even two years old, he is already as lively as a little animal, full of curiosity about everything around him.

Chu Ruohan stood at the door, watching this heartwarming scene, and the gloom in her heart gradually dissipated.

Gu Junze looked up at her tenderly, his eyes filled with joy: "You're back."

His voice was deep and warm. He didn't ask where she had gone or why she was so late in returning.

Just those three simple words warmed Chu Ruohan's heart.

"Du Ruoling is dead," Chu Ruohan said directly, without any preamble.

Gu Junze nodded slightly: "Mm."

And so, without asking anything, without inquiring about what happened, without expressing surprise, it was as if this was just a trivial, everyday matter.

Looking at his calm face, Chu Ruohan couldn't help but add in her heart, "She committed suicide."

Gu Junze held his daughter, his gaze gentle yet firm: "No need for explanation, I believe you."

Four words, simple yet powerful, speak louder than a thousand words.

Chu Ruohan felt a sense of relief, knowing that no matter what happened, this man would always be on her side.

Xuan-ge'er suddenly ran over, hugged Chu Ruohan's leg with his little hands, looked up at her with an innocent smile on his face: "Mommy, hug me..."

The soft, childlike voice carried a hint of coquetry, and Chu Ruohan bent down and picked him up.

Xuan-ge'er's little hands immediately wrapped around her neck, his soft body pressed against her chest, exuding the unique milky fragrance of a child.

Chu Ruohan's heart melted instantly.

Looking at the child in her arms, and then at the daughter in Gu Junze's arms, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and peace.

All the hurt and pain from the previous life have vanished.

"Are you cold?" Gu Junze asked with concern, noticing the chill still lingering on her face.

“I’m not cold anymore,” Chu Ruohan replied. She wasn’t just referring to her body temperature.

The winter wind howled outside the window, but the room was warm as spring.

Chu Ruohan sat down next to Gu Junze and together they admired the two children's smiling faces.

At this moment, she knew that, regardless of her past or present life, her destiny lay here, beside this man and their child.

All hatred has subsided, all turmoil has passed.

In the days to come, all she wanted was to live a peaceful life with the one she loved.

Chu Ruohan woke up from a light sleep. The morning light was faint outside the window, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the window screen and fell on the bed.

She gently shifted her body and found that Gu Junze was no longer beside her, presumably having gone to court early in the morning.

For the past two months, the mansion has finally quieted down since the full moon celebration.

Du Ruoling's death was suppressed by the government, which only announced that she was imprisoned. As for the execution of Gu's mother, it was not publicized.

Chu Ruohan can finally enjoy this hard-won peaceful life.

She got up and put on her coat. Just as she was about to call Yuling in to help her wash up, she heard her daughter crying from next door.

"Miss is awake." Yu Ling pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of hot water. "Should I go and see her?"

Chu Ruohan shook her head: "No need, I'll go take a look."

She went to the small room next door, where the wet nurse was holding and comforting her crying daughter. When she saw Chu Ruohan come in, she quickly bowed.

"Madam, Miss may be hungry."

The wet nurse immediately sat down, unbuttoned her clothes, and began to feed Gu Qingchen. The little guy quieted down and focused intently on suckling, his little hands gripping the wet nurse's clothes tightly.

"My little darling is so hungry," Chu Ruohan said softly, gently stroking her daughter's soft hair.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and then Xuan-ge rushed in with unsteady little steps, followed by a panting maid.

"Oh dear, young master, please slow down!"

Xuan-ge'er is already two years old. He is lively and active, running around the mansion all day long, his toes never stopping.

Hearing that his younger sister had woken up, he rushed over. He was wearing a light yellow cotton-padded jacket, and his round little face was full of curiosity as he craned his neck to see his sister.

"Mother... Sister!" Xuan Ge'er called out in his childish voice, which was quite loud and startled Gu Qingchen, who was nursing.

Her little eyebrows were furrowed, just like Gu Junze's.

Chu Ruohan quickly made a shushing gesture: "Brother Xuan, keep your voice down, your little sister is nursing."

Xuan-ge blinked his big eyes, nodded obediently, and then cautiously approached, tiptoeing closer to watch his sister nurse, his eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

"Mom, is it delicious? I want some too!"

Chu Ruohan was amused: "Brother Xuan is a big kid now."

She held Xuan-ge'er in her arms and sat down on the chair, slowly feeding him snacks. "Yu-ling, bring Xuan-ge'er a bowl of milk."

Xuan-ge'er took the milk, held the bowl in his little hands, and drank most of it in one gulp.

Chu Ruohan quickly reminded him, "Drink slowly, don't choke."

Xuan Ge'er's mouth was covered in white milk stains from drinking, making him look both funny and cute.

Chu Ruohan chuckled softly as she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the child's mouth...