Yang Ruxin turned and walked into the main hall, speaking as she moved, "Gu Qingheng, are you up yet?"
"I am." Gu Qingheng himself maneuvered his wheelchair out from the room.
"Are you familiar with the laws of our dynasty?" Yang Ruxin hurried over to help him into the courtyard. At this time, although the rooms in rural houses were quite spacious, they were all papered over with window paper, which was poor in letting light through; thus, even during the daytime, they seemed quite dark, not as comfortable as the courtyard.
"I am familiar," nodded Gu Qingheng, "Why? Have you gotten into legal trouble?" At just ten years old, he had been able to recite all the law books of the dynasty from memory.
"What trouble could I possibly cause?" Yang Ruxin burst into a smile upon hearing this. "I want to ask you, like with my family's situation, if I were to become wealthy in the future, would those people from the Yang Family have any right to come and demand money?"