The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

As far as Wei Rou knows, the East Palace has never been involved in these disputes.

He is obviously the future prince of the Daqing Kingdom, but it looks more like he has jumped out of the court and is unique.

Sometimes Wei Rou would think, is it because the Eastern Palace is too confident that no one will compete with him for the throne, or is he so lacking in interest in the throne that he wants to give it up to others.

Of course, these are not issues she needs to consider.

But she also vaguely smelled something unusual.

"Why did Donggong arrest the shopkeeper Qiao?"

Could it be that the bookstore blocked the way of the prince?

Hearing Wei Rou's tone, Gu Xi knew that she was thinking too much, so he smiled and said, "Don't think too much. The crown prince doesn't want to fight against me."

Thinking of the situation when the prince came to the mansion before, Wei Rou also felt that it was impossible.

"Could it be a bookstore..."

Gu Xi shook his head, stretched out his finger and tapped the tip of Wei Rou's nose.

"Neither. The prince knows that shopkeeper Qiao belongs to me, and seeing that the case of genuine and fake bank notes is raging in the city, he is worried that shopkeeper Qiao will be manipulated by someone with a heart. After all, shopkeeper Qiao runs the bookstore, and the prince does not want the bookstore to be destroyed. This brought him to the East Palace."

Wei Rou opened her eyes slightly.

"The prince is so good?"

After thinking about it, Wei Rou said again: "No, why doesn't the prince want the bookstore to be destroyed? The bookstore has nothing to do with him, why should he..."

Seeing the smile on Gu Xi's face, Wei Rou paused and realized.

"So the prince already knew that I was the owner of the bookstore?"

Gu Xi nodded.

Wei Rou: ...

She felt like sitting on pins and needles for an instant.

"I also said that the prince doesn't ask about world affairs, but I didn't expect him to know about it."

Wei Rou knew that it was absolutely impossible for Gu Xi to tell the prince about this kind of thing.

He knew that he wanted to hide his identity, so it was absolutely impossible for him to tell others.

Then there is only one possibility, which is discovered by the prince himself.

But how does the prince know that he lives in the East Palace?

A flash of light.

Wei Rou suddenly figured it out.

"Mingyue Building!"

Wan Ping mentioned before that Mingyue Tower is the property under the name of the prince. In this way, there may be more than one property in the capital that belongs to the prince.

To say it is an industry, I am afraid it is more appropriate to use the word "eyes and ears".

Wei Rou couldn't help but secretly startled.

"The prince knows so many things, but he knows you..."

"He didn't know."

Gu Xi shook his head, knowing that Wei Rou was referring to his background.

Wei Rou breathed a sigh of relief.

If the crown prince knew Gu Xi's background and got so close to him, Wei Rou would really wonder if he had ulterior motives.

After all, no one is strong enough to be a bosom friend with a person whose country was destroyed by his father.

"Then what are your plans in the future? After all, the crown prince treats you well."

Wei Rou had thought about this question before, but she never asked it out.

Now I just took this opportunity to ask.

Gu Xi fell into silence.

His tone was a little harsh.

"Rou'er wants to hear the truth?"

Seeing him like this, Wei Rou suddenly understood the torment in his heart.

She cupped Gu Xi's face and said in a low voice, "Needless to say, it doesn't matter, no matter what decision you make, I will support you."

Whether he chooses to be an enemy of the prince or turn hostility into friendship, she will support him.

He bears a blood feud, and he has endured much more suffering than she imagined.

At this time, she shouldn't embarrass him anymore.

Thinking of this, Wei Rou lowered her head and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Just pretend I didn't ask."

Gu Xi hugged her tightly in his arms, and responded with a low voice.