After Qi Jingyun left, Yang Ruxin's face darkened. She deliberately drove him away because she truly didn't want to discuss matters related to the Imperial Family with him.
When Gu Qingheng returned, it was already dark, and he smelled slightly of alcohol.
"Prince Yun took me to Baoyue Building." After freshening up, Gu Qingheng entered the bedroom, not even visiting the children because he feared his alcohol scent might bother them. Instead of getting into bed, he sat on a chair by the window to drink tea.
"Did he talk about the matter of Prince Han?" Yang Ruxin, leaning against the headboard, was reading a medical book, and she glanced at the man not far away.
Gu Qingheng nodded: "He has a kind of suspicion."
"What kind of suspicion?"
"He thinks Prince Han is very similar to Flame."
"What?" Yang Ruxin suddenly sat up straight, "Flame? Prince Han? How is that possible?"
