Prince Rui hardly noticed that his own trusted aide was about to faint from anger.
He was caught in a mental struggle over whether to let Young Master Gu and his daughter be together, discreetly glancing between Gu Lan and Rong Baoyi. At this moment, the young man seemed exceptionally pleasing to his eyes.
Gu Lan sat upright across from Prince Rui, his back straight, a red brocade ribbon wrapping his brow. His eyes were as gentle as black jade, dignified and elegant, seemingly very deceptive.
Prince Rui thought to himself, how could there be such an obedient and charming young boy? He really didn't know how Gu Chengzhao managed to have such a son. As for himself, he only managed to produce a fat, white dumpling of a son.
Prince Rui had also heard about the assassination attempt on Young Master Gu some time ago. All the information he received was from internal sources.
