Zhuang Ruoyun's heart skipped a beat.

Gu Zixiao is really too perceptive.

He is worthy of being the future prince of Daqi.

He actually saw through the reason.

But Zhuang Ruoyun couldn't admit it.

She hurriedly said: "No, they didn't force me. Selling Zhuangzi is also the result of my deliberation."

Gu Zixiao looked at her puzzled: "In that case, isn't it just right for you to accept my help?"

"I will give you the money, and you can continue to run your shop. If you don't want to accept my favor, you can let me borrow it temporarily."

"The days are still long, you can pay back slowly."

Zhuang Ruoyun's eyes became hot.

She was ashamed of showing such enthusiasm to the eldest prince.

She doesn't deserve it.

Zhuang Ruoyun tried her best to calm down, not wanting to cry in front of him, but he found out.

She said: "His Royal Highness, thank you for your kindness, but I want to sell the shop directly instead of continuing to operate it."

"I came back this time just to clean up what was left in the capital."

The blackness in Gu Zixiao's eyes was like falling ink, which made his expression look a little gloomy.

He was silent for a while.

When he spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Ruoyun, if the shop is sold, you will never go back to Daqi again."

"Will I still see you in the future?"

Zhuang Ruoyun couldn't answer.

It turned out that Gu Zixiao could tell that after she planned to sell all the shop, she would never come back.

So he stepped in to help secretly, also to keep her.

At least the shop is here, Zhuang Ruoyun still thinks about it.

Zhuang Ruoyun lowered his head, a tear rolled down his cheek.

She forced herself to remain calm, so as not to let the eldest prince see her reluctance and sadness.

"Your Highness, I'm married. Baijan is from the Western Regions. I will definitely follow him in the future."

"Although I seldom go back to Daqi again, I will never forget you."

"Your Highness, do you still remember the agreement we made in Xili?"

"I want to become a wealthy man, and Your Highness, I want to be the wisest monarch in Daqi."

"In the days when I can't see each other, I am working hard for my dream."

When Zhuang Ruoyun raised his head again, he smiled very dignifiedly.

She stood up: "Your Highness, I have been out for a long time, I have to go back."

"In any case, thank you for your care, Your Highness."

After Zhuang Ruoyun finished speaking, Fushen resigned.

"Ruoyun!" When she walked to the door, Gu Zixiao suddenly got up and called her.

Zhuang Ruoyun didn't look back, but tilted her head slightly: "Is there anything else your Highness wants to do?"

Gu Zixiao's expression was sad, his eyes gradually turned red.

His eyes were deep and complicated, and he finally asked, "Why didn't you write me back later."

"Is it because you married Baijan?"

Zhuang Ruoyun didn't dare to look at him, but hummed: "Yes."

In Gu Zixiao's thin eyes, darkness rose.

He sat back in the chair and said in a hoarse voice: "Understood, you go back, be careful on the road."

Zhuang Ruoyun hesitated for a moment, but said, "Your Highness, please step back and take care of yourself."

She left in a hurry without staying or looking back.

After Zhuang Ruoyun returned to the Zhuang Mansion, she entered her yard and closed the door directly.

Baijan is replying to Zhuang Miaoyin's love letter.

"My boss is back!" Baijan stood up to greet him.

However, he found that Zhuang Ruoyun was not in the right mood.

Her eyes were red, and she was lost, like a wandering spirit.

"Boss, what's the matter with you?"

As soon as he finished asking, Zhuang Ruoyun burst into tears.

How many years, she has not shed so many tears.

Zhuang Ruoyun, who always boasted of being strong, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Baijan, I'm sorry for him..."