"What do you mean by change of mind?" Helan Ruizhe seemed to be playing dumb. "Hasn't Grandma always liked you? And you won the polo match and gave her a unique gift at her birthday party. So, you're the only one who can be the Crown Princess, right?"

"Come on," Jin Suting was not fooled by him. She knew her own worth. "I still have self-awareness. Did you negotiate some conditions with the Queen Mother? Did you give up the qualification to inherit the throne for me?"

"What are you thinking?" Helan Ruizhe patted her head and smiled helplessly, "Grandma has only one grandson, so who else is qualified to inherit the throne besides me? I didn't really discuss any conditions. I just reminded Grandma that after weighing the pros and cons, you are the most suitable candidate."

"Really?" She didn't believe it. After all, every time she met the Queen Mother, she never looked at her in a good light. If she wasn't afraid of her, Jin Suting would have turned against her long ago!

"Really? Of course it's true." Helan Ruizhe said, "I have to thank my uncle. It was he who begged Grandma to marry Yu Qinglan to him. Grandma was most worried about Prime Minister Tang's power becoming too dominant. Between you and Tang Ruozhi, of course I chose you."

"So that's what's going on." Jin Suting was surprised. That was the Queen Mother's favorite candidate for the Crown Princess. Helan Yinsheng was really willing to risk his life to win the beauty.

***

Helan Ruizhe insisted on carrying Jin Suting out of the car. He felt that since he was the Crown Prince, he should pamper the Crown Princess. Of course, this was just what Helan Ruizhe thought.

Even though it was night, there were still some people coming and going in front of the general's mansion, after all, it was West Street.

A few people looked over, and Jin Suting buried her head in his arms shyly, but who here didn't know this "witch" who turned into a princess overnight? She covered her face with her hands, which was of no practical use.

Who said that information was blocked in ancient times? It had only been a few hours since Helan Minzhi's birthday party, and no one didn't recognize Helan Ruizhe. His portrait was circulated in the streets and alleys. He was no longer the ordinary prince of the past.