C143 How Could It be Fake

Seeing Bai Suyue's confidence, Feng Qingcheng's eyes turned darker. He put his hand on his knee and patted her lightly.

"Yue'er, since you've come out, there's no need to rush back. Tomorrow is the deadline set by the emperor. This prince will accompany you to the palace!"

A hint of surprise appeared in Bai Suyue's eyes. "Really?"

"Then how can it be fake?"

Feng Qingcheng smiled