Returning home, Bai Zhizhan felt so bewildered that he didn't even know how he had gotten there.
Indeed, it was a home—and not the guesthouse of the Navy Commander's headquarters.
This "home" was something quite extraordinary; it was a manor located in the northern suburbs of the Imperial Capital, next to the Royal Garden.
After much reflection, Bai Zhizhan had realized only one thing.
All of this must have been arranged well in advance, and everyone who knew the truth had kept it from him, not just Li Yunxiang but also his iron buddy Zheng Jiangming.
On the day he set off for Baku, Zheng Jiangming's expression hadn't been right; he knew already!
No wonder Li Yunxiang and Fang Suqing acted the way they did, for this was a marriage bestowed by the Holy Emperor.
At the airport, when the Imperial Guard produced the imperial gold medallion, a symbol of identity, Bai Zhizhan had a sudden epiphany, linking all the previous suspicions together.
She was not Zhang Xiaoqing at all!
