On the way back, inside the black Bentley car.
Xiaoqi was sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Liu was driving, and Prince was in the back, quietly reading the newspaper.
Yes, reading the newspaper was a habit he had continued from childhood, cultivated by his now-deceased father.
"Xiaoqi."
"Your Highness, please speak," Xiaoqi quickly turned his head.
"I always feel, when I see her, there's a very familiar feeling, as if we've met before…"
Xiaoqi: ...
Xiao Liu: ...
"Your Highness, could it be you've seen her in a dream?" Xiaoqi tentatively asked.
Prince shook his head, "It's a feeling I can't quite explain. I'm sure it's the first time I've met her, but she feels so familiar, very familiar… So I'm wondering, long ago, did I meet my Grandmaster?"
Xiao Liu and Xiaoqi fell silent.
Ever since Prince was born, especially before his father passed away, he had no personal freedom.
What he learned was how to manage the Royal Family?
