275: The Second Prince of Qiusi

The Second Prince of Qiusi

"Boss, are you curious?" Bai Zhou poured her a glass of water and asked.2

Since Jian Ai didn't leave immediately, Bai Zhou knew that she wanted to ask about the colored steel glass.

Jian Ai didn't hide it. She raised her eyebrows and nodded. She was indeed curious about Bai Zhou's connections.

Bai Zhou said, "I haven't had the chance to tell you that I'm not Chinese. I'm the second son of the 37th King of Qiusi, the Second Prince of Qiusi!"

"Spit…"

Jian Ai was caught off guard and sprayed the water in her mouth.

"Cough cough…" Jian Ai coughed violently twice and exhaled. Then, she looked up at Bai Zhou with a frightened expression and asked, "What did you say you were?"

Bai Zhou was speechless. "…"

"I'm the second son of the 37th King of Qiusi, the Second Prince of Qiusi!" Daybreak repeated his true identity word for word.

He looked at Jian Ai again. Even someone like her who had been through thick and thin like rebirth had her mouth half-open as if she had been struck by lightning. She couldn't return to her senses for a long time.

It was no wonder. This was too unexpected for Jian Ai.

After all, she had always thought that he was Chinese because he did have an Asian face. Other than the silver-white hair that he said he had inherited, there was no trace of a foreigner.

He was even fluent in Chinese and knew Baiyun City's dialect.

Who would have thought that such a person was a prince of Qiusi? This was too unbelievable!

As if knowing what Jian Ai was thinking, Bai Zhou coughed lightly and slowly explained, "My father has five wives. My mother was Chinese. I inherited the hair color of the Yale family, but I inherited my mother's looks, so I look like a pure Chinese."

Jian Ai was shocked. Did he inherit his silver-white hair?

Ah, wait! The main point now was not his hair.

"Are you a prince of Qiusi?" Jian Ai blinked, and a trace of dissatisfaction suddenly rose in her heart. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Bai Zhou immediately shrunk his neck and said, "I forgot."

Jian Ai: "…"

Forget it. It wasn't too late to know now. Jian Ai comforted herself in her heart. It was just that Bai Zhou's real identity was too noble. No wonder he had an innate noble aura. After so long, he was a prince of Qiusi.

However, when she thought about how the prince of Qiusi had knelt to her, Jian Ai couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. If the 37th King of Qiusi knew about this, would he get the entire world to chase after her?

"No wonder you said you could import colored steel glass at thirty percent of the price. So that's how it is," Jian Ai had calmed down and muttered.

When Bai Zhou heard this, he slowly said, "Although I'm a Prince of Qiusi, the laws of Qiusi are strict. Everything that I export requires a clear price list, and even the King is no exception. Thirty percent is the lowest price I can offer."

To put it bluntly, Bai Zhou meant that the Qiusi had a rule that everything had to be traded in the form of a transaction. Therefore, things could not be sold for free or given to others. This was also a tradition that had been maintained in Qiusi for a thousand years, and even the royal family was no exception.

Jian Ai nodded. "I understand. It's enough for you to do this."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ai suddenly looked at Bai Zhou with a suspicious look on her face. "So your full name is Yale Bai Zhou?"

Or was it Bai Zhou Yale?

Bai Zhou said calmly, "My full name is Yale Zistane Linmoor Caricillado Bai Zhou!"

Jian Ai was speechless.

"Forget it. I'll still call you Bai Zhou!" Jian Ai said.

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