Ya Chen, although he couldn't see, seemed to sense her panic, "Don't be afraid, it's just my nanny."
He then turned towards the two middle-aged women, his tone suddenly serious, "I'm talking to Miss Chu, you may leave now."
The two nannies didn't dare disobey and left first.
"Jiayi, they're gone," Ya Chen said as he heard the fading footsteps, lifting his thin and pale lips.
Jiayi gazed at the man before her, feeling somewhat stirred.
This was the true, bona fide Crown Prince, not just some rich family's so-called 'Crown Prince A' or 'Crown Prince B.'
It took her a moment to come to her senses, and she asked sheepishly, "Should I... should I kneel? Or bow or something?"
This was the Royal Family—shouldn't she perform a courtesy?
Like in the palace drama series she had watched, where not only did people have to pay respect to the royal family, but even those of lower rank had to pay respect to those of higher rank.
