He could smell something familiar earlier in the rain because it was a scent from Keqi. Now the woman, who looked exactly like his own father, smelt the same. Keqi was a prince in Leiluo and so was his father.

Since the woman looked so much like his father, she must be his father’s twin sister, and they smelt the same because the royal family of Leiluo used the same perfume.

“Oh…” Frise was supprised, “You are clever.” Clever people were dangerous. “I am Mingxu’s aunt.”

“Keqi’s aunt?” asked Li Qinghao.

“Keqi?” Frise was alerted, “right. His name in Leiluo is Keqi Leiluofill.” Keqi told the young man his real name. but why? Shouldn’t he avoid those who used to had history with Han Mingxu?

“It is my honor to be invited by your highness.” Said Li Qinghao. Li Qinghao’s wet shirt was taken off and now he was wearing a pure white silk bathrobe. People who took him here was not too bad. Coming to the window, he pulled open the curtain, “may I know why you invite me here?”

As the curtain was open, there was nothing outside the window but darkness.

“Disappointed?” Frise sat on a chair and waved the man standing next away.

“Not at all.” He anticipated that. Li Qinghao sat down on the sofa beside the window. “You look familiar. I may have seen you somewhere. Right. I saw a picture of Keqi’s father’s at his home. You look a lot like him.”

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Frise didn't understand Li Qinghao's purpose, but this she could chat about, “he's my twin brother."

"Oh." Li Qinghao nodded, " could you tell me why you brought me here?" From invite to bring, Li Qinghao sounded aggressively all of sudden.

Frise was surprised by the sudden change of his tone. He was peaceful a moment ago, but now sending a condescending message although he looked peaceful.

This feeling was especially familiar as if she had experienced it somewhere.

No, it is impossible for a small boss of a trading company to raise such a son. The young man knew himself very well. What he said and every emotion was not build up in one day. It was a habit, a habit that was developed since childhood. What was he exactly?

"They told me that my nephew was so close to you that he forgot that he had country affairs to deal with." Frise hid her surprise instantly and returned to be elegant as usual.

Li Qinghao learned that the woman was good at dealing with all kinds of the unexpected and that she had to intention of hurting him.

"I go to the same college as him and I had an accident because of him two years go. One thing led to another. We are close." Although they were having a casual conversation, Li Qinghao still could sense that the woman was cautious against her nephew.

Why was that? She was the only daughter of the old king, and Keqi was heir to the throne. Both were the top hierarchy. If the old king died and Keqi was crowned, he had to count on her because she was the only family had in the world.

But she... A thought sparkled in his mind. It was the throne. Next chapter -> Looks like we've reached an agreement.