"You're quite a good attendant." Jiang Siming still took the time to comment on her, then smiled, drove away, and decisively left the scene.
Amid the chaos, the armed men searched around but lost track of the Princess. By then, the police who had originally been stationed at the mountaintop had arrived, forcing the men to retreat.
The Princess had already left Mont Saint-Michel in Jiang Siming's car, heading toward central Paris.
Afraid that his friends might have been injured, Jiang Siming called Wei Shen and the others from the car. Only after learning that they were safe under the protection of many police officers did he hang up in relief.
At that moment, the Swedish Princess spoke. "So you're Chinese."
"What's wrong? You can understand Chinese?" Jiang Siming put down his phone and asked in surprise.
"I've studied eight languages, but Chinese is very difficult. I've only learned the basics and don't understand it very well." The Princess replied in Chinese.
Jiang Siming chuckled when he heard that. If Yoona and Ishihara heard her, they would probably be deeply discouraged. Her Chinese was so fluent, yet she called it merely the basics.
Her knowledge of eight languages also made Jiang Siming look at the Princess in a new light. As expected of someone from a noble royal family—the things they learned from childhood far surpassed what ordinary people learned.
"Thank you for saving me. Once I return, I'll have my Queen and Father King reward you properly," the Princess said gratefully.
Jiang Siming laughed. "What kind of reward? Are you going to make me your knight?"
The Princess blushed and hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no. I mean that my Father King and Queen will both thank you. Whatever you want, I can try to ask my Father King