“Apply this medicine on your wrist every day, and also, deal with the scar on the back of your hand. So as not to be an eyesore for me,” Mo Liancheng, after applying medicine to the last wound, released her hand and also handed her a small bottle.
"Thanks. As for the scar... whether it's an eyesore or not is my personal problem. This medicine is good, we shouldn't waste it." Qu Tan'er, feeling the cooling sensation on her injured wrist, immediately understood that the medicine he brought was effective. She took it without hesitation, but she didn't bother applying it to the completely numb scar. She felt it was a waste. After all, her hand, her choice.
"You are this prince's wife." Mo Liancheng lightly said.
"So what?" What did he mean?
"So, your hand is also mine."
Qu Tan'er was puzzled, unmoving.
"If you don't want it, I can help you get rid of it, reducing a burden for you. Also, you won't need to bother applying medicine to it again."
"What are you trying to do?" Qu Tan'er was bewildered, staring at him suspiciously.
Talking about being reticent, talking about a good temperament—now she looked, he seemed to have no connection with those words at all.
"Help you cut off your hand."
Qu Tan'er suddenly couldn't understand Mo Liancheng's thoughts.
It was just an old scar, why insist on her applying medicine? Not applying medicine, he even threatened to cut off her hand—wasn't that childish? Qu Tan'er looked at him strangely, lifted the medicine bottle slowly, opened it, applied it to the wound on the back of her hand, and then gestured towards the door—asking him to leave.
"You're indeed foolish."
Mo Liancheng stared at her actions, saying nothing. He stood up, dropped this line, and then left without turning back.
Was she really foolish?
How was she foolish?
Qu Tan'er's lips curled, looking strangely toward the empty doorway.
"Master, it seems like the prince is quite concerned about you," Jing Xin chuckled, watching Qu Tan'er.
"Concerned? Where do you see him showing concern for me?" Qu Tan'er responded irritably. Didn't Jing Xin see the ruthlessness in Mo Liancheng's actions when he applied the medicine? Didn't she see how much she sweated in pain?
"The prince is indeed quite concerned about you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought the medicine over." Su Yuela also felt the same as Jing Xin.
Qu Tan'er felt distressed, feeling like another poor soul deceived by Mo Liancheng's appearance.
"I'm telling you, don't be fooled by his appearance. He..."
"Now what's wrong with this? I heard that the prince has handed over the power over the household to you. Tan'er, do you know? Although you were the eighth princess before, as an eighth princess without power, you couldn't even compete with a favored concubine. Now, it's different. In the future, you won't have to fear the other women in the mansion." Su Yuela lightly laughed, seeming quite satisfied with the current situation.
"Yuela, you're thinking too much." Qu Tan'er looked at Su Yuela, feeling a sense of unease rising in her heart for no apparent reason.
"I'm not thinking too much, Tan'er. This is a good opportunity. Take control of the power in the mansion and gain the prince's favor. Then the entire eighth prince's mansion will be yours. What's wrong with that? Don't you want it?" Su Yuela was dissatisfied.
"Yuela, don't you know what I want? This is not what I want at all."
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