Feeling dizzy... I've been fooled...
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her body. Her innerwear was unexpectedly torn open? What kind of joke was this?!
"Your Highness... um-"
Spring night, the bed of passion, an endless entanglement.
For seven days and seven nights, she never stepped out of the bedroom...
On the eighth day, early in the morning.
On the bed, Qu Tan'er's eyes lazily swept over her body. New and old kiss marks were visible everywhere, truly a sorry sight.
Was this Mo Liancheng guy frustrated for too long? Weren't there plenty of women in the Eighth Prince's mansion? Was it just for show? This guy, this guy... Although she felt the body wasn't hers, the soul was, and it felt...
For the first time, she found her thoughts from seven days ago a bit naive.
What did it matter if the body wasn't hers? In the end, she didn't feel like it wasn't...
Meanwhile, Mo Liancheng's eyes sparkled with an unprecedented radiance. The smile on his lips, no longer as indifferent as usual, now carried an indescribable warmth and tenderness. Rising from bed, getting dressed, putting on shoes—everything was done effortlessly and comfortably, like flowing clouds and running water.
Finally, standing in front of the bed, he lazily stretched. His breathtakingly beautiful features looked even more proud and charming.
"Your Highness..." Qu Tan'er, leisurely observing his flirtatious actions was sore all over, and it was likely that she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a day or two. However, tired as she was, she hadn't forgotten the crucial point. She urgently reached out from the covers with a small, white hand, gritted her teeth, and said, "Bring the letter of divorce."
Enduring it for the sake of the letter.
Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng glanced back casually, and raised his delicate eyebrows, "This prince is not satisfied. We'll talk about it after the next seven nights."
With a faint and light tone, he brushed his sleeves and left with large strides!
Qu Tan'er stayed there, completely dumbfounded.
Unbelievable! What did he just say?
Frozen for a few seconds—
"Mo Liancheng, you damn bastard!! Did you trick me? Did you?!"
The massive roar echoed far and wide in the Snow courtyard... lingering in the ears for a long time.
Half an hour later.
"Mistress, Lady Yin is here to see you." Jing Xin reported from outside the door.
"I won't see her!"
After a while.
"Lady Yun is here, Mistress."
"Won't see her. Let them all get lost!" Bang, bang, bang, various sounds of venting frustration by throwing things in the room could be heard.
Half a day later.
Frost courtyard's study.
Yuhao hurriedly entered, standing on the side without saying a word.
Mo Liancheng, sitting at the desk, gently placed down his brush, looked up with a smile, and asked, "How's the princess?"
"Replying to Master, the princess has finally calmed down and started eating. Today, several ladies wanted to visit the princess, but the princess refused all of them."
"Well, these women really can't stay still."
"But, Master, you..." He didn't understand why his master suddenly lost his composure.
Mo Liancheng glanced at him, understanding what he was thinking. He couldn't help but lightly laugh, saying, "Are you puzzled? There's no reason. Just wanted to... be willful for once, and listen to her."
That's right, didn't she tell him to be willful once in a while?
Then he will be willful for once and not pretend.
As for the consequences of not pretending, she naturally had to bear them.
Because his true nature wasn't good...
"How's the information lockdown?" Mo Liancheng asked.
"As for the events in the Snow Courtyard over the past seven days, there haven't been any unfavorable rumors spreading. Externally, it's only claimed that the princess has been unwell recently, and you, Master, have been taking care of her diligently for seven days. Now she's recovered."
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