"Were you happy just now?" Mo Liancheng slowly spoke, and when he asked this question, his gaze was firmly fixed on Qu Tan'er's eyes, as if trying to see through her innermost thoughts. Why was she so happy when the fourteenth prince arrived? Was she uncomfortable being with him while painting?
For some reason, an unpleasant mood surged up within him, an emotion even he found unfamiliar.
Sour, bitter, and a bit uncomfortable...
Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched.
Facing Mo Liancheng's inexplicable and head-scratching question, she truly...didn't know how to answer. However, it was true that she felt happy when she saw the fourteenth prince coming in because she thought of a way to leave the residence.
"Your Highness, it's an honor to grind ink for you. Tan'er is naturally very happy," Qu Tan'er replied with a gentle and obedient appearance. She smiled gracefully at Mo Liancheng, and her words were spoken calmly, with a face that didn't turn red, with no signs of breathlessness. She acted as if it were true. However, secretly, she almost felt like throwing up, and goosebumps sprouting were inevitable.
Was there anyone who didn't like to hear flattering words? Would Mo Liancheng be an exception?
Mo Liancheng slowly narrowed his eyes, "Oh, is that what you truly think?"
"Tan'er does."
"Hmm..." Suddenly, he fell silent.
She didn't like him, he knew that from the very beginning.
Or maybe, he should hate himself for being too clear about it, so...
Mo Liancheng leaned back slowly in his chair, closed his eyes like he was tired, and his exquisite features remained calm as water. It was impossible to discern any thoughts in his mind. After a while, he slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing the usual slight smile. Opening his phoenix eyes, he moved the ruined painting to the side, took out another sheet of paper, delicately outlined it, and started painting again.
"Continue grinding the ink," Mo Liancheng calmly said, but his gaze remained on the painting.
Qu Tan'er also maintained a calm expression, and she continued the grinding motion that had momentarily stopped.
Meanwhile, Mo Jingxuan was on the side, sipping the tea and eating the snacks brought by Jingx Xin.
"Do you have something to say?" Mo Liancheng glanced at Mo Jingxuan, opening his mouth indifferently.
"It's not a big deal, just a small matter."
"Oh."
"First Brother has taken action."
"Hmm."
"Eighth Brother, what are you planning to do?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, but Second Brother is not idle either. It seems they are all getting anxious." Mo Jingxuan shrugged, showing a hint of helplessness.
Qu Tan'er lowered her eyes, feeling a bit helpless. Whenever they spoke these words, it seemed intentional to bring them up in front of her, making her uncomfortable.
At this moment, Mo Liancheng responded calmly, "Let them be, the position of the Crown Prince is not easy to occupy."
"What about Eighth Brother?"
"What do you think?" Mo Liancheng asked in return, but the one he addressed was not Mo Jingxuan; it was Qu Tan'er, who stood silently beside him.
"Eighth Sister-in-law, what do you think, who will eventually take the position of the Crown Prince?" Mo Jingxuan also focused all his attention on Qu Tan'er, seemingly wanting to hear her opinion.
"I don't know." Qu Tan'er lightly pulled the corner of her mouth, responding indifferently.
Sheesh, they were asking her this question, then whom should she ask in return?
Did they really think she was a deity? Or were they just testing her reaction?
Thinking deeper, indeed, Mo Liancheng... probably wouldn't believe her.
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