"Is Eighth Prince good to you?" Mo Yihuai was momentarily lost in thought and unconsciously asked this question.
"Very good. The prince treats Tan'er well. I appreciate First Prince's concern," Qu Tan'er softly replied.
"That's good."
"It seems like the First brother cares a lot about this prince's consort?" Mo Liancheng lightly raised an eyebrow, smirking as he looked at Mo Yihuai.
"It's eighth brother being overly sensitive."
"Oh, really?"
"If eighth brother has nothing else, then I'll take my leave."
"Yu Hao, escort the First Prince out," Mo Liancheng chuckled lightly, signaling Yu Hao to accompany Mo Yihuai.
"No need. I know the way," Mo Yihuai waved his hand dismissively, stood up, and left.
Once Mo Yihuai left and the door closed, Qu Tan'er's eyes glared at the comfortably reclining figure beside her. Her lips curled into an unfriendly expression as she asked, "Is it comfortable leaning on me?"
"It's not uncomfortable," Mo Liancheng casually responded, lips slightly parted.
"It wouldn't be too much trouble to sit up straight, right?" she inquired again.
"Indeed."
"Then, it's best for you to move your body and lift your head."
"Leaning on you for a while won't kill you."
"Alright then, let's make a deal. Since I'm not opposed to leaving the residence multiple times, I'll add another condition," Qu Tan'er nonchalantly proposed.
"Women are too greedy," Mo Liancheng remarked.
"I'm sorry, this is not greed. It's what I deserve."
"Oh?" Mo Liancheng smirked and stopped leaning on her and sat up.
"If there's nothing else, may I go now?" Qu Tan'er asked, stifling a yawn.
"Sure," Mo Liancheng agreed without further elaboration.
Qu Tan'er stood up immediately and headed towards the door. Initially planning to return straight to the Snow courtyard, she had spent the whole night busy, and she assumed Jing Xin would be searching for her everywhere by now.
However...
"Eighth Princess."
A soft call made Qu Tan'er's steps abruptly stop. Her frozen body stood still, not turning around, and her face showed a mix of frustration and anger. Wasn't this person just seen in the study? If he hadn't left, could it be that he had been waiting here for her?
"What? Eighth Princess doesn't want to see this prince?" Mo Yihuai walked slowly towards her.
"Greetings to First Prince. Does Your Highness have any business with me?" Qu Tan'er took a deep breath, calming her face to a serene state. Only then did she slowly turn around, offer a graceful curtsy, and smile faintly at Mo Yihuai.
"Nothing at all. Can't this prince find you without a reason? Forgetting this prince so quickly, it truly makes this prince uncomfortable and unhappy," Mo Yihuai raised an eyebrow slightly, expressing some displeasure at Qu Tan'er's distanced behavior.
"Tan'er doesn't understand Your Highness' meaning?"
"You understand. You know very well what this prince means."
"What does Your Highness want to say?" Qu Tan'er lowered her eyelashes, not meeting Mo Yihuai's gaze. Seeing Mo Yihuai coming closer, she couldn't help but take a step back, maintaining an appropriate distance. What was this man trying to do? Was he up to no good? Being so openly unreserved in the Eighth Prince's residence? There were countless eyes watching from the shadows, and he was blatantly causing trouble for her...
~Thank You for Reading, Please Comment Below~
.jpg)
0 comments:
Post a Comment