"Yes." Qu Taner walked lightly with her skirt swaying to the chair beside her. She slowly sat down and folded her hands on her knees, pretending to be a lady again.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Mo Liancheng stood up slowly, turned around, and faced Qu Tan'er. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his lips were raised into a smile that was not a smile.

"Yes -" Qu Tan'er raised his head slightly and wanted to reply, but when his eyes came into contact with Mo Liancheng's appearance, he was stunned. His eyes widened and then narrowed. He was right.

, it’s not like he’s seeing a ghost, it’s indeed that face that makes people hate him so much.

Mo? Yes, she has a pig head, and that scumbag also said his surname was Mo!

Mo Liancheng?!

Qu Tan'er looked away calmly, her face as usual, "Tan'er came here to ask the prince if he has time to accompany Tan'er back to Qu's Mansion tomorrow."

"Do you think this king looks familiar?" Mo Liancheng asked suddenly, but avoided her question. His eyes were fixed on Qu Tan'er's face, and there was no scream, curse, or impulsiveness as expected. It was somewhat different from what he expected.

In other words, why am I a little disappointed? There is no anger or change of face...

"I'm not familiar with it. Tan'er never comes into contact with strange men." He opened his eyes and told lies.

"Why did you forget me so quickly? I thought you would be very happy to see me, but it turned out that you were not." Mo Liancheng's noble demeanor and steady and elegant steps approached Qu Tan step by step.

My dear, those phoenix eyes are full of affection and soft light, more attractive than the bright moon in the sky.

Qu Tan'er lowered her eyes and remained silent. Silence is the best answer.

"Why, aren't you happy to see me?" Mo Liancheng's voice sounded like a gentle spring breeze, a bit bewildering.

"Your Majesty misunderstood, I am naturally happy." Qu Tan'er smiled softly and sang a rap for him very cooperatively, "Tan'er has always admired Your Majesty in the past. I heard that Your Majesty is extremely handsome and charming, even more beautiful than Yixiangyuan.

The top girl here is even more beautiful, and when I saw her today, she really lived up to her reputation."

In her soft and thin voice, she said something that sounded extremely admiring.

It's just that these words... are weird.

Comparing a dignified prince with the top brass in a brothel? Also, comparing him, a grown man, with a woman?

The corner of Mo Liancheng's mouth twitched inadvertently, and he said calmly: "It seems that I have really underestimated you."

"I don't know what the prince means." Pretending to be confused while pretending to understand is definitely a state of mind.

"You know very well."

"Tan'er doesn't understand."

"Playing dumb?"

"Tan'er doesn't dare, please let the prince make it clear."

"Don't you call me your husband, or are you in love with me?" Mo Liancheng changed his words and was very impressed by what he heard during the wedding night one night. He naturally understood that that night, she was deliberately disliked.

The feeling was really not very good, and this had always bothered him.

"Don't you like it, Your Majesty? Then let Tan'er call you Husband." Qu Tan'er did it intentionally. This is how ordinary scholars call their wives, and the wife calls her husband. And he is an extremely noble prince! He is undoubtedly called Xianggong.

After lowering his status, why not call him husband...right?

"Forget it." Mo Liancheng looked indifferent.

"Oh, will the prince be free tomorrow? Can you..."

"Is something wrong?" Mo Liancheng seemed to have deliberately interrupted her at this moment.

"Yes, that's—"

"Oh?" Whether intentionally or not, he could always pick a moment to say something. "Yes." Qu Tan'er moved lightly, her skirt swaying, to the chair aside, and slowly sat down, with her hands on her knees.

After a stack, everyone pretended to be ladies again.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Mo Liancheng stood up slowly, turned around, and faced Qu Tan'er. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his lips were raised into a smile that was not a smile.

"Yes -" Qu Tan'er raised his head slightly and wanted to reply, but when his eyes came into contact with Mo Liancheng's appearance, he was stunned. His eyes widened and then narrowed. He was right.

, it’s not like he’s seeing a ghost, it’s indeed that face that makes people hate him so much.

Mo? Yes, she has a pig head, and that scumbag also said his surname was Mo!

Mo Liancheng?!

Qu Tan'er looked away calmly, her face as usual, "Tan'er came here to ask the prince if he has time to accompany Tan'er back to Qu's Mansion tomorrow."

"Do you think this king looks familiar?" Mo Liancheng asked suddenly, but avoided her question. His eyes were fixed on Qu Tan'er's face, and there was no scream, curse, or impulsiveness as expected. It was somewhat different from what he expected.

In other words, why am I a little disappointed? There is no anger or change of face...

"I'm not familiar with it. Tan'er never comes into contact with strange men." He opened his eyes and told lies.

"Why did you forget me so quickly? I thought you would be very happy to see me, but it turned out that you were not." Mo Liancheng's noble demeanor and steady and elegant steps approached Qu Tan step by step.

My dear, those phoenix eyes are full of affection and soft light, more attractive than the bright moon in the sky.

Qu Tan'er lowered her eyes and remained silent. Silence is the best answer.

"Why, aren't you happy to see me?" Mo Liancheng's voice sounded like a gentle spring breeze, a bit bewildering.

"Your Majesty misunderstood, I am naturally happy." Qu Tan'er smiled softly and sang a rap for him very cooperatively, "Tan'er has always admired Your Majesty in the past. I heard that Your Majesty is extremely handsome and charming, even more beautiful than Yixiangyuan.

The top girl here is even more beautiful, and when I saw her today, she really lived up to her reputation."

In her soft and thin voice, she said something that sounded extremely admiring.

It's just that these words... are weird.

Comparing a dignified prince with the top brass in a brothel? Also, comparing him, a grown man, with a woman?

The corner of Mo Liancheng's mouth twitched inadvertently, and he said calmly: "It seems that I have really underestimated you."

"I don't know what the prince means." Pretending to be confused while pretending to understand is definitely a state of mind.

"You know very well."

"Tan'er doesn't understand."

"Playing dumb?"

"Tan'er doesn't dare, please let the prince make it clear."

"Don't you call me your husband, or are you in love with me?" Mo Liancheng changed his words and was very impressed by what he heard during the wedding night one night. He naturally understood that that night, she was deliberately disliked.

The feeling was really not very good, and this had always bothered him.

"Don't you like it, Your Majesty? Then let Tan'er call you Husband." Qu Tan'er did it intentionally. This is how ordinary scholars call their wives, and the wife calls her husband. And he is an extremely noble prince! He is undoubtedly called Xianggong.

After lowering his status, why not call him husband...right?

"Forget it." Mo Liancheng looked indifferent.

"Oh, will the prince be free tomorrow? Can you..."

"Is something wrong?" Mo Liancheng seemed to have deliberately interrupted her at this moment.

"Yes, that's—"
Chapter completed!