Suddenly, Qu Tan'er asked with a smile: "Haha, why is the prince back?"
"You seem to have forgotten that this is my king's bedroom."
"Oh my god, look at Tan'er's memory. It's really bad. Your Majesty, don't you know that Tan'er has been suffering from nocturnal disorder since he was a child, and he often accidentally walks into the wrong room." Is this a bad excuse? There is a door at the door.
In front of her eyes, Qu Tan'er was very worried that she had come in vertically and would go out horizontally.
"Have a bad memory?" Mo Liancheng asked slowly.
"Yes, I just have such a memory that I never make any progress."
"Nocturnal syndrome?"
"Yes." Qu Tan'er became more and more frightened as she answered.
"Wrong room?" Mo Liancheng nodded, seeming to understand, but he just repeated what she just said bit by bit.
"Yes, yes, I really went to the wrong room." Qu Tan'er tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying her best to show a smile. She also understood that the excuse was too bad and not convincing at all.
"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing. I have long said that you should never go to places you shouldn't go."
"Yes, then the prince will divorce Tan'er." Qu Tan'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she made it clear. "Tan'er knew from the beginning that the prince had never thought of marrying Tan'er, and he never did.
I like Tan'er and marry Tan'er just because of an imperial edict. Since the prince doesn't want her, Tan'er doesn't dare to have any delusions. The best solution is... to write a letter of divorce."
Mo Liancheng was silent.
After a long while, he said slowly: "I will never divorce you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for being so kind." Qu Tan'er smiled hypocritically. He wanted to divorce, but she didn't want to leave yet. She had found the bed she was looking for, where else could she run to?
"However, if you choose to terminate your life on your own, I will leave your body intact."
"Huh?" Oh, it turns out...
It's just that she doesn't want to die at all.
"Hang yourself?" Mo Liancheng glanced at the roof beams, as if checking whether the beams in this house were strong enough.
"No, this is the prince's bedroom. If I hang here, will it dirty your place?" Qu Tan'er laughed dryly, followed his line of sight and glanced in the direction of the roof, and felt a chill in his heart for no reason.
She trembled slightly, but in order to prevent someone from being impulsive, he rushed over to help her quickly step onto the road to hell, and stepped aside without leaving a trace.
You can't walk in front, and you can't retreat when there is a bed in the back. There is no way to retreat except to the empty space next to it.
"I don't mind." Mo Liancheng smiled calmly, as if he really didn't mind this matter.
"No, hanging is too tiring. It's quite troublesome to climb up and fall down again." Qu Tan'er shook her head lightly, not agreeing with his suggestion.
"Then kill yourself." Mo Liancheng was not in a hurry and kindly gave her a second option.
"You need a knife to kill yourself. There isn't one in this house..."
"I don't have a sword, but there is a sword behind you. It's hanging on the wall. It just happened to fit in your hand." Mo Liancheng smiled strangely and glanced at the wall behind her, asking her to figure it out.
"..." Qu Tan'er really wanted to hit her to death, but despite all the calculations, she missed this point. She couldn't retreat, but she had to retreat this way.
Sure enough, God really wanted to kill her.
"Do you need my help?"
"Haha, no need. I'm afraid of seeing blood. I'll faint when I see blood. Besides, I'm weak and I'm afraid I won't be able to lift the sword, so I'd better forget it."