Mo Liancheng watched as she indifferently inserted the golden order at her waist and said nothing. He turned his eyes to her outstretched hand, but his eyebrows were raised gently.
âDo you want to take back your words?â Qu Tanâer squeezed the corners of her mouth, staring at him in disbelief.
Sure enough, if a manâs words are to be trusted then pigs will fly.
âDid Benwang agree?â
âYou just now obviously...â
âDoes Benwang have any documents?â
âYou...â The man had a poker face, and she understood.
âSince there are none, the divorce document will naturally not be given to you. You are still the eighth princess of Benwang.â Mo Liancheng smiled faintly and didnât mind her misunderstanding at all.
âThen what you mean is that the bed in your bedroom wonât be given to me?â Qu Tanâer narrowed her eyes and swept a gloomy look over. If he really dared to say yes, then she would fight with him. At this time, she clenched her fist and her anger rose wildly. She couldnât help wondering whether after enduring all these emotions for two years, she wouldnât just break on the spot.
âBenwang said that since you like that bed, it will be given to you.â
âFinally, you said something human.â Qu Tanâer took a deep breath and held back for a long time. At this moment, she finally eased up. Money she could take or leave, divorce she could take or leave, but the bed she couldnât do without.
But...
âBy the way, I wonât return the gold you gave me. Now that itâs in my pocket, donât expect me to spit it out.â The money had been collected and she is asked to vomit it back up? No way.
At worst, he would be unhappy and gave her a letter of divorce.
âBenwang didnât say I wanted to take it back.â Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, and his eyebrows did not even frown, so he directly gave her the âgolden orderâ.
âIf itâs okay, Iâll go back.â Qu Tanâer stared at him. She really didnât want to keep staring at him anymore. It would be better to go back and pile up the pillows and think about how to get back to the future.
âThe good play has just been staged. Why donât you stay with Benwang to watch it?â
âI donât want to watch. Keep it for you...â
âBrother Liancheng, so you are here. You made Qingyun look for you for a long time.â Zhao Qingyun appeared not far from outside of the courtyard. Before the person arrived, her voice carried over.
Qu Tanâer was just about to leave, but Zhao Qingyunâs sudden arrival disrupted her original idea and made her unable to leave for the time being.
âSheâs also quite good. Why didnât you marry her?â Qu Tanâer asked. She really didnât understand why he would refuse to marry a person who was so infatuated with him?
âDo you think she will be happy if Benwang really married her?â
âIndeed.â Entering the Eighth Prince Mansion might not lead to happiness. Even of outsiders think it looks happy and beautiful, in fact, only the person themself will know it.
It seems that... the man still had a little conscience, which was not too annoying.
âBrother Liancheng.â
As soon as the dialogue between the two ended, Zhao Qingyun flew into the courtyard with only one goal, trying to rush to Mo Lianchengâs arms.
Itâs just...
âAh!â Qu Tanâer was inadvertently pulled over, and her whole body was slammed against a certain chest. In the end, though she was still confused at how it happened, she ended up sitting on the stone stool.
Zhao Qingyunâs speed had not been slow, but Mo Lianchengâs movements were faster than that. He had stretched out his hand and pulled Qu Tanâer, then gently sat her down next to him.