Qu Tang´er is a c.o.c.kroach, thus she endured and spoke: „It´s been already two days since Tang´er has married. And tomorrow is precisely ——“


  „Really? It has been so long? If you didn´t mention Ben w.a.n.g would have already forgotten that in prince´s mannor there was someone like you.“ Mo Liancheng lightly raised his eyebrows. He was waiting. Waiting for her to remove the layers of camouflage from her face. If one pretended too well it would make people upset.

  „.……“ Qu Tang´er was certain that he was absolutely deliberate. He even repeatedly interrupted her on purpose. Anyway, she didn´t leapt out to curse him. Putting on a delicate and lovely little face was already enough aggrieving. So aggrieving she wanted to punch people. But, she was silent. Stopped talking. Waiting for him to ask.

  However, Mo Liancheng once more sat down beside teapoy. The corners of his mouth slightly evoked into a hint of smile. His hand just carried that cup of tea. His posture was n.o.ble and refined. He leisurely delivered the teacup to his mouth, carefully savoring the tea´s fragrance. He knew very well that she had something to say, yet he continued ignoring it.

  The atmosphere was very quiet. Both masters were silent.

  Suddenly, the corners of Qu Tang´er´s mouth slightly lifted, she abruptly spoke: „Tomorrow is bride’s home visit. Does your highness has time?“


  She seized the opportunity to swiftly speak these sentences.

  She has finally declared the purpose of her arrival.

  Mo Liancheng´s drinking tea movement was slightly sluggish, as if he didn´t expect that she would come up with such a move.

  Qu Tang´er smiled softly, waiting for Mo Liancheng´s reply. She has already spoke out anyway. The outcome wasn´t something she could control. However, waiting for a good while, Mo Liancheng didn´t utter even a word, „If your highness feels reluctant, Tang´er can ——“


  „Indeed quite reluctant.“ Mo Liancheng glanced at Qu Tang´er. If it was not for b.u.mping into her climbing the wall earlier, it´s very likely that he would also be deceived by her current educated and sensible, gentle and elegant, break just by a blow of wind´s little woman appearance.

  „Oh. Tang´er understood.“ He actually replied being reluctant? Then it means he won´t go.

  Since that person is not willing to go, she had no right to force him.

  „However……“ Mo Liancheng appeared to still have something to say.

  Without waiting for him to finish his speech, Qu Tang´er directly stood up, slightly curtsied and gracefully said: „If there´s nothing else, Tang´er will retire first then.“ After finis.h.i.+ng the speech, the little face carrying a warm smile nor too hurriedly nor too slowly turned around, made a step and slowly walked toward the doorway.

  However?

  There was no need for however. Now, it was she who didn´t want him to have a pastime! If someday he needed a help from her, he will have to stretch his skin-tight.

  Qu Tang´er lifted her little head, proud like a tiny peac.o.c.k.

  She walked resolutely, without looking back.

  She left too fast so she didn´t notice the hint of smile in Mo Liancheng´s eyes.

  „Master, do we leave just like this?“ Jing Xin catched her up and confusedly asked.

  „Or else what?“


  „His highness truly won´t accompany master?“


  „There´s no need for him to.“ When Qu Tang´er said this her eyes turned gloomy.

  „But……“


  „There´s no but. It´s already settled.“ She was upset to have to go back alone. Would it be truly all right? Whenever she recalled those people in Qu mannor who have never thought of her as a human being, her heart would just sink. Everyone says that ancient times were great. Great your s.h.i.+t! If one truly time traveled to here, even conventions and taboos would cost one´s life.

  On top of that, Qu Jianglin counts on her winning Mo Liancheng´s favor.

  And that wedding night thing has, she is afraid, already spread to Qu Jianglin´s ears. If she goes back, she would be certainly subjected to all kinds of hards.h.i.+p. Afterwards……she would look forward to when she died, if she could not pa.s.s through the Hall of King Yan[1]. Directly sent back to 21st century would be enough. She would be in bliss then. She would thank both heaven and earth.

  [1] chinese G.o.d of death