"How could a woman of mine ever fancy such trash? Wouldn't that be a grave undervaluation of my taste?" Mo Liancheng suddenly whispered arrogantly into her ear.
"Pfft!" Qu Tan'er burst into laughter!
"Haha!" Mo Liancheng laughed as well, then, in one move, swept her up onto the carriage.
Jing Xin hurriedly followed.
And Mo Yihuai's face grew increasingly unsightly.
Their laughter was a thorn in his eye.
He had long understood that he could no longer control Mo Liancheng, and moreover, even the last vestige of hope to win over Qu Tan'er had shattered today. Could a woman really change her heart so easily? What had started as a clever play had led to this day, where he not only lost his Lady but also his troops, ultimately serving to unite them?!
...
At night, the Eighth Prince Manor was exceptionally calm.
In the study of the Snow Courtyard, Shi Xue knelt in front of the desk, routinely reporting Qu Tan'er's activities of the day.
