"Entering Eighth Prince Manor and presenting tea to the Princess Consort made you feel wronged, didn't it? Does this Prince need to speak to the Empress Dowager on your behalf? Or should I ask Marquis An Le? Has no one ever taught you these courtesies?" Mo Liancheng reproached indifferently, each sentence striking true.
Qu Tan'er stood by, watching.
Sigh! And sigh again.
What a brainless woman, thinking she came to Eighth Prince Manor to enjoy luxury? Or believing that marrying in would win her his favor? Or that she could snatch away all that belonged to Qu Tan'er? So presumptuous on her very first day. If only she behaved, she might have enjoyed some peaceful days, but those who couldn't settle down would probably have to endure her wrath.
No, it would be strange if a woman like Zhao Qingyun ever behaved herself.
Zhao Qingyun knelt down with a grievous face, presenting the tea reverently through her tears.
