Mo Liancheng said, "You need to ask your father about that. What, Lord Qu didn't tell you?"
"You mean the Prince will divorce Tan'er?" She had this one redeeming quality: she would never cling to a man who didn't like her.
"Do you think I would divorce you?" Mo Liancheng lightly smiled without turning his head.
"I've told you before, I'm not a worm in your stomach; I can't guess your intentions. If you really want to divorce me, after all, we've been married, in name if not in reality. Since it's justified to divorce a wife, there should be some compensation," Qu Tan'er spoke calmly, nodding as if she had fully understood his meaning. It seemed she didn't feel angry at all, as if she had already thought about her next step.
Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows teasingly, "Oh? What kind of compensation?"