"Looks like I can't finish this painting, it's time to play the zither and practice my hand," Mo Liancheng said unhurriedly as he stood up from the chair. He glanced at her, who was still dazed and unresponsive, raised his eyebrow slightly, said no more, and walked out.
Yu Hao saw that Mo Liancheng was about to leave, so he quickly followed.
Just as Mo Liancheng was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped and continued his unfinished sentence, "After I finish playing the zither, you will go with me to the Prince Manor."
With those words, he left without looking back.
"Jing Xin, do you think I brought this on myself? To be asked to leave, to fail even in asking for a divorce letter, and now the position of Princess Consort is securely mine. Should I laugh or cry?" Qu Tan'er was speechless. In the end, she was still here, not even getting a breath of outside air.
"However, Yuela will be very happy," Jing Xin said calmly, without joy, but with a trace of concern.