Mo Jingxuan grasped Mo Fengyang's wrist tightly, his face cold, "Fengyang, enough is enough. Did you not see that Eighth Brother was angry just now? Are you blind? After all these years, when have you ever seen Eighth Brother get angry? Do you have a death wish?"
Mo Fengyang was stunned, and remained frozen in place.
After Mo Jingxuan finished speaking, he turned gracefully and walked towards the Snow Courtyard.
Why was Eighth Brother holding the Eighth Princess Consort all the time? It seemed that the Princess Consort was injured...
"You all..."
The sound from behind clearly reached Qu Tan'er's ears.
However, Qu Tan'er, though outwardly calm, was inwardly scorning numerous times, murmuring, "Women in ancient times were truly brazen and shameless. Even mistresses act so openly and rob a sister of her man right before her? At least, I am a titular Princess Consort. Mo Liancheng is also a 'certified' product..."
Uh, wrong description. Silence followed.