"What, you even reject my approach now, or do you think now that you've married into the Eighth Prince Manor, you can ignore everything?" Mo Yihuai was slightly angry.
"Tan'er does not understand what you mean," Qu Tan'er responded with the same line. She also knew... she was not at all a competent spy. They had chosen the wrong person and miscalculated. If Mo Yihuai had ever truly cared for the original "Qu Tan'er", in her view, that too would have been nothing but pretense, the playful attitude of a man.
If it was true love, would he have sent her to Mo Liancheng's side?
Was he still trying to grandiosely enact a scene where he sacrifices his love for greatness?
She scoffed...
"Tan'er."
"Does the Great Prince have any other matters?" Damn, the goosebumps are all coming out.
Tan'er?
He called her so affectionately, yet, she really didn't know him at all.
"Did he really not go out last night?" Mo Yihuai asked directly.
