Qu Tan'er felt a surge of anger in her chest at the mention of Mo Liancheng.
Having traveled from modern Earth to ancient Dongyue Country, it was the first time she encountered such an extraordinary man.
A man, shouldn't he have some demeanor? Even if not that, seeing a beauty like her, shouldn't he at least show some warmth?
Yet, that man could watch coldly, knowing she was falling, and still restrain himself from helping. How dark must his heart be to do that?! Unimaginable.
Jing Xin just returned from outside the manor, still unaware, and asked curiously, "Miss, did you try to escape again?"
"If you don't try to escape, what's the point? I can't possibly stay here forever. I don't want to grow old and die here."
"But you said Eighth Prince…"
"Precisely because he was coming, the Madam wasn't watching me so closely. But it's a pity to miss such a good opportunity."
"Did you see the Eighth Prince then?"
"Mm, yes, I did." Qu Tan'er nodded, responding somewhat resignedly.
"How does the Eighth Prince look?" Jing Xin stared at Qu Tan'er, finding her story hard to believe.
"How does he look? Hmm, let me think. He has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Just an ordinary person, what else could he be?" Qu Tan'er casually made up something. She didn't look up at him today; anyway, she would see him sooner or later, no rush.
"Miss, you…"
"Rather than asking her how the Eighth Prince looks, you'd better ask her how she herself looks." Just then, a young woman in a purple dress entered. Her willow-leaf eyebrows and phoenix eyes were stunningly beautiful. She spoke with a familiar tone, as if she knew everything.
"Eh? Yuela, you really know my thoughts inside out." Qu Tan'er was startled, then sighed.
Su Yuela was the first friend Qu Tan'er made when she failed an escape attempt two years ago. Jing Xin was said to be the original body's mistress—the owner of the body before them—who grew up together with her. Despite being a master-servant relationship, they were closer than sisters.
"I heard that Old Master Qu instructed preparations for the wedding." Su Yuela asked worriedly.
"Let's get married first. Maybe there will be an opportunity to leave." Qu Tan'er's eyes darkened slightly, and a mocking look flashed across her face. She recalled a deep conversation with Old Master Qu one night. It was clear she was being used as a pawn. Honestly, if not for her naturally stunning appearance and some important person secretly pushing things along, it would be impossible for an illegitimate daughter to land the role of the Eighth Prince Manor's Main Consort.
Su Yuela sat on a nearby chair and said seriously, "Tan'er, if you can't escape from the Qu Manor, do you think it will be easier at the Eighth Prince Manor? I'm telling you, not only will you not be able to escape, but every move and word of yours will be watched. Unless the Eighth Prince divorces you, otherwise…"
"Thanks for the reminder." Qu Tan'er didn't pay attention to Su Yuela's long argument, but the last part about divorcing her, she heard very clearly.
Besides…
Ahem, divorcing her? It certainly wasn't a bad idea.
Su Yuela sighed, "Why do you insist on leaving? The position of the Eighth Princess Consort is something many women dream of. Living in this world, as long as you have enough status and power, you don't have to worry about being looked down upon or bullied. At that time…"
Qu Tan'er said, "Forget it, Yuela. A peaceful and stable life is the real life. Besides, don't you think that spending every day struggling with a bunch of women, fighting to the death, isn't tiring?"