"You should have heard what I said just now," Mo Liancheng remarked, standing with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his handsome face. He appeared unperturbed by the black-clad figure before him, rather nonchalant.
"And which words might those be, Eighth Prince?" the black-clad man sneered.
"He said, anyone who enters through the door to his bedchamber will come in vertically, but exit horizontally," Qu Tan'er helpfully answered. Though she wasn't a mind reader, she was certain this was exactly what Mo Liancheng meant.
"Really? Is that so?" The black-clad man's eyes bore directly into Qu Tan'er's stunning face.
"And also, he mentioned just now, whoever touches anything in his room should choose a method of death for themselves and end it. However, I think self-decapitation would suit you better."
"Seems like you know this Prince quite well?" Mo Liancheng responded with a smile rather than anger, not stopping or opposing Qu Tan'er's reply.
