Mo Liancheng watched her calmly as she tucked the golden token into her belt without saying anything. His gaze shifted to the hand she stretched out towards him, and he raised an eyebrow lightly.
"You want to go back on your word?" Qu Tan'er pursed her lips and stared at him in disbelief.
Indeed, if a man's words could be trusted, pigs would fly.
"Did I promise you anything?"
"You just clearly—"
"Did I sign a written agreement?"
"You..." She now realized how easily he could deny his words.
"Since there is no written agreement, the divorce letter naturally won't be given to you. You are still this King's Eighth Princess Consort." Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, not minding her misunderstanding.
