It was only a step away.
"You..." Qu Tan'er came back to her senses and finally understood what had just happened.
"Liancheng Brother?" Zhao Qingyun's face turned somewhat ugly. She stood dumbfounded in the middle of the courtyard, staring straightly at the spot where Qu Tan'er was sitting.
"Mm, you have come, sit down." Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, and his gaze indicated the position opposite the stone table.
"You should let go." Qu Tan'er lowered her voice slightly. When Zhao Qingyun turned around and heartbrokenly went to sit down, she tried to pull her small hand back from Mo Liancheng's warm palm. However, no matter how much strength she used or how large her movements were, the hand that was being held still didn't move an inch.
"Don't forget you are this Prince's Princess Consort." Mo Liancheng looked at her with a faint smile, though it was a reminder, his tone carried a sense of threat.
"Do you want to use force?"
"This Prince doesn't mind."
