A highly anticipated chapter has arrived! Qu Tang´er finally got to see Mo Liancheng´s face. What would be her reaction when she see his face? Will she explode right away or keep her anger at bay?
„Yes.“ Qu Tang´er softly moved with airy steps. Skirt fluttering, she walked to the chair nearby. She slowly sat down and folded both of her hands on the knee. She had again put on the act of a lady from the noble family.
„Do you need something from Ben Wang?“ Mo Liancheng slowly got up, then he turned around and faced Qu Tang´er. The corners of his mouth were slightly lifted, evoking a hint of smile, that was yet not a smile.
„Yes——“ Qu Tang´er slightly raised her head. Originally she wanted to reply, however, when the line of her sight made a contact with Mo Liancheng´s appearance, she was taken aback. She stared with her eyes wide open, then she narrowed her eyes. She didn´t make a mistake nor did she see a ghost. It was indeed that face that made people gnash their teeth with hatred.
Mo? Right-ah. She was a pig head. That jerk also said that his family name was Mo!
Mo Liancheng?!
Qu Tang´er appeared to be calmly moving away the line of her sight. Her expression looked like usual, „Tang´er came to ask your highness whether your highness has time to accompany Tang´er go back to Qu Mannor.“
„Don´t you feel that Ben Wang seems a little familiar?“ Mo Liancheng suddenly asked, avoiding her question. His sight was firmly fixed on Qu Tang´er. There was no shriek he was looking forward to. No cursing nor impulsive actions. It was a bit different from what he has anticipated; or rather how come he was a little dissapointed? There was no anger nor change in her facial expression…..
„Unfamiliar. Tang´er never gets in contact with strange men.“ She lied brazenly.
„What? Did you forget Ben Wang so fast? Originally I have thought that after you saw Ben Wang, you would be very happy. It´s not like that actually.“ Mo Liancheng´s noble bearing, firm yet graceful movement; he strided step by step toward Qu Tang´er. Those phoenix eyes exuded tenderness. They glittered with soft light more charming than bright moon on the sky.
Qu Tang´er dropped her eyes, remaining silent. Silence was the best answer.
„What? Aren´t you happy seeing Ben Wang?“ Mo Liancheng´s voice that was like the gentle caress of spring breeze was a little bewitching.
„Your highness misunderstood. Qie shen[1] is naturally happy.“ Qu Tang´er smiled gently. She very cooperavely come up with a brief rap for him, „Tang´er has always very admired your highness. I heard that your highness is stuningly handsome, capable of causing the downfall of cities and states[2], even more beautiful than top courtesan inside the Yi Xiang Yuan[3]. After today´s meeting, this reputation was indeed well-deserved.“ Her soft and quiet voice spoke out words of unmatched admiration.
Just, this words were……a little odd.
Comparing the dignified prince with top courtesan inside the brothel? Furthermore, comparing him, a big man, with a woman?
The corners of Mo Liancheng´s mouth inadvertently twitched. And then there was again inside of him blue sky and soft breeze. He coolly said: „Apparently Ben Wang has underestimated you.“
„Unbeknownst what does your highness mean.“ She understood yet feigned ignorance. It was definitely a type of a high level.
„You know very well.“
„Tang´er doesn´t understand.“
„Playing dumb?“
„Tang´er doesn´t dare. Your highness please see it for yourself.“
„Not calling Ben Wang hubby or sweatheart anymore?“ Mo Liancheng turned his words. He had a very deep impression on words he had heard on a particular wedding night. He naturally understood that she was deliberate on that night. The feeling of being given the cold shoulder was truly not very good. He still took this to heart.
„Your highness doesn´t like it? Tang´er will call husband then.“ Qu Tang´er intentionally behaved like such. Hubby is the form of address of common scholars´ wifes. And he, highly respectable prince being called hubby was undoubtedly lowering his status. No matter what, she still should call husband…… right?
„Let it be.“ Mo Liancheng´s face was full of indifference.
„Oh. Does your highness have tomorrow time then? Is it possible….“
„Is there something?“ Mo Liancheng seemed to be purposely insisting on interrupting her in such time.
„There is. And that´s to——“
„Oh?“ Unbeknowst if it was intentionally or not , he could constatnly pick a moment to utter some sound.
[1] reffers to how ancient women modestly address themselves
[2] fig. (of a woman) devastatingly beautiful
[3] name of a brothel