Qu Tan'er listened for a while and finally couldn't help but laugh.
She hadn't expected that Zhao Qingyun would be so naive. To think that marrying Mo Liancheng would entitle her to the same treatment as her, to receive his love... She was too young, it couldn't be helped. Was she even sixteen yet? Such a frog in the well is truly frightening, "Little sister, how old are you?"
Zhao Qingyun was taken aback by Qu Tan'er's question.
She stared at Qu Tan'er dumbfounded… as if she didn't understand the implication.
Qu Tan'er came out of Mo Liancheng's embrace and stretched her arms, then slowly walked away from the desk and approached Zhao Qingyun. Her beautiful eyes were extremely gentle, extremely kind—truly, it was the first time she had been so amiable. It was like tempting the neighbor's little cat with a gentle smile, "Little sister, do you know... why the Prince treats me this way? Do you understand?"
"Isn't it because you married into the Eighth Prince Manor?"
