Capítulo 11: Chapter 11 Can't Escape, Can Only Get Married 4

"Another 'very good'? What does he mean?

Stay? Not stay? Ah, it's all because of this red veil, otherwise she would have already looked up to see what Mo Liancheng's expression is right now." Qu Tan'er speculated. "Since this trick didn't work, and the wedding toast didn't succeed, there was only the last move left. This last move was quite ruthless, and she too had to fall into the trap!"

Unexpectedly, a surprise came, and Mo Liancheng asked indifferently, "If I leave through this door, will you regret it?"

"Husband, take your time. I won't see you off."

Mo Liancheng flicked his sleeves and left. Before leaving, he glanced at a corner at the foot of the bed.

After a while.

"My dear, are you still there?" Qu Tan'er probed.

The room was silent, and no one answered.

"No need to call, your dear has already left a long time ago." Su Yuela entered the bridal chamber and conveniently closed the door. All the maids outside had been dismissed by her.

"Oh, quite perceptive." Qu Tan'er heard this, reached out and tore off the red veil covering her head. Instantly, she smiled and quickly removed the phoenix crown and all the other headgear. These things were too heavy, making her head dizzy. If it wasn't for her strong will, she would have thrown them off a long time ago.

She stood up from the bed, sat down beside the vermillion sandalwood table, glanced at the two cups of sake on the table, shook her head and muttered, "Oh, what a pity for my wine, a waste of my silver, and even more a waste of the special medicine I gave him. Such a pity, such a pity."

After speaking, she took the two cups of wine to a potted plant in the room and poured them out.

Qu Tan'er then said, "Jing Xin, you can come out now."

"Little... Master." Jing Xin held a long knife, her face full of killing aura, and walked out from the corner behind the bed.

"Jing..." Qu Tan'er wanted to say something, but when she saw Jing Xin's state, she just furrowed her brows, "Ahem, Jing Xin, the knife must be very heavy, you can put it down now."

"Tan'er, you wouldn't want to murder the Eighth Prince, would you?" Su Yuela looked incredulously at the knife in Jing Xin's hand, then glanced at Qu Tan'er's smiling face, her scalp tingling.

"Wrong, killing someone requires a life in return. I don't want a life for a life, that would be a loss." Qu Tan'er pointed with her jade hand towards the top of the bed, "Do you see it? I just want that thing on the bed's top to fall down." She was trying to avoid the bridal chamber, thinking up several tricks.

The last move was water!

No matter how strong the urge, once doused with this ice water, a man's interest would be extinguished.

Qu Tan'er was also somewhat self-aware.

She knew the tricks she came up with were not sophisticated, but better than nothing.

"Tan..." Yuela was speechless.

"Don't worry, it won't kill anyone. Besides, I didn't even get a chance to use it." Qu Tan'er shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Aren't you really not going to regret doing this?" Yuela really couldn't understand what she was thinking. Shouldn't the women who got married here be doing everything they could to gain their husband's favor?

"Not at all."

"With power, influence, and status, what's bad about it?"

"Not good."

"Why?"

"No reason. I just don't like it." Su Yuela's puzzlement was never a confusion for Qu Tan'er. She always had only one goal: freedom, the freedom she longed for... ahem, the key point was to find a way back. She knew since she could come here, there would surely be a way back.

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