"Tan'er should pour the tea." Madam's expression changed, suppressing her anger, but still spoke the words clearly.
"Oh." Qu Tan'er nodded, fully understanding. She was indeed a bit thirsty and thought it appropriate to pour herself a cup of tea. Then, holding the teapot, she poured tea into the empty cup in front of her and drank by herself.
She admitted again... she really, truly deliberately twisted Madam's meaning. Moreover, she felt a bit psychologically unbalanced. They were both people—she had been here for so long without a drop of water touching her lips; why did Mo Liancheng get served as soon as he arrived?
"I mean, Tan'er should pour tea for the Eighth Prince." Madam's patience was pushed to the limit.
"Oh... the Eighth Prince should drink tea." Qu Tan'er slowly lifted the teapot and moved it toward Mo Liancheng's cup, her delicate and beautiful mouth curling slightly in a faint smile, stirring pity.