"Tan'er did not understand the meaning of Your Highness." Qu Tan'er still repeated this line, not willing to change a single character for eight hundred years.
"Other than this sentence, can you not answer anything else?" Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, though his tone showed no displeasure.
"I cannot." Qu Tan'er nodded affirmatively. Playing dumb, who couldn't? But the key was to make it appear real, to do it flawlessly—that was the mark of a true expert.
And she, Qu Tan'er, considered herself above expert level… ahem, she considered herself.
"Are you deliberately trying to anger me?"
"No."
"You should answer the question I asked."
"What did Your Highness ask?"
"Are you doing this on purpose?" Mo Liancheng squinted slightly. Even he hadn't expected that she would have the ability to provoke the anger he usually hid from outsiders.
"No."
"I finally understand why he chose you."