"Fengyang, I should be going back now," Mo Liancheng withdrew his hand indifferently, ignoring Mo Fengyang's discontent and turned his gaze to Qu Tan'er, a glint of interest flashing in his eyes.
"Liancheng brother?"
"You should know by now, I don't like staying in the palace," Mo Liancheng smiled lightly. Although he was speaking to Mo Fengyang, his eyes never left Qu Tan'er.
Qu Tan'er lowered her head slightly, the corners of her mouth edging up in a faint smile. Since someone wanted to stare at her, he could just keep staring. After all, being looked at for a while wouldn't cause her to lose a piece of flesh.
"So, does that mean Fengyang can visit you often?"
"Hmm, that depends on whether my Princess Consort welcomes you."
"Eh?" Qu Tan'er froze, not expecting Mo Liancheng to direct the question towards her. She raised her head slightly, sweeping a suspicious glance at Mo Liancheng. When she looked at Mo Fengyang, she understood that he did it on purpose.