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The Eternal Love (The Original Work)

The lord raised an eyebrow and said, "When I say one, you cannot answer with two." "Yes." So, she thought, answering with three should be fine, and it's not troublesome at all. "I want you to go east, you must not go west." "Yes." She nodded more submissively. If not east or west, then going north or south wouldn't be bad, not a big problem. "I forbid you to seek other men." "Yes!" She nodded even more affirmatively. She never sought out men; they usually came to her... [PS: The original title of this novel is "Bursting Laughter Concubine: Lord, I Will Wait for You to Divorce Your Wife."]

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Chapter 16: Deceptive Tenderness 1

Qu Tan'er casually waved her small hand and said, "Oh, it's the sun that made my face hot." Then, hurrying to the horse stable, Qu Tan'er was drenched in sweat and parched. Yet, there was no trace of Mo Liancheng's people at the stable. In her rage, Qu Tan'er became furious, standing outside the stable and roaring in anger, nearly shaking the railings apart. Hands on her hips, she began cursing fiercely like a shrew scolding in the street, "Mo Liancheng, that bastard, that turtle egg. Where the hell has he gone?" But— "Princess Consort, are you looking for the Prince?" Unfortunately, just as Qu Tan'er finished her cursing, a lowly inquiry sounded. "Besides him, who else would I be looking for?" Qu Tan'er's anger hadn't subsided initially, but hearing the words "Prince" caused her fury to rise again. Her beautiful eyes glared menacingly at the person who made the sound, only to find a male servant who appeared to be in charge of the stables, trembling and staring at her outburst in a daze. "The, the..." The servant was terrified. "Uh, well... I'm looking for the Prince. Is the Prince in the stable? But I see no one inside, and it's hard to believe the Prince would really be in there," Qu Tan'er's face quickly shifted, her feet coming together, and the hands on her hips promptly moved to the front, intertwining her fingers lightly. Her face turned pale and her expression forlorn, the speed of her change so swift that it made one doubt whether her shrew-like outburst had really happened. The servant froze momentarily, rubbing his eyes hard, staring at Qu Tan'er, doubting if his eyes had deceived him earlier. Jing Xin's expression remained unchanged, as she was accustomed to such scenes. "How dare you! How can a servant casually look at the Princess Consort?" "Please forgive me, Princess Consort! I was wrong!" The servant snapped back to his senses, quickly lowering his head and kneeling tremblingly, replying, "In response to the Princess Consort, I heard that a guest arrived at the manor and the Prince went to the front hall." "Oh, is that so? Then I'll go to the front hall," Qu Tan'er smiled faintly, her temper seemingly pleasant without any trace of anger. When she turned around, she did not forget to wave the stationary servant away, urging him to get busy. However, in turning, she revealed her true nature. That damn man, he was dead meat. Then, with determined steps, she headed quickly toward the front hall. ...... In the Frost Courtyard, a delicately decorated hall. Mo Liancheng lay leisurely in a sculpted rosewood rocking chair, sipping fragrant tea. A set of Purple Sand Pot tea wares was arranged on the exquisite tea table. The tea was brewed by himself. Besides playing the zither and painting, he had another hobby, which was brewing tea. He was not particularly fond of drinking tea; rather, he enjoyed the process of brewing it. "Where is she now?" Mo Liancheng glanced at Yu Hao, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth as his eyes rested thoughtfully on the cup in his hand. The cup depicted winter plum blossoms in vibrant colors with meticulous detail, showcasing exceptional craftsmanship. Of course, anything handled by Mo Liancheng wouldn't be of poor quality. "The Princess Consort has gone to the front hall," Yu Hao replied, his face showing no hint of emotion. "Oh." "The Princess Consort seems quite angry." "She should be angry; otherwise, marrying a woman with too good a temper would be no fun."