Chapter 5 Pretend, Pretend, She Just Pretends 1

"Tan'er paid respects to the Eighth Prince and wished him well." Qu Tan'er was not in a hurry, since the person sitting on the right was not the one, then it must be the one on the left. Alas, on both sides, one side should be it. Coming across an Eighth Prince was already something, but even the Fourteenth Prince also joined in the fun.

Although Qu Tan'er only needed to raise her head slightly to see who was who, she had no intention of raising her head at all. Though raising one's head might see the bright moon, well, the roof was the same in this case. However, lowering her head, though it wouldn't really make her think of her hometown, at least she could see the shoes she was wearing... it seemed they needed to be replaced.

"It's you, child, you are paying respects to your father." Qu Jianglin was red with anger, but he couldn't lose face in front of Mo Liancheng, "The Eighth Prince is in the main seat."

"Oh. Sorry." A touch of appropriate embarrassment flashed across Qu Tan'er's small face. Alright, she admitted there was a hint of deliberateness just now, but old Qu was indeed too easily provoked. So, she faced the main seat, still with lowered eyes and bowed head, and respectfully greeted, "Tan'er pays respects to the Eighth Prince. So, the Eighth Prince went over there, my apologies."

As soon as these words came out!

Pfft!! Someone laughed.

And Qu Jianglin almost coughed up blood in anger, but still had to be polite, "My little daughter made the Fourteenth Prince laugh."

"Very well." A faint smile appeared on Mo Liancheng's handsome face. His gaze had been following Qu Tan'er since she stepped in, seemingly waiting for the moment she raised her head. However, it seemed his hope was fading; this woman appeared to have no intention of lifting her head.

Very well?

What did he mean by very well?

Qu Tan'er turned her eyes, utterly unable to understand what Mo Liancheng meant by those words.

Qu Jianglin then made some more courteous remarks.

During the discussion, someone eventually talked about Qu Tan'er's appearance.

After a while, Qu Jianglin said, "Tan'er, raise your head so the Eighth Prince can see you."

"Father, your daughter has a headache." She spoke softly, extremely gently.

"How can it be a headache? Even with a headache, you must raise your head." Qu Jianglin's face changed; he spoke in a low voice, evidently annoyed, fearing that his daughter might ruin everything at this crucial moment.

"Father, your daughter's face has pimples, it's unsightly." Was that not clear enough? Did she need to be more detailed?

"Are you deliberately opposing your father?" Old Qu finally got angry.

"Father—" Qu Tan'er's timid and pitiful voice was hard to refuse. Her acting was flawless.

"You..."

"Father, don't be angry, be careful not to harm your health. Your daughter is shy and really dares not to raise her head. If she is too ugly and scares the Eighth Prince, that would shame the Qu residence." Fume all you want, fuming to the point of spitting blood would be best, and if it ruined the marriage, even better! But...

Who was the insensitive person snickering?

To the left, to the right, or the main seat... damn Fourteenth Prince Mo Jingxuan?

"Is this truly my future Princess Consort?" With a long and slender jade finger, Mo Liancheng lightly tapped the teacup on the table, while his long phoenix eyes stared intently at Qu Tan'er with interest. He wanted to see what kind of act Qu Jianglin and his daughter were putting on now.

Qu Jianglin thought to himself, this was bad. He hastily knelt in front of Mo Liancheng in fear, "It is my lack of discipline, please forgive me, Prince. If the Prince does not like my daughter, then we can call off this engagement. It is my daughter who is unworthy of the Prince."