Chapter 77: Weakness is a Protective Color 5

"Keep grinding," Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrow lightly, casually pointed the ink stick over the inkstone, and continued painting.

"Yes, Prince, this concubine will grind the ink for you," Yun Youlian responded immediately upon hearing it, then, in the next moment, forcefully snatched the ink stick from Qu Tan'er's hand.

However...

"Oh, since you want to grind, then I'll let you grind," no one expected Qu Tan'er to let go as soon as she said it, without giving any preparation for her opponents to think it through, letting go too quickly, and Yun Youlian's snatching action was fierce enough. Then...

Pop!

The ink stick, propelled by the force, instantaneously flew off in a certain direction.

"Ah, my clothes," Yun Youlian screamed, looking incredulously at the ink stains on her clothes, which she had spent a fortune on to have specially made for this occasion.