Chapter 19: The King is very busy, no time

Qu Tan'er felt like she had to hold back, "It's been two days since Tan'er got married, and tomorrow will be—" "Is that so? It's been such a long time, I would have forgotten that there's someone like you in the Prince's mansion if you hadn't mentioned it." Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow slightly. He was waiting, waiting for her to remove that layer of disguise on her face; she was acting too well, which was quite annoying. "..." Qu Tan'er was certain, he did it on purpose, repeatedly interrupting her? However, she didn't lash out in anger. Instead, she put on a sorrowful yet charming face, pitiful enough to make someone want to hit her. She remained silent and waited for him to ask. However, Mo Liancheng simply sat back down beside the tea table. With a subtle smile on his lips, he held the cup of tea in his hand, gracefully and leisurely bringing it to his lips, savoring the aroma of the tea. He knew she had something to say but continued to remain silent. The atmosphere was very quiet, and neither of the two spoke. Suddenly, Qu Tan'er smiled slightly and caught him off guard by saying, "Tomorrow is the third day back to my parental home. Is the Prince available?" Choosing the right moment, she caught him off guard with a single line. Finally, she stated her intention. Mo Liancheng's hand paused slightly as he drank his tea, seemingly not expecting her to pull such a move. Qu Tan'er maintained a calm, faint smile, waiting for Mo Liancheng's response. Anyway, she had said what she needed to say. The result was out of her control. However, after waiting for a long while, Mo Liancheng didn't utter a word, "If the Prince feels it's inconvenient, Tan'er can—" "It is quite inconvenient," Mo Liancheng glanced at her sideways. If he hadn't caught her climbing the wall earlier, he might have been fooled by her current image of a well-read, gentle, and delicate lady who looked like she would fall with a breeze. "Oh, Tan'er understands." Since he answered that it was inconvenient, it meant he wouldn't go. If he wasn't willing to go, she didn't have the right to force him. "But..." It seemed like Mo Liancheng had more to say. Without waiting for him to finish, Qu Tan'er stood up directly, slightly curtsied, and said gracefully, "If there's nothing else, then Tan'er will take her leave first." With those words, her face carried a warm smile as she turned and walked towards the door, taking slow steps. But? No "but" needed now. She didn't want to be his amusement anymore! If he ever needed something from her someday, he better tighten his skin. Qu Tan'er held her head high, proud like a little peacock. She left resolutely, without looking back. Leaving too quickly, she didn't notice the hint of a smile in Mo Liancheng's eyes. "Master, are we really leaving just like that?" Jing Xin caught up and asked, puzzled. "What else?" "But the Prince really won't go with you tomorrow?" "We don't need him," Qu Tan'er said, her eyes darkening. "But..." "No 'but,' that's it." She was agitated. Would she really be fine returning alone? Thinking of those at the Qu residence who had never treated her as a person, her heart sank. Everyone said ancient times were great. Great what? If you really transmigrated here, every rule would drive you to death. Especially with Qu Jianglin expecting her to please Mo Liancheng. And the events of the wedding night had likely reached Qu Jianglin's ears. She'd definitely face all sorts of difficulties if she returned. She hoped that when she died, she wouldn't have to pass through Yama Palace and directly return to the 21st century. Then she would be grateful, thanking both Buddha and Heaven.