"I can't see that the master is unhappy. But master, you... can't follow the local customs? Do you have a little more attention? Besides, we all see the prince's feelings for his master."

"Accommodating the local customs? This word is good, haha!" Qu Tan'er was slightly stunned, then smiled slightly, but she didn't have any warmth. "Jingxin, when did I not enter the local customs? At present, there are still a bunch of women in the Eight Kings Mansion. Isn't it just that there is another Zhao Qingyun?"

"master--"

"No need to say more, you can step down first and let me calm down alone."

"Yes, I'm going to prepare dinner for my master." Jingxin responded.

Qu Tan'er had thought it very thoroughly and understood the pros and cons. At the same time, she decided to stand by Mo Liancheng and complete the great cause for him. But thinking about it is one thing, facing it is another. There is always a little irritability in her heart, and she cannot be completely calm and unwilling to do it.

She no longer yells when she closes the door like before, or...she doesn't want people to know what she is thinking.

Although Jing Xinxin was still facing her, she also looked towards Mo Liancheng at the same time.

She was not a stranger to Jingxin, but that man always had a fascinating charm. Over time, it was not difficult to conquer the heart of a mere servant.

Jingxin left, but slowly stepped out from the side.

Mo Jingxuan's eyes were a little dim, "Fight Sister-in-law..."

"You are here again, just enter me, you still haven't changed this problem. Tell me, what are you doing?"

"Just...see you."

"Haha!" Qu Tan'er did not look back, but laughed, "What's wrong with everyone today? Why are the opening remarks all the same?"

"Someone said so?"

"Yes, Mo Yihuai, I said it two hours ago." Qu Tan'er did not hide it at all, because she felt that these were nothing. "The purpose of his coming to me was to convince Mo Liancheng to help him secure the position of the son, or even become the emperor. What's the reason for you to come? Looking at me? I'm afraid that I will cause something to happen to you? Stop your starling's great cause?"

A trace of pain flashed in Mo Jingxuan's eyes. Jing looked at the slender shadow that had never turned around. Is she blaming him? His eyelids drooped and said softly: "You must be very uncomfortable... I just want to accompany you, it's okay for a while."

"You know me quite well."

"..." He was silent.

"It would be great if I fell in love with an ordinary man...." This was not like a joke, but it was a bit ironic.

"Female 8!" He trembled!

"Haha, at least there will be no such a mess, right?"

"Don't blame my brother." Mo Jingxuan rushed forward and explained: "My sister-in-law's idea is completely different from the people here. My brother and I have thought it is normal for three wives and four concubines since we were young. Even if we dote on a woman very much, we may not only marry her. Moreover, if we marry too few wives and concubines in the mansion, it will be looked down upon by people. Do you understand?"

"I didn't blame him." Qu Tan'er smiled bitterly.

The folk customs of Dongyue Kingdom have always been like this, not only that, but men in the upper class are particularly comparing, no, or this has been the case for all ages. When men get together, women are always indispensable for topics, just like Qu Jianglin, who is obviously afraid of her, but she still takes nine concubines.
Chapter completed!