After listening for a long time, Qu Tan'er finally laughed.

She didn't expect that Zhao Qingyun, a woman, was so naive. She thought that if she married Mo Liancheng, she would get the same treatment as her and the same love as her... She was too young and could not help. I wonder if there was a sixteen-year-old woman who was watching the sky in the well was indeed terrible, "Little sister, how old are you?"

Zhao Qingyun was stunned when he asked Qu Tan'er to ask this question.

Looking at Qu Tan'er blankly... it seemed that she didn't understand what she meant.

Qu Tan'er came out of Mo Liancheng's arms, stretched her waist, slowly walked away from the desk, and came to Zhao Qingyun. Her beautiful eyes were very gentle and kind. Really, the first time she was so kind, you seduced the kitten next door, and asked gently: "Little sister, do you know... why the prince treats me like this? Do you understand?"

"Isn't it because you married into the Eighth Prince's Mansion?"

"Yun Youlian, Yin Xiangnong, and a bunch of women like the Eighth Prince's Mansion. They are also in the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Why didn't the prince treat her like he did to me?"

"What's up to me? Brother Liancheng doesn't like them!"

"I'm beaten! Yes, the prince doesn't like them. Naturally, he won't like you. So, the fate of your marriage will be like them, staying alone in the empty room until you die. Don't you understand?" Alas, why does such a simple question have to be explained in such detail in front of ancient women?

Zhao Qingyun was shocked!

It seems to be digesting the problem that Tan'er said...

Qu Tan'er smiled and kindly reminded her that it was actually equivalent to putting a slaughter in the wrong place. She said seriously: "As for why the prince treats me like this? That's because he fell in love with me, not only love. Do you know what love is? Love is a very deep feeling, a kind of love that will always live in his heart even if I die. And you will never have a chance."

Indeed, if he really loves her.

Then, even if she dies, he will always be alive in her heart, and vice versa.

Similarly, he is the only one in her life.

That kind of love is even death, and there is no way to separate it!

"Brother Liancheng, I..."

"Remember the name and call me the prince." Mo Liancheng stood beside Qu Tan'er at some point, put the cloak on her, and then gently wrapped her in his arms. Then he rolled up a strand of black hair that Qu Tan'er fell on his shoulders, and played with it carefully, as if he was addicted to playing.

"Prince, I..."

"If it's okay, go back to your room."

"I don't want to go back, I..."

"Well, princess, why don't you go back to the room first, and think about it carefully, and you will naturally understand everything. The relationship between men and women... is barely impossible. Because it is not yours, no matter how hard you force it, it will not be yours. Do you understand?" Mo Jingxuan softly reminded Zhao Qingyun, so that it would not be even more irritating. Or, he was also telling himself that if it is not his own, he will not get it even if he forces it... Zhao Qingyun is a very tragic example.

When I see you today, I can’t say I don’t have any feelings in my heart.

My brother probably wanted to tell him this.

Qu Tan'er glanced at Zhao Qingyun and shook her head, "I'll go back first." She moved slightly, trying to withdraw from someone's arms. But...
Chapter completed!