Mo Fengyang gave a self-satisfied smile, as if she was talking to herself, but it seemed more like she was addressing the cup.
Qu Tan'er heard this and looked at Mo Fengyang as if she was staring at an idiot.
Today, she had witnessed a colossal joke.
"Mo Fengyang, what do you mean by 'nobody else can have him'? Isn't the Beiyuan Princess a woman? Even if she marries into the Eighth Prince Manor as you wish, at most, it's just another woman sharing him. Does the outcome change? Heh, think about it— are you being too naive, or just too dumb? Besides, even if you manage to squeeze me out, it still won't be your turn, you brainless idiot."
Qu Tan'er spoke these words calmly and steadily.
Her sharp comments turned Mo Fengyang's little face a shade of green.
A woman, too arrogant and brainless, is a tragedy in this world.
And the woman before her was a tragedy amongst tragedies.
