Qu Tan'er knew Mo Liancheng wouldn't marry another woman, but there were always various sorts of helplessness.
And these, as long as he was the Eighth Prince, would be unavoidable.
"Eighth Prince, Yama toasts to you as a celebration of our encounter today," Chinu Yama came over with a cup of wine, her casualness displaying her boldness.
"To you," Mo Liancheng didn't babble and just drank the wine in his cup.
"The Eighth Prince is indeed forthright. Yama feels honored to have met you. I wonder if Yama is fortunate enough to invite the Eighth Prince to drink together?" Chinu Yama spoke up, meaning to ask Mo Liancheng to sit with her.
"Sorry," Mo Liancheng refused.
It was then that Mo Jiyan approached, lifting the pot of wine in his hand to signal, "Princess, you truly can hold your liquor. Let me accompany you for a drink."
"The Second Prince also has a good capacity for drink," Chinu Yama didn't say much and just downed another cup.
