Mo Liancheng had already made his refusal clear, and she, Qu Tan'er, had also made her stance known. Could it be that the esteemed Princess of Beiyuan really wishes to come to the Eighth Prince Manor as a concubine?
At this moment, Chinu Yama looked at the Beiyuan King with amusement, then towards Mo Liancheng, as if she had no intention of changing her mind. At the same time, she firmly said in her own country's language, "He is the handsomest, just like Princess Fengyang said, he might even be the finest man in Dongyue Country. I have set my sights on him! Father, ask Emperor Dongyue to decree the dismissal of this woman by his side and marry me as his Princess Consort."
"Smack!" Qu Tan'er slammed her hand on the table and rose, her cold gaze fixed on Chinu Yama, "Don't you even think about it!"
"..." In that instant, the whole room was taken aback.
The sound of gasps rose and fell in unison.
Some were puzzled and confused, while others frowned.
