"Eh? Who told you that?" Qu Tan'er didn't dodge or hide, but seemed rather curious.
"Who else but you? Liancheng listens to you the most, it must have been you who made him say it. Otherwise, he wouldn't bear to have me marry so far away. Don't flatter yourself, you're actually nothing!" Mo Fengyang shrieked.
The usual gentle facade was completely gone.
She, Qu Tan'er, was indeed nothing, and she never considered herself that important. But unexpectedly, because of her inconsequential words, Mo Fengyang became a princess betrothed to a distant land.
However, from Mo Fengyang's words, one could also tell that no one had informed her; she directly blamed Qu Tan'er based on conjecture? The subjectivity of a woman is indeed quite terrifying.
Looking at the situation, even if Qu Tan'er hadn't given any advice, it seemed Mo Fengyang would have come to her doorstep all the same!
Of course, the woman, Mo Fengyang, had guessed correctly—it was indeed her request...
