Mo Liancheng's handsome face darkened, and what was originally a bit of anticipation suddenly felt like he had bitten his own tongue.
Thus, he said dangerously, "You dare say this Prince cannot—"
"My lord, please, don't be angry," Qu Tan'er cautioned with a tiny face, apologetically stretching out her hand to pat the chest of the lord to calm him.
Yet, her hand was caught in his grasp.
He glared at her, "Continue!"
"You should consider that besides me... probably more than one person is doubting whether you are that... incapable. Cough, cough." Qu Tan'er brazenly continued, her spittle flying as she spoke, "After all, over the years at Eighth Prince Manor, you haven't touched a woman. Moreover, they are all beauties, what normal man wouldn't? I merely need to subtly remind Chinu Yama a bit, she might investigate secretly, heh heh, tell me, would she still marry you? Then I could take the chance to speak well of the Crown Prince..."
