C8 (1/2)

In the house, the crown prince had already drank tea for two hours and still had no intention of leaving.

”It's getting late. Crown Prince, you should go back and rest.” Helpless, Mo Ranran could only open his mouth to chase them away.

”Tell me, where are you going back to?” The Crown Prince glanced at Mo Ranran unkindly.

”There are a lot of guest rooms in the general's manor, any room is fine.” Ignoring the anger in the crown prince's eyes, Mo Ranran spoke slowly.

”Mo Ranran, I'm your hubby.” The tea cup collided with the table, producing a loud sound.

Did she have any sense of being a wife? He already came of his own accord, it was fine to hang him up, but he actually kicked him out!

”I know, don't remind me.” Mo Ranran replied indifferently as he blinked his large eyes.

With a push of his hand, the crown prince crushed another teacup.

”The Crown Prince's tea cup is custom-made and very expensive. One of them costs 10 taels of silver. You already pinched two of them today, so it's a total of 20 taels.” Mo Ranran spread out his left hand and looked at the crown prince while smiling.

”You think this little money is worth it?” Veins popped out on his forehead and a look of displeasure appeared on the crown prince's face.

”Yes, why not? Crown Prince, you aren't thinking of reneging on the debt are you?” Mo Ranran tilted his head as he smiled innocently.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Then, the crown prince reached for the money pouch on his belt. ”Here you are.”

Mo Ranran took the money pouch and opened it in front of the crown prince.

”I got more than ten taels. I'll let you play with two more.” Mo Ranran pushed the teacup in front of him to the crown prince.

”Oh right, I've come here for the month and am not suited to serving the crown prince. I've already chosen the guest rooms for you. If you really want them, you can take a left from the general's manor and go to a brothel.” After putting away the money pouch, Mo Ranran got up and slowly walked to the door, and then opened it.

The Crown Prince's face was dark, his actions rough as he pushed Mo Ranran against the wall.

”I'd like to see if you've really come for the month.” Her low voice was filled with hostility as she reached out to untie Mo Ranran's belt.

The silver needle in his hand directly pierced into the crown prince's hand. The crown prince did not notice that the hand that was hit by the needle had instantly lost its feeling.

Taking advantage of this opening, Mo Ranran escaped from the grasp of the crown prince.

”Crown Prince, if you still want a son, don't act recklessly.” The corner of Mo Ranran's mouth raised as a cold light flashed past his eyes.

”You think I would believe you?” The Crown Prince, who had never been humiliated by a woman before, said with a gloomy face.