Qu Xinning smiled insincerely and said, "Little sister, come to the palace when you're free and keep me company for a chat."
"Of course, I'll definitely visit you when I have the time." This time, Qu Tan'er agreed quite readily.
However, Mo Liancheng knew the little schemes in her heart.
Would Qu Xinning be the next unlucky one? It was very likely that this woman had brought it upon herself.
Several people fell into silence for a moment.
Just then, Qu Jianglin walked over. As the head of the family, he was in the paradoxical situation of facing people who could not be offended, even if some among them were his own daughters. Considering their statuses, not one was inferior to him, he said respectfully, "Crown Prince, Eighth Prince, Noble Consort, the banquet is about to begin. Please make your way to the dining hall."
Mo Yihuai was the first to stand up, and Qu Pan'er followed suit.
Qu Xinning had not even sat down, her expression indifferent.
