"Keep on grinding." Mo Liancheng lifted his eyebrows lightly, then moved toward the grinding platform, dabbed the ink brush and continued to paint. "Yes, Wang Ye, this concubine will grind the ink for you." Listening to the words, Yun Youlian immediately replied. In the next moment, she rushed toward Qu Tan'er preparing even harder to grab the ink stick from her hands. Just... "Oh, since this is what you want, then here, I will let you grind it." No one expected that Qu Tan'er would suddenly let go as if it really didn't matter for her. Having no psychological preparation for this unexpected move, and because Qu Tan'er had let go of the ink stick too fast while the action of Yun Youlian in rubbing the inkstick was too aggressive, the result was tragic... (sound indicating something or someone is thrown in the air; to flutter; rush) The ink stick rose in the air, fluttering with power, flying directly in a certain direction. "Ah, my clothes." Yun Youlian screamed in dismay, looking at the ink prints on her dress unbelievingly. This dress she wore today was worth a lot of money, she especially asked to be made for her. She was so reluctant to wear it on normal days, waiting for today she finally put it on and the result was ruined.
"You, you are deliberate! Did you intentionally want to see me make a fool out of myself? Even if you are a Wang fei, you cannot be like this, although I am only a concubine, but I also have dignity, you can't bully me casually." Yun Youliang was filled with anger, pointing to Qu Tan'er, speaking words full of accusations, with eyes filled with red color as if tears will fall any second soon. "You..." Qu Tan'er was stunned for a moment. "But there's a lot of ink on my clothes, too." Qu Tan'er voice shivered, looking at her clothes, her face was full of grievance.
"If it wasn't for you to suddenly let go, how could things become like this. You're just jealous that I've been favored by Wang ye, so you see me as not pleasing to your eyes, don't you?" Yun Youlian saw that Mo Liancheng did not speak, totally ignoring everything. She felt even more daring, and even her accusations were bolder. "Thank you, Wang Ye." Yun Youlian immediately became filled with happiness, and her expression was even more arrogant. Suddenly, Qu Tan'er's beautiful eyes flashed, her small mouth quickly drew up a smirk. She quickly changed her expression and weakened her posture: "I am sorry, sorry meiemei. I really didn't mean it. It's all Tan's fault. If it were not for Tan's actions, meimei's dress would not have had been dirtied nor would I have had disturbed the Wang Ye's mood, it is all the fault of Tan'er, all the blame is on me."