Master, do we leave just like this?“ Jing Xin catched her up and confusedly asked.
„Or else what?“
„His highness truly won´t accompany master?“
„There´s no need for him to.“ When Qu Tang´er said this her eyes turned gloomy.
„But…..“
„There´s no but. It´s already settled.“ She was upset to have to go back alone. Would it be truly all right? Whenever she recalled those people in Qu mannor who have never thought of her as a human being, her heart would just sink. Everyone says that ancient times were great. Great your shit! If one truly time traveled to here, even conventions and taboos would cost one´s life.
On top of that, Qu Jianglin counts on her winning Mo Liancheng´s favor.
And that wedding night thing has, she is afraid, already spread to Qu Jianglin´s ears. If she goes back, she would be certainly subjected to all kinds of hardship. Afterwards…..she would look forward to when she died, if she could not pass through the Hall of King Yan[1]. Directly sent back to 21st century would be enough. She would be in bliss then. She would thank both heaven and earth.
[1] chinese god of death