Chu Qingmeng's face flushed crimson. She slowly buried herself in her pillow, her muffled voice drifting out. "Don't make it sound like I'm insatiable. I just wanted to get back at you for what happened last time, leaving me unable to get out of bed."
Mo Liujin finally understood. No wonder she had tormented herself so much last night—it turned out she was settling a score with him! Lowering his gaze to look at her, he let out a helpless laugh. "Fine, I've compromised my looks. Can my wife now explain what is going on with Eleventh's invitation?"
"Just tell Father that you all declined the invitations. It's a sensitive time right now, and accepting his invitation would be equivalent to openly taking Eighth Prince's side." Chu Qingmeng slowly lifted her head from the pillow, then added, "Eleventh must have found out that I am the master of Fifth Floor. He was probably annoyed that I planted so many spies in his residence, so he intentionally disrupted some of his own agents at Fifth Floor to keep me busy. But he surely didn't expect that I would risk severely injuring my vitality just to uproot every single one of those agents. Now it's his turn to be flustered."
Chapter 179