Jiang Tian was speechless.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Then you should get married soon; eighteen is not too early."

Seeing her nod, Mo Chenyuan's mood finally improved: "No need for you to worry. Now that you've become a runaway concubine, what are your plans next?"

Once she left the Prince's residence, Jiang Tian had no intention of going back.

She had already experienced Xiao Zijue's ruthlessness firsthand; if she went back, she might really lose her head.

She felt bad about all the money she had saved. But there was nothing she could do; human life was more important than money.

Jiang Tian could only grit her teeth and think it over: "I'll find a place to stay first, then do some work, save up some money, and then open a pastry shop. Life will be much better then."

Seeing that Jiang Tian had already planned it out, Mo Chenyuan said calmly, "Where are you going to stay? What if it's inconvenient for me to come to you?"

His reminder made Jiang Tian feel troubled again; in fact, she didn't even have the money to rent a house.

The man in front of her was certainly wealthy, but she had used his money... and she had no face to borrow money from him anymore.

Jiang Tian's emotions were written all over her face.

Mo Chenyuan said calmly, "I was born into a life of luxury, and you are my mentor. If you live in poor conditions, it will be difficult for me. This house is a separate courtyard of mine, and no one else lives here on weekdays. It is also close to the market, so you can stay here."

Jiang Tian's eyes lit up. He wanted to say something more to express his reluctance, but he was short of money and could only silently agree.

Once he gets married, she will have money and it will be easier for her to find a place to live.

At this moment, Jiang Tian suddenly thought of an important question, and she subconsciously gripped Mo Chenyuan's sleeve tightly.

Mo Chenyuan frowned at her: "What are you trying to do?"