Cold-faced Empress

Not only was my mouth dry, but my cheeks were also burning hot, and my body felt like it was in a hot and stuffy steamer.

Fu Siying moved closer to Mo Canglan, feeling more comfortable from the cool air emanating from him.

The last vestige of Qingming told her that she had been given traditional Chinese medicine.

Some of the aphrodisiac wine that Ning Ruicheng had forced down his throat had eventually made his stomach.

After Prime Minister Fu finished expressing his gratitude to Prince Mu, Mo Canglan turned to leave. He turned around and saw Fu Siying standing behind him with her head down, motionless and without saying a word.

He didn't know what to say, so he decided to leave in silence as well.

Suddenly, Fu Siying whispered to her father and mother, "Father, Mother, I want to have a good discussion with Prince Mu about how to deal with Wei Lanling, so I won't be going back tonight."

Prime Minister Fu's expression changed: "Nonsense! You're not married yet, how can you stay out all night!"

Madam Li hurriedly checked to see if anyone else had overheard Fu Siying's whispers, and said with puzzlement, "Last time you were poisoned, which is why you had to stay at the Prince Mu's residence. Today, there's no reason why you have to stay!"

As my mind grew increasingly foggy, my parents' words became blurry and indistinct.

Fu Siying forced herself to stay awake, gently shook her head, then turned her head and murmured, "Prince Mu..." She reached out and grabbed Mo Canglan's sleeve, looking at him with a pleading expression.

Mo Canglan lowered his eyes and, upon seeing her hazy and powerless gaze under the moonlight, instantly realized something and frowned.

After a moment's thought, he said, "It's alright. I have many details and doubts that I want to ask Miss Fu about."

Upon hearing Prince Mu's words, Prime Minister Fu and Lady Li had no choice but to timidly agree. Fortunately, there was no one else outside the palace at this time, thus preventing gossip from arising.

Thus, Fu Siying parted ways with her family and boarded a carriage belonging to the Prince Mu's residence, sharing the same carriage with Mo Canglan.

The carriage was as hot as ever. At first, she could bear it and just sit next to Mo Canglan, but gradually, her thoughts became chaotic, and she began to linger and lean closer to him.

Seeing her move, Mo Canglan immediately stretched out a finger and pressed it against her flushed cheek to prevent her from getting closer.

Fu Siying felt utterly wronged and softly uttered a single word: "Hot..."

Mo Canglan ignored it. Since she would have to wait until she returned to the Mu Prince's residence to have Doctor Liu detoxify her, she might as well endure it for now.

Unable to find relief from the heat, Fu Siying remained quiet for a short while before suddenly starting to sob: "I feel so uncomfortable... Waaah, it's hot, I feel so restless... Waaah."

She seemed to be so anxious that she cried; she lost control of her emotions and became increasingly fragile.

This strange display of coquetry made Mo Canglan's fingertips tremble. He stared at her tearful face, almost thinking that the Fu Siying in front of him was an imposter.

Clarity and chaos battled in her mind; clarity was defeated, and chaos emerged victorious. Fu Siying's little face scrunched up in a frown, tears falling one after another, her lips drooping pitifully.

She reached out and grabbed Mo Canglan's fingertips. Normally, Mo Canglan would have complained about her freezing hands, but now they were her precious treasure, something she couldn't bear to let go of.

Suddenly, she choked up again, as if she had suffered a great tragedy, and said, "Please put out the stove..."

Mo Canglan's long eyebrows twitched, and without much thought, he swung his palm at the stove in the carriage. This palm strike consumed a great deal of power, instantly turning the stove from blazing hot to ice cold.

With her request fulfilled, Fu Siying calmed down considerably, but she still clung tightly to Mo Canglan's hand. One hand wasn't enough; she wanted to hold both of his hands. But when she touched them, she found he was holding a warm hand warmer in his other hand, and instantly, she started sobbing again, on the verge of tears.