Cold-faced Empress

The steward of the Prince's mansion was very worried: "Miss Fu, what are you doing? Put down the sharp weapon quickly and be careful not to hurt yourself. I have already informed the Prince, and he will be here soon."

"Look at the sky! How fast is 'soon'? I don't believe your nonsense!" Fu Siying sneered. "But my 'soon' is different from yours. Do you believe I'll cut my wrists and commit suicide very soon, splattering you with blood?"

The steward gave a wry smile: "His Highness is truly busy..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold, emotionless male voice rang out: "Let her die. Don't stop her."

Prince Mu has arrived!

As soon as the sound faded, Mo Canglan's figure appeared outside the door. Backlit, his shadow, like a small hill, spread into the room and enveloped Fu Siying.

This tactic really worked. Crying, making a scene, threatening suicide—a woman's magic weapon, it really is effective.

If she had known it would work on Mo Canglan, she would have used it long ago. Why would she have waited here for several hours?

Fu Siying cleared her throat, which was a little sore from shouting, pursed her lips, and loosened her grip, causing the porcelain shard in her hand to fall to the ground with a crisp "crack".

Mo Canglan slowly walked into the hall, glancing at her disdainfully: "Not dead?"

Fu Siying, with her thick skin, said, "What are you talking about, dying or what? It's bad luck. Don't tarnish the Prince's residence."

Guard Fang Zhi followed behind, and with the servants, began to set up braziers and stoves to heat tea. Soon, the hall was filled with steam.

Fu Siying subtly moved closer to Mo Canglan in order to cool off.

Mo Canglan glanced at her sideways, clearly looking down on her.

Fang Zhi also served Fu Siying a cup of hot tea. As he served her the tea, he sneered and his eyes were full of warning.

Fu Siying's heart skipped a beat at that expression.

Huh? When has Fang Zhi ever given her that look?

What do you mean?

Mo Canglan sat upright, holding a small, long cloth bag in his hand, barely longer than his palm. He kept turning it back and forth, and no one knew what was inside the small cloth bag.

He took a sip of tea and said, "The engagement has been called off, what are you doing here?"

Having been tormented all afternoon, Fu Siying's temper had finally died down. She spoke somewhat listlessly, "This humble woman simply wanted to ask Your Highness when the Emperor will issue the decree to annul the engagement."

"His Majesty's will is unfathomable; how could I possibly know?"

Fu Siying wanted to roll her eyes at him. He and the Emperor were in cahoots; if he didn't know, who would?

"I wonder if Your Highness could inquire with the Emperor for clarification?"

"I don't care. Whoever cares can ask me themselves."

In Fu Siying's eyes, Mo Canglan at this moment could only say three words: Beg me!

The villain succeeds.

His face was that of a petty person who had gotten his way!

Thinking back to how he had made things difficult for his father, Fu Siying felt a surge of anger.

"If Your Highness doesn't care about this matter, then let it go. But there is one thing that Your Highness surely cannot ignore. If you didn't care, you wouldn't have caused such a commotion!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Canglan raised an eyebrow at Fu Siying with an irritating expression, clearly knowing what she was referring to.

Fu Siying clenched her fists and asked, "May I ask, are the numerous impeachments against the Prime Minister by court officials these past two days the work of Your Highness?"

Mo Canglan tapped the small cloth wrapped in his palm: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

"Your Majesty and the Prince both promised me that day that I would bear all the consequences of breaking off the engagement and disobeying the imperial decree, and that my family would not be implicated! And now, you have ordered the entire court to impeach my father, and what is that all about? They are all just minor, insignificant faults!"

Mo Canglan glanced coldly at Fu Siying: "No mistake is too small. When officials impeach the prime minister for this, it is also to urge the prime minister to pay attention to details. If there is a mistake, correct it; if not, strive to do better. Besides, the emperor is merely giving the prime minister a warning. What's the big deal? Do you think the consequences of your disobedience are as simple as your father being scolded a few times?"

Fu Siying had no words to refute.

Mo Canglan had completely shut them down. From then on, he would use these trivial matters to torment her family, and they had no choice but to endure it.

"Gold is never pure, and no one is perfect. Although my father is a prime minister, he is still just an ordinary man. Your Highness wishes to have the court officials urge my father to stop nitpicking about things like not wiping his mouth after eating, walking too slowly, or drinking water too quickly."