Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying hurriedly followed, afraid that he would leave her alone on the mountaintop. If that happened, she would probably have to run herself ragged to get back to the city.

Mo Canglan's words stirred something within Fu Siying. Did the Emperor care that Yunzhi was the one who entered the palace?

However, even though Yunzhi fell in love with the Emperor at first sight, and the Emperor treated Yunzhi differently, what could guarantee that the Emperor would continue to treat Yunzhi differently?

With countless beauties in the harem, and countless battles raging, how long can the emperor's favor last? Once the interest wears off, once boredom sets in, once the usefulness is exhausted, and once the beauty fades, how will Yunzhi stand in the harem?

This wasn't just her overconfident worry; it was a lesson she learned at the cost of her life!

How could she stand by and watch Yunzhi be sent into this cruel place?

Mo Canglan boarded the carriage, and Fu Siying followed suit, but was stopped by the guard Fang Zhi as soon as she got close.

"Hmm?" Fu Siying asked, annoyed.

Fang Zhi gestured for her to look at Mo Canglan's expression.

Mo Canglan sat comfortably in the carriage, his slender, pale fingers tapping on the stove lid. He asked casually, "Still want to call off the engagement?"

Fu Siying was immediately speechless.

What?! Does that mean she's only allowed to board the carriage if she doesn't want to break off the engagement? If she still insists on breaking off the engagement, she'll have to go back to the capital on her own?

Besides, hadn't he already agreed to call off the engagement?

"You...you already agreed?"

"What use is my agreement if the imperial decree has not been issued?"

She was utterly speechless at his shamelessness: "What if I insist on breaking off the engagement?"

Mo Canglan's lips curled slightly: "Looks like you haven't had enough of the game just now."

That statement was a deadly threat.

Fu Siying remained silent for a long time before saying, "I can accept the marriage without breaking off the engagement, but I will never agree to Yunzhi entering the palace."

Mo Canglan felt no problem with this: "The former is related to me, the latter is not related to me, and I only care about the former."

He raised a finger, and Fang Zhi withdrew his hand to stop him: "Miss Fu, please."

After boarding the carriage, Fu Siying, who was chilled to the bone from being blown by the wind for half the night, felt for the first time how warm and reassuring Mo Canglan's carriage was.

Thinking of Mo Canglan's words, her gaze deepened: "No matter who the Emperor wants to summon to the palace, even if the Emperor doesn't like me, he can still win over the Fu family by putting me in the Cold Palace. So why can't you let me go and let me help my sister? Besides, it's better for you to marry Xia Suxi than to marry me."

Her question made Mo Canglan frown.

"You ask me why I can't let you go?" He looked slightly annoyed. "Fu Siying, putting aside your idea of ​​entering the palace in place of your sister, do you really think it doesn't matter who you marry?"

“No!” she answered without hesitation. “There’s no difference.”

Mo Canglan instantly gripped the hand warmer, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Fu Siying.

“You stubbornly believe that I don’t care who I marry as my queen, so marrying Miss Xia is better than marrying you. But I’m telling you clearly now, I think…” he said, word by word, “there is a difference.”

Fu Siying's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Is there a difference?

"What...is the difference?" she murmured.

Mo Canglan leaned back slightly, placed his hand to the side, and released the now-cold hand warmer.

A slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Is there a difference? Ha, he himself doesn't know what the difference is.

But he could still answer her question with full confidence: "Miss Xia is proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She is outstanding in both talent and knowledge, and exceptionally intelligent. You, on the other hand, are not only self-righteous and stubborn, but also hopelessly stupid."

When Fu Siying gritted her teeth, about to ask why he didn't choose Xia Suxi, Mo Canglan changed his tone: "Only you can perfectly highlight my wisdom and prowess. Therefore, it has to be you."

...Heh, hehehehe.

Fu Siying resolutely refused to accept such praise as "I can't live without you"!

"Pah, you're nothing but a wicked person who doesn't want others to have an easy time."

Mo Canglan neither confirmed nor denied it.

The carriage sped along, finally arriving back in the capital before dawn. When leaving the Fu residence, Fu Siying was carried out by Sun Yi, but now, if she wanted to return home quietly in the same way, climbing over the wall would be a great challenge for her.

Fang Zhi naturally stepped forward: "Miss Fu, shall I carry you into the manor?"