Cold-faced Empress

Before Fu Siying could even hesitate, Mo Canglan had already stepped out of the carriage and stood beside it.

He glanced at her coldly from the corner of his eye, then turned around, fully displaying his broad back to her, and said with a disdainful tone, "Hurry up."

What it means is self-evident.

Fu Siying was somewhat flattered, feeling that this guy was truly capricious and unpredictable. Just a moment ago he wanted to push her off a cliff, but now he was kindly offering to carry her into the mansion.

Haha, even so, she will never forget his previous rudeness and barbarity!

Now you're pretending to be a good person?

late!

After only a moment of stunned silence, Fu Siying naturally leaned against Mo Canglan's broad back...

Mo Canglan, wrapped in a jet-black mink fur coat, lay prone in a patch of slippery water. It was a bit slippery.

Two arms encircled his neck and tightened around him.

"Are you trying to strangle me while I'm gone?" Before he could even leave, Mo Canglan suddenly warned him, exuding a murderous aura as if he intended to wipe out a wave of enemies.

Fu Siying reluctantly loosened her grip slightly. Yes, that's right, she did intend to strangle him while she was at it. It seems that after playing the villain for so long, he's quite perceptive about his own impending doom.

After Fu Siying adjusted her position and lay down comfortably, Mo Canglan carried her steadily on his back, took two steps forward, and then, as Fu Siying expected, mocked, "If I said you were a pig, you really are no different from a pig."

"Hurry up, you pig carrier," Fu Siying said irritably.

In the darkness, a huge figure resembled a nimble orange cat, running and leaping with incredible agility.

It was very stable, but extremely cold.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Siying was safely escorted to her bedroom.

After setting the person down, Mo Canglan turned to leave.

"Thank you."

Mo Canglan paused, turned around and glanced at her with slight surprise, seemingly not expecting that after what happened tonight, she would still thank him so generously.

He thought for a moment, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and showed it to her: "You can do whatever you want with this document."

Upon discovering that the contract was actually in Xia Suxi's hand, Fu Siying quickly took it and put it away. But this time, instead of thanking Mo Canglan, she only offered sarcastic remarks.

"You're really something, managing to get this from Xia Suxi. You must have scared her half to death, right?"

Mo Canglan said calmly, "Such trivial matters are naturally handled by servants. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he indeed didn't linger, walked out of the house, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Fu Siying withdrew her annoyed gaze and closed the door tightly. Without thinking, she immediately lit the candles and quickly burned the two contracts between Xia Suxi and herself to ashes.

Judging from Mo Canglan's attitude, the attempt to break off the engagement is bound to fail. And as long as Xia Suxi has this written agreement, it will definitely add more troublesome problems for her, and will also involve Luo Qiansu.

Looking at the ashes scattered on the ground, Fu Siying knew that she had undoubtedly incurred a huge favor from Mo Canglan.

It's outrageous! She was threatened all night, and in the end, she's the one who owes them a favor.

As dawn broke, Fu Siying's exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she finally yawned and drifted off to sleep.

Early in the morning, after the carriages belonging to Prime Minister Fu's family were properly packed up, they arrived at his ancestral home to wait for his family members to return to their hometown together.

Supported by her two daughters-in-law, Madam Fu left the mansion. Her gaze swept across the area, and she only caught sight of Prime Minister Fu, Madam Li, and Yunzhi Rongchen. She couldn't help but frown.

Before Madam Fu could even ask, Madam Zhang, the second wife of Fu, noticed with her sharp eyes: "Where's Siying? Why isn't she here?"

Madam Li hurriedly explained, "That child fell ill last night and was confused, so I let her rest in the carriage. When we get to Pingcheng, I will definitely have her pay her respects to the old lady."

Upon hearing this, Madam Fu's expression softened slightly. She nodded and walked toward the carriage.

Once the team was fully prepared, a command was given, and the sizable convoy slowly set off.

Li was in Fu Siying's car, looking at her daughter who was fast asleep, and she was very worried.

She went to bed so early last night, yet she was so listless this morning. Worried that her daughter was sick, Li ordered Qingyin to fetch a doctor to diagnose her. The doctor found out that she had caught a cold and had a fever, and that she had also sprained her ankle, which was swollen like a bun.

This puzzled Li. What was wrong with her daughter? Although it was autumn, it wasn't cold enough to cause her to catch a chill. Besides, how could she have sprained her ankle out of the blue?