Cold-faced Empress

"That means you're drunk. What more do you want?"

Fu Siying walked to the other side of the stone bench and sat down. She poured herself a bowl of wine, took a small sip, and found that it was peach blossom wine.

He then said, "Don't drink too much. You're only slightly tipsy now, but you'll be completely drunk in a little while."

Bai Qingyu laughed, like a slender bamboo trembling happily under the nourishment of rain: "What I want is to get drunk. To get drunk and never wake up, to forget what I want to forget, and to see what I want to see."

It was a private matter, and Fu Siying shouldn't have asked, but seeing him suddenly show a sorrowful expression, she couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to forget, and what do you want to see?"

Bai Qingyu, usually so unrestrained, stiffened slightly. He looked up, his gaze lingering on Fu Siying. He reached out, wanting to part the beaded curtain veiling her face and look into her eyes. Without hesitation, Fu Siying recoiled, avoiding his fingers.

Bai Qingyu withdrew her hand in disappointment. Slightly drunk, she unconsciously showed a wronged expression.

“Uh,” Fu Siying said awkwardly, “I’m not used to it.”

Bai Qingyu shook her head, indicating that she didn't care about the matter.

He suddenly answered her previous question, saying softly, "What I want to forget is exactly what I want to see."

"Huh?" she asked, puzzled. What did she mean?

He gazed at her for a long time before slowly saying, "I want to express my sincerity, so I'm willing to tell you my secret."

Hmm? Why express sincerity? Before Fu Siying could consider whether to hear this secret, Bai Qingyu said, "Actually, I am not my parents' biological child. My mother just bought me for two taels of silver."

Upon hearing this, Fu Siying was shocked. Bai Qingyu was an adopted son?

This is so unlike him! Master Bai and Madam Bai dote on him! The entire Bai family is proud of him as their eldest son, and even the whole of Pingcheng is proud of him as such a renowned scholar.

So, he was actually an adopted son?

Compared to her father, who was also an adopted son, Fu Siying couldn't help but sigh that everyone has their own fate. Her father was adopted by the Fu family, but was rejected and guarded against by the original family. They would win him over when he was useful, and kick him away when he was no longer useful, without any trust or love.

In that instant, she understood why Bai Qingyu was so sorrowful after the ancestral worship ceremony. Because, like her father and her family, he hadn't been worshipping his own true ancestors, but rather the ancestors of others!

"So, what you want to forget is that you are not the biological son of the Bai family, and what you want to see is who your biological father and mother are?" Fu Siying asked.

Bai Qingyu tilted her head back and took a swig of wine: "You are always so intelligent."

Fu Siying disagreed: "That's obvious."

He smiled and asked in return, "Is Prime Minister Fu the same? Your father, as an adopted son of the Fu family, also felt sad when he worshipped his ancestors? He worshipped other people's ancestors without knowing where his own ancestors were, and he didn't even know who he really was."

Suddenly being asked about her father, Fu Siying's heart skipped a beat, and she was speechless. She suddenly realized that she had never noticed this before, and that was…

Who are my father's biological parents?

Is he still alive? Is he just an ordinary citizen? Does he know that his father was a prime minister?

Why did they never try to find their father and reunite with him?