Cold-faced Empress

The apprenticeship ceremony that the Fu family had carefully prepared was thus ruined.

Despite being angered by Mo Canglan's sudden disruption, Fu Siying quickly apologized to Bai Qingyu: "I'm sorry, Prince Mu insists on seeing Rong Chen, and I don't know when he will be released. It seems we can only find another day to have Rong Chen become your disciple."

Bai Qingyu remained easy to talk to: "It's alright, you should go and check on Rong Chen first."

After thanking her and briefly saying goodbye to her mother, Fu Siying quickly followed the nearly empty Changyi Army and walked out of Jinxiang Tower.

Rong Chen was put into a carriage. After all, Rong Chen was a true man, and he remained calm and composed in the face of danger.

Seeing her younger brother's calm demeanor, Fu Siying glanced around but didn't see Mo Canglan. She immediately fixed her gaze on the large iron box carriage that had already started moving ahead.

Without thinking twice, he rushed over and said to Fang Zhi, who was following beside the car, "I want to get in the car."

Fang Zhi: "There are plenty of cars behind us. Miss Fu, you can get on whichever one you want anytime."

"Whichever car your master is on, that's the car I'll get on."

Before Fang Zhi could linger any longer, Mo Canglan's approval came from inside the car: "Let her up."

At the same time, Prince Mu's personal carriage came to a stop. This time, Fu Siying didn't care whether the carriage would be unbearably hot inside; she quickly boarded the carriage, taking three steps at a time.

The first thing he said after getting into the car was, "Why would I take my brother with me?"

Mo Canglan remained calm: "Your younger brother wants to become an apprentice?"

Fu Siying felt confused: "Yeah." What does it have to do with him whether Rong Chen takes on a master or not?

He then asked, "Do I still wish to become Master Zhiyu's disciple?"

"Yes, Rong Chen and Young Master Zhiyu get along very well, and Young Master Zhiyu is willing to take Chen as his disciple."

“Hmm,” Mo Canglan responded lightly, his tone matter-of-fact, “That’s why I took him away.”

This bizarre cause and effect caused Fu Siying's brows to furrow deeply. In her view, Mo Canglan was simply causing trouble.

Just now in the backyard, he was "righteously" scolding her, telling her to think carefully about how to explain herself to him. Now he's shamelessly taking her brother away by force.

On the way to Prince Mu's residence, Fu Siying didn't say much to Mo Canglan. What he wanted to hear, she didn't want to say; what she wanted to say, he couldn't be bothered to listen to. Since that was the case, she might as well shut up.

The car was so hot that my mouth was parched.

Fu Siying inadvertently touched the jade nine-linked ring that she always kept in her pocket. After thinking for a moment, she took it out and proudly showed it to Mo Canglan, saying disdainfully, "Here you go, I don't need it anymore."

A lustrous jade ring lay in a smooth, white palm. Mo Canglan didn't take it, but glanced at it disdainfully and asked, "You've already figured out how to solve it?"

"Ok!"

"Unravel them one by one."

Thinking that Mo Canglan was deliberately testing her, Fu Siying didn't say a word and carefully unraveled all the jade rings.

"All right."

Seeing the scattered jade rings in her hand, Mo Canglan picked and chose a few from them, then took out a few palm-sized pieces of wood from a small box inside the carriage and handed them to her.

Fu Siying took it with a puzzled look, and then heard him say, "This is a Kongming lock, enough for you to play with for a while."

The tone was as if she were being dismissed as a child. Fu Siying was speechless as she tried to string the remaining jade rings together, but she was surprised to find that without the jade rings that Mo Canglan had taken, she could no longer string the jade rings together.