Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying held a few broken and useless jade rings, saying helplessly, "Why did you take the handles away and leave me with just these rings?"

Mo Canglan didn't take it to heart: "The real skill is that you can still string them together without the handle."

……

Seeing that she had already mastered the Nine Linked Rings, was he deliberately trying to make things difficult for her?

Fu Siying was almost furious. She angrily stuffed the useless jade ring into her pocket and started playing with the Kongming lock he had given her, but soon became distracted.

Seeing how easily her attention was diverted, Mo Canglan smiled slightly. She knew she should have Fang Zhi prepare more toys for children in the future.

When the announcement of their arrival was heard outside the carriage, Fu Siying reluctantly put away the Kongming lock and nimbly stepped off the carriage.

She wanted to see what Mo Canglan was up to by bringing Rong Chen to the Mu Prince's residence!

"Sister."

"Don't panic, I'll stay with you."

The siblings entered the Prince Mu's residence. The steward of the residence came to greet them and reported to Mo Canglan: "Master, the items have been prepared and the apprenticeship ceremony can be held at any time."

Fu Siying exclaimed in surprise: "A ceremony for taking a master?"

Fang Zhi laughed: "Yes, if Young Master Fu wants to become an apprentice, he doesn't need to learn from outsiders. His Highness can teach Young Master Fu to become a talent."

Is this... Mo Canglan going to take Chen as his disciple?

Fu Siying looked at Mo Canglan, who remained expressionless, with surprise: "You plan to take Chen as your disciple?"

"Ah."

"..." Fu Siying was speechless for a few breaths, but her tone was firm, "No, I don't agree! No one said they wanted to become your disciple."

These words caused the servants of the Prince's mansion to all show expressions of embarrassment and helplessness. Only Miss Fu would refuse such an unexpected and good thing.

Seeing Fu Siying's objection, Mo Canglan glanced at her sideways and said with a cold sneer, "No one said they would take you as their disciple. This matter has nothing to do with you. You're meddling too much."

After saying that, he looked at Fu Rongchen.

Fu Siying also looked at Rong Chen anxiously: "Of course you don't want to become his disciple either."

Uh… Rong Chen looked troubled. Besides being capricious and ruthless, Prince Mu was also known for his literary and military prowess. To become Prince Mu's disciple, especially his only disciple, would undoubtedly be a great gain.

Logically speaking, even if Rong Chen intended to become Prince Mu's disciple, he could have simply given up due to his elder sister's opposition. However, at this moment, his elder sister's earnest gaze was clearly no match for Prince Mu's indifferent disdain.

"Sister," Rong Chen swallowed, "I, uh..."

Upon seeing Rong Chen hesitate and stammer, Fu Siying's heart skipped a beat, and she slapped Rong Chen on the back: "Don't be afraid! Your elder sister will support you."

"Ah."

Before she could finish speaking, she received a cold laugh from Mo Canglan, which was extremely sarcastic.

Rong Chen glanced at his elder sister with a troubled expression and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Where are you going to support me..." He was clearly being completely controlled by Prince Mu.

"I……"

Her brother's questioning left Fu Siying speechless and heartbroken.

Turning to look at the composed Mo Canglan, then back at the timid and kneeling Rong Chen, she asked, "You really want to become his disciple? What about Young Master Zhiyu? Do you think he's better than Young Master Zhiyu?"

Without Rong Chen needing to answer, Mo Canglan immediately retorted, "What, am I inferior to Bai Qingyu?"

His gaze was sinister as he stared intently at Fu Siying.

Fu Siying was taken aback, then couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, the meaning in her eyes was very clear: Don't you know whether you can beat him or not? Why do you have to make me say it and embarrass you?

Reading the admiration in her eyes for Bai Qingyu, Mo Canglan suddenly narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed Rong Chen, pulling him forward like a little chick.

"Exercise the ceremony!"

There was no need to question the actions of the Mu Prince's Mansion; the servants had already prepared all the items needed for the apprenticeship ceremony. In almost the blink of an eye, Fu Siying saw her younger brother kneeling at Mo Canglan's feet, respectfully kowtowing and offering tea.

"Master, please have tea."

Mo Canglan took the tea, his gaze sweeping over Fu Siying, who was still somewhat bewildered standing by the side of the hall. Fu Siying's dazed expression seemed to amuse him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, like a touch of spring red added to a desolate icy plain.

Seeing that Mo Canglan had finished his tea in one gulp, the steward of the Prince's Mansion shouted "The ceremony is complete." Fu Siying pursed her lips and sighed helplessly after a long while.