Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying was restless for three days because of Chu Ziqi's sudden appearance.

It turns out that the wanted criminal that Mo Canglan mentioned was him.

The Marquis of Ping'an's residence was located in Lincheng, and her acquaintance with Chu Ziqi was merely between noble families; they weren't very close. However, because of their similar painful experiences, she forgave Chu Ziqi for the suffering he had caused her and his desire to kill her.

Before her father could rest after returning home, Fu Siying went into his study and asked him about the Ping'an Marquis's residence.

"Why would you suddenly ask this?" Prime Minister Fu asked, puzzled.

Fu Siying's expression was solemn: "I just suddenly thought that even a family as powerful as the Marquis's Mansion could be destroyed overnight, and I couldn't help but fear how many more families would be destroyed and people killed in this storm."

Because he had been advised by Fu Siying that night, Prime Minister Fu had been troubled by many things these past few days. Hearing Fu Siying's lament, he did not respond immediately, assuming that Fu Siying had come today to give him a wake-up call and urge him to change his stance as soon as possible.

After a long silence, Prime Minister Fu said, "Siying, the relationship between the court and the officialdom is too complicated. Sometimes it's not as simple as your father can do whatever he wants."

Fu Siying was slightly taken aback, knowing that her father was powerless to help, and she had nothing to say.

"Alright, don't worry too much. At least your father can still support this family. Tomorrow is my day off, which also happens to be the day I'm supposed to perform a ritual at Tianfu Temple. Go back to your room and rest early. Around noon, your second and third uncles from your paternal clan will be visiting. They'll most likely want to see you, so be prepared," Prime Minister Fu instructed.

Upon hearing that her two uncles from the main family were coming, Fu Siying couldn't help but scoff: "Moving at the first sign of trouble, that's all the main family can do."

"Siying!" Prime Minister Fu said sternly, "You must not be rude. Tomorrow when you meet with family members, you must not act recklessly!"

Fu Siying suppressed her dissatisfaction and said, "I understand."

Hmph, if you don't make her happy, she won't care about anyone's feelings!

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It was another sunny day. The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sun shone so brightly that it made one's eyes water.

Fu Siying stood under the eaves, watching the monks moving about in the courtyard. They had arranged all sorts of ritual implements, including Buddhist bells, drums, stone chimes, and gongs.

Qingyin muttered to herself, "What a grand display."

Fu Siying waved her fan leisurely, not denying the statement. Indeed, the entourage was quite grand, revealing the weight of her father's worries.

Seeing Wei Lanling and Madam Li appear in the distance, Fu Siying covered her lips with her fan and asked Qingyin in a low voice, "Have you done everything I asked you to do?"

Qingyin nodded: "It's all taken care of. I mixed the medicinal herbs you brought back into the medicine for Miss Biao to help her recover. Yun Jian, who is serving Miss Biao, doesn't know this and only knows how to brew the medicine. Don't worry, Miss, I was careful and made sure to avoid other people."

"Okay, how many days has she been taking it?"

"This morning was the third day of taking the medicine."

"Have you seen any results?"

"Yes, I heard from Yun yesterday that Miss Biao is making a menstrual belt and has already started using it."

Satisfied with the result, Fu Siying raised an eyebrow slightly: "Good. Just watch my look later. When the time is right, I don't need to repeat what needs to be done, right?"

"This servant saved it!"

Incense was lit in the Fu family courtyard. Soon, the air was filled with swirling smoke and incense. Fu Siying smelled the aroma and watched Wei Lanling walk towards her. Her expression gradually calmed down as she fiddled with the tassel hanging from the handle of her round fan, her expression inscrutable.