Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying looked in that direction. She saw that the extremely long whip that had been used to lash Rong Chen was held by the coachman of the black carriage in front of her.

The driver showed no remorse whatsoever; on the contrary, his attitude was extremely rude: "You're dawdling like a worm crawling on the ground. If you're not going to move, then get out of the way and don't delay my master's journey!"

Riding a tortoise or a snail was bad enough, but now he was being humiliated by being called a worm crawling. Fu Rongchen was so angry that his handsome face turned red.

Fu Siying, her face contorted with anger, calmly surveyed the other party's carriage and the driver's attire before pushing her younger brother's family members off the carriage.

Today, we went out to offer incense. Although the carriage was simple and there were few servants accompanying us, the style of the carriage was obvious and could not be ignored by anyone with discerning eyes.

How could someone be so rude and disrespectful, daring to disregard the status of a first-rank official of the court?

Fu Siying had a guess in her mind.

She stared at the driver, then suddenly smiled, asking in a mocking and flippant tone, "Is your master in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"You!" The coachman was shocked. He never expected Fu Siying to provoke him like this. He raised his whip and threatened her, "How dare you! Do you know who my master is? How dare you utter such curses?"

Seeing that the driver was still arrogant, Fu Siying frowned.

If the coachman dared to whip Rong Chen without hesitation because he mistook Rong Chen for a guard, then she had just stepped off the carriage. Judging by her appearance and clothing alone, who wouldn't recognize her as the master?

The driver was so arrogant; who else could be his master besides that person?

The thought of that person ignited a nameless fire within her, enough to make Fu Siying furious.

She was about to speak again when her father pulled her behind him.

Prime Minister Fu looked at the other party with a sullen and angry expression. The other party's carriage was not of the official rank prescribed by the court, making it impossible for Prime Minister Fu to determine the other party's status.

But he was a prime minister, how could he tolerate his children being humiliated in broad daylight?

"I am Fu Qing. May I ask who you are?"

As soon as the sound faded, the door of the tall, dark carriage opposite them was slowly pulled open.

Fu Siying suddenly felt a chill run through her body, as if the gates of hell had opened before her, and a cold, bloody, and evil wind was surging out.

A deep, hoarse voice rang out: "So, it's the Prime Minister."

It was very low and flat, like a thunderbolt from the sky striking a dead tree on the mountaintop, the charred wood grinding against the mountain wind with a terrifying sound.

A man emerged from the shadows. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely dark, like the bold strokes of an artist's ink, but his face was very pale, and even his lips were a pale pinkish-red.

White jade stained with blood, plum blossoms meeting in the cold snow, just like a jade tree transforming into human form and stepping into the mortal world, exuding nobility, radiating coldness and aloofness, making people feel unapproachable at first glance.

Upon seeing this man, Prime Minister Fu's expression immediately changed, and he bowed deeply, saying, "This old minister greets Prince Mu!"

Fu Siying suddenly narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the mysterious Prince Mu, whom she had only ever heard of but never seen.

Just as she expected, it was him!

In both past and present lives, there is no one else who dares to disregard everything and act as they please at the foot of the imperial city except for Prince Mu.

Remembering that she had heard Wei Lanling mention Prince Mu before she died in her previous life, Fu Siying also developed a deep hatred for Prince Mu!

Even a lowly coachman of Prince Mu dares to commit violence and bully others. Does such a violent, arrogant, and bloodthirsty person deserve to be called "the appearance of an immortal"?

No matter how handsome or extraordinary one's appearance may be, it's nothing more than a painted mask.

The fact that Wei Lanling could still remember this man who died young many years later, and even that her actions seemed to be aimed at avenging Prince Mu, shows how deeply she loved him.

I never imagined that Prince Mu would have such a sordid affair with Wei Lanling. His taste is just as utterly disgusting as He Changyi's!

Noticing that Prince Mu was wrapped in a dark gray cloak and looked pale in the sweltering summer heat, Fu Siying gave a cold smile.

She's clearly in a hurry to be reborn. Why would she be engaged to someone like that?

Noticing that Fu Siying looked at him with a smile instead of fear, Mo Canglan also slightly curled the corners of his lips. However, the curve of his lips did not add to the smile on his face, but instead made him look even more cold and stern.

His eyes were narrow and slightly narrowed, and when he looked at Fu Siying, his gaze was as sinister and cold-blooded as a leopard staring at its prey.

Upon hearing her husband say that he was Prince Mu, Li hurriedly led her children to kneel and pay their respects to Prince Mu.

Fu Siying's sleeve was tugged a few times, but she didn't budge.

Prime Minister Fu hurriedly apologized: "My daughter is lacking in manners and her words and actions are crude. I hope Prince Mu will forgive her!"

“It’s alright,” Mo Canglan said quietly, looking at Fu Siying. “Come forward and let me take a look.”

Lady Li was surprised that Prince Mu would make such a sudden request. She was about to say that it was inappropriate, but her husband stopped her.

Prime Minister Fu turned his head and anxiously gestured for Fu Siying to step forward.

Fu Siying remained motionless. She knew that Prince Mu's request was not impolite, but it was conditional on the imperial decree of marriage already being issued.

Fu Siying smiled and said in a sweet voice, "I hope Your Highness will forgive me. I am not an animal and will not want to get close to smell everything I see."

Her beauty was as vibrant as a summer flower, yet her words were filled with disgust and provocation, and her gaze was piercing.

"Insolence!" Prime Minister Fu was shocked and immediately reprimanded Fu Siying angrily, "Speaking nonsense! Kneel down and apologize to Prince Mu at once!"

Fu Siying remained motionless. Her anger was barely contained. If He Changyi and Wei Lanling were in front of her, she would have torn them to pieces! Her mere provocation of Prince Mu was a sign that she still retained some rationality.

At this time, the Emperor was inquiring about the marriage between the two families, and she figured Prince Mu wouldn't dare to do anything to her. Of course, she also dared not be any more presumptuous.

As expected, even Mo Canglan's coachman was furious upon hearing Fu Siying's audacious and offensive words, his long whip ready to strike at any moment, while Mo Canglan showed no sign of anger.

“Heh,” Mo Canglan smiled indifferently, “Just as the rumors say, the Prime Minister’s eldest daughter is the most spoiled, arrogant and domineering.”

Prime Minister Fu replied, "This old minister has failed in his duty of instruction!"

As the atmosphere grew tense, a soft tapping sound suddenly broke the silence. Fu Siying narrowed her eyes, noticing that Mo Canglan's fingers were rhythmically tapping on the wood beside him.

Each blow made Fu Siying fully feel his anger and repression.

Ha, he wouldn't dare hurt her. If the Emperor knew that she had been brutally murdered simply for refusing to comply with his indecent advances in the street, he would face impeachment and accountability from the court, a veritable wrath of thunder and lightning.

In her opinion, although Prince Mu was physically weak and wicked, he was by no means a fool.

"Please invite Miss Fu over." Suddenly, Mo Canglan said softly.

Before anyone could react, the coachman's long whip shot out and struck Fu Siying. Before she could cry out or dodge, it instantly wrapped around her.

With a flick of the whip, Fu Siying was pulled into the air and, with a thud, crashed onto the hard, hot carriage floor in front of Prince Mu in the blink of an eye.

Fu Rongchen exclaimed in surprise, "Eldest sister!"

Just as he was about to rush forward, Prime Minister Fu held him back tightly.

Before Fu Siying could even cry out in pain after falling in front of Prince Mu, she was scalded by the hot iron carriage floor beneath her and rolled over to sit up.

"hiss--"

Why is it so hot?

Looking up, I was surprised to see a large stove inside Prince Mu's carriage!

Fu Siying stared at Prince Mu in astonishment.

Is he a giant block of ice? Ah, no, if he were ice, he would have melted long ago. But if he were fire, why would he need these things?

In that instant, Fu Siying couldn't help but recall the furnace that had caused her immense harm before her death in her previous life.

With a stove in front of her and Prince Mu, who was having an affair with Wei Lanling, Fu Siying couldn't help but glare at Prince Mu with fury and grit her teeth.

Mo Canglan suddenly reached out and pinched Fu Siying's chin.

His fingers were long, clean, and with distinct knuckles, almost translucent white. When they touched her, she could feel a bone-chilling coldness.

Whether from the cold or fear, Fu Siying shivered.

He really is a block of ice that has stood for millennia!

Fu Siying's face was pinched and turned by Mo Canglan, and she could clearly see Mo Canglan's indifferent eyes.

He looked her over and examined her closely, but his gaze remained unmoved, treating her merely as a lifeless object.

Fu Siying had never met Mo Canglan in her previous life. She only knew that he was violent and unpredictable, and that he was born with a disease and would not live long.

Today was the first time she had seen him, and so close at that.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the man's coldness and terror. It seems that in his eyes, there is no living being in this world.

“Miss Fu,” Mo Canglan leaned closer, his breath almost touching Fu Siying’s, “You’re quite beautiful.”

Fu Siying frowned deeply, enduring the pain in her chin, and stared at him, saying each word clearly, "Prince Mu is too kind. We are alike."

Mo Canglan laughed: "You should be grateful that the timing is perfect for you today, and you should also be grateful for your identity, otherwise..."

With that, he tightened his grip, causing Fu Siying to groan immediately.

With just one blow, Fu Siying was brought to tears by the pain.

Rubbing her chin, Mo Canglan's face was devoid of any smile: "Go to the temple and sincerely pray for me, because when I go to be reincarnated..."

His eyes were like blades: "I will definitely take you with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Siying's face was pushed outwards, and she was pushed off the car!

After reprimanding Fu Siying, Prince Mu said no more to the Fu family and drove away.

Amidst the dust kicked up by the wheels, Fu Siying was helped up by her family. Watching the carriage, which resembled an iron box, speed away, she gritted her teeth in resentment.

No matter how powerful he is, he's just a ghost destined to die young. He won't live more than two years; she has enough life to outlast him! The one who laughs last is the winner.

Li Shi, Yunzhi, and Rongchen surrounded Fu Siying with heartache, expressing their concern repeatedly.

Xiao Yunzhi exclaimed in alarm, "Sister, Prince Mu said he wants to take you with him when he is reincarnated!"

Fu Siying waved her hand dismissively: "I'm not marrying him, so why should he include me?"

Fu Jingcai, both anxious and furious, looked at Fu Siying with even greater worry: "Siying, why are you so arrogant today! Now look what's happened, you've caught Prince Mu's eye, and there's no escaping this marriage!"

Li was shocked: "Marriage? What marriage!"

Naturally, it was about the marriage with Prince Mu.