Cold-faced Empress

The elderly judges looked at each other, and finally said, "Please wait a moment, young lady. We are not knowledgeable enough in this area, so we need to ask a more knowledgeable person to ask you questions."

"Okay." Fu Siying's tone was light and cheerful, with a hint of liveliness and laughter. Meanwhile, countless people in the courtyard were thinking that this good girl would probably be finished in no time.

Fu Siying turned to face the main room of the small building. She was wearing a veiled hat, and a bamboo curtain hung in front of the door, so no one could see anyone else.

After a short while, a note was passed out: "How can Prince Mu possibly utilize the young lady's talents?"

Fu Siying answered quickly: "There are countless places where it can be used! When you can win without bloodshed, all you need is your silver tongue. When you encounter a difficult situation, you can cry, make a scene, and even threaten suicide. Once the situation becomes chaotic, you can take advantage of the chaos. Do you gentlemen agree with what I said?"

Every married man has experienced the power of "crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide." The three old gentlemen, perhaps deeply moved by this, nodded repeatedly.

Upon seeing this, Fu Siying immediately added, "Besides, as the sages said, only women and petty men are difficult to deal with. There are enough petty men in Prince Mu's mansion, but not a single woman! So it's precisely because I'm lacking!"

As soon as the last two sentences were finished, Lang Junsong, who was sitting in the audience, immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

If we're talking about boldness, no one in the world can compare to this wonderful young lady. What does it mean that "there are plenty of scoundrels in the Prince Mu's mansion"?

I've said too much.

If we don't mention the rest, we can still get away with it, but mentioning the last two sentences is practically a provocation.

In the dead silence, another note was passed: "Is the young lady's talent worthy of high art, or is it destined to be confined to the small world of the inner quarters?"

Feeling slighted, Fu Siying clicked her tongue and shook her head: "Who asked the question? Their understanding is rather narrow, isn't it? There's no difference between a grand hall and a small courtyard. Does a larger space and men with their own agendas make them seem superior? Tsk tsk, not at all. The reason the grand hall is called 'elegant' is not because it's truly elegant, but because it's hypocritical. But the small world of the inner courtyard is even more hypocritical! Talents born in the small world are perfectly suited for use in the hypocritical grand hall."

After her seemingly profound and clever words, the people in the courtyard looked at Fu Siying with varying degrees of curiosity. They couldn't help but speculate about her identity and background. Who raised such a difficult woman!

Fu Siying still feigned confidence and lazily strolled around the high platform.

She was just talking nonsense. Because if she didn't say it in a more forceful way, what if the Prince Mu's mansion really thought she was causing trouble and gave her a good scolding!

Now she only wants to be eliminated and get rid of this matter as soon as possible. She will then secretly show the Blood Jade to the servants of the Prince's Mansion so that they will allow her to see Prince Mu.

After waiting for a while, the result was finally obtained.

However, the result left Fu Siying speechless: "Good girl, you've been chosen!"

The crowd was shocked and in uproar.

what? !

Fu Siying was stunned.

Could Mo Canglan be a blind and deaf cripple?! He doesn't want Lang Junsong, but she?!

"Good girl, please come into the main room and we'll talk in detail."

Fu Siying stared blankly as the servants of the Prince's mansion treated her with utmost respect. She suddenly turned to look at Lang Junsong, only to see him smile brightly at her and offer his congratulations with a cupped-hand salute.

The servants of the Prince's Mansion urged her to enter the main hall. Fearing that Lang Junsong would run away like He Changyi, she loudly instructed Lang Junsong to wait for her for a moment.

Seeing that Lang Junsong nodded in agreement, he felt relieved and entered the main room.

The moment Fu Siying entered the main hall, she felt uneasy. If she were to change her mind now and no longer want to be a retainer of the Prince Mu's mansion, wouldn't her fate be even worse?