Cold-faced Empress

Fu Siying suddenly snapped back to reality, staring at Mo Canglan's cold, emotionless, and desireless god-like face, her expression growing increasingly malevolent.

"Bah, little man!"

She cursed angrily and threw the thing in her hand at Mo Canglan.

Bystanders exclaimed in alarm, "There's an assassin!"

There was no possibility of an assassin. The blood jade that Fu Siying threw out was caught by Mo Canglan with one hand, posing no danger whatsoever.

Holding the blood jade, Mo Canglan looked up at Fu Siying. Seeing that Fu Siying had finished her tantrum and was about to leave but was stopped by the guards at the door, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Heh, it's nothing, you may all leave."

The guards who came to kill the assassin all retreated, and the advisors and officials in the hall were also dismissed. When only Mo Canglan and two or three trusted servants remained in the hall, Fu Siying snorted coldly, turned around and sat down in a chair to the side, sulking.

Mo Canglan handed the blood jade to the guard: "Is Miss Fu going to start her own business and make a living on her own?"

The guard placed the blood jade on the table next to Fu Siying.

Fu Siying originally wanted to sweep the blood jade to the ground with a wave of her hand, but in the end, she felt sorry for the precious jade and held it back in her hand.

Seeing that Fu Siying remained silent, Mo Canglan, unusually, decided to tease her: "If Miss Fu is willing to become a retainer in my manor, I will certainly treat her well."

Fu Siying removed her veil, revealing a beautiful face that was both charming and furious: "Only a scoundrel would serve as your retainer!"

Are all the people who serve as retainers in the Prince Mu's mansion scoundrels?

Perhaps because he had been scolded by Fu Siying so much, Mo Canglan did not get angry. He simply tapped the hand warmer lightly with his fingers, with a somewhat nonchalant air.

The dignified Prince Mu wouldn't argue with a mere woman like Fu Siying. Or perhaps... he tacitly agrees?

Anyway, Fu Siying took it as an admission.

Recalling her answers during the selection process, she was completely despicable, yet she was chosen. This shows that the Mu Prince's Mansion is a den of vipers and rats, a group of cunning and treacherous villains!

Fu Siying glanced sideways at Mo Canglan and saw his fair skin, handsome appearance, and relaxed demeanor. In contrast, her own cheeks were burning hot from anger and irritation, which made her feel even more depressed. Compared to him, she seemed to look pathetic and inferior.

In such a sweltering environment, who could match Prince Mu's composure?

"I wonder what brings Miss Fu here today?" Prince Mu asked Fu Siying.

Fu Siying said seriously, "My family intends to hold a celebratory banquet for my marriage to the Prince. I have come here to invite the Prince to the banquet."

Mo Canglan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fu Siying: "A banquet?"

"Exactly."

His tapping rhythm on the hand warmer quickened: "It seems the Fu family is quite satisfied with this marriage?"

Fu Siying did not deny it, letting Mo Canglan think for himself. Of course, her Fu family had no intention of holding a celebratory banquet, but what could she do when she had a cunning relative in her family?

Mo Canglan asked, "For something like this, a servant can simply deliver the invitation. Why do you need to come in person?"

"Of course, it's to show sincerity."

"Sincerity?" Mo Canglan put down the hand warmer, lazily yawned, and revealed his fatigue. "Coming here alone, hiding your identity, and not daring to show your true face, what kind of sincerity is that?"

Fu Siying pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and stubbornly replied, "It's just a young lady's modesty."