Cold-faced Empress

Suddenly, Fu Siying's face turned pale, and her body trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably. She abruptly closed her eyes, concealing the endless bitterness and regret in them.

Since her rebirth, she still suffers from insomnia and nightmares from time to time, and she still relives the excruciatingly painful scenes again and again. The ordinary brazier has become the source of her fear, more terrifying than jackals and tigers.

"Fu Siying, get up."

Suddenly, he heard Mo Canglan's voice ring out behind him, unusually fierce.

Not having heard what he said, Fu Siying slowly turned her head, looking at Mo Canglan with a dazed expression: "Hmm?"

For some unknown reason, Mo Canglan's expression was extremely sinister. "Get up."

"Oh."

With a response, Fu Siying was about to sit up when she realized that her hands were right below Mo Canglan's waist and above his legs!

Her body stiffened, and staring at where her hands were, Fu Siying couldn't help but tremble again.

With that tremor, the fleshy sensation under her hand became even more pronounced. Fu Siying reacted as if struck by lightning, swiftly withdrawing her hand.

"Go sit over there." Mo Canglan's tone already contained annoyance.

Fu Siying stood up stiffly, plopped down in the seat next to her, and didn't say another word. Now, all her fear of the brazier was gone, and she was only thinking about how Mo Canglan felt when she was trembling earlier, but she didn't dare to think about how she felt.

Everyone in the banquet hall was kneeling, and no one saw what the two were doing. They could only hear Prince Mu telling Fu Siying to get up and sit down to the side.

Fu Siying took her seat, but Mo Canglan did not continue to ask everyone in the garden to stand up.

He spoke calmly, asking Fu Shi, "Minister Fu, since this is a banquet to celebrate my engagement, is it alright for me and Fu Siying to sit in the main seats?"

Fu Shi knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf: "Your Highness is too kind to this humble official. Of course, Your Highness should sit in the main seat!"

Damn it! We clearly didn't invite Prince Mu, so why is he coming? Shouldn't it be that even if we invited him, he wouldn't come?

Mo Canglan bent down and warmed his hands in front of the brazier: "It's kind of you, Minister Fu, to think of holding a celebratory banquet for me. You're really thoughtful."

Fu Shi was covered in sweat and in a difficult situation, so he could only reply, "It's all what I should do."

Mo Canglan said casually, "After I marry Miss Fu, I will be family with Minister Fu. In terms of seniority, I will have to call Minister Fu 'Second Uncle'."

These words filled Fu Shi with fear, and she repeatedly said, "I dare not."

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare to do,” Mo Canglan said, turning his hands over and looking up at Fu Shi. “Today’s celebratory banquet shows that Minister Fu’s sincerity is evident, and I am deeply pleased.”

Every word was a blow to the hearts of the Fu family. Fu Shi knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head, whether out of anger, fear, or anxiety, it was hard to tell.

Seeing her second uncle's cowardly appearance out of the corner of her eye, Fu Siying felt truly relieved.

After praising Minister Fu's work a few more times, Mo Canglan finally allowed everyone to stand up.

The atmosphere in the garden was eerie. Officials and noble families who did not support Prince Mu felt as if they had entered a tiger's den, and none of them dared to speak or act recklessly.

The crowd secretly glanced at Prince Mu, only to find that he was also scanning them.

After looking around and observing which family and residence were in the garden, Mo Canglan chuckled very softly, the sound of which was quite noticeable in the quiet garden.

"They're all here. It seems that if I want to wipe them all out, now is a good time to strike."