Cold-faced Empress

The back of his hand touched the teacup, feeling its warmth. Mo Canglan was slightly moved, and he raised his eyes to look at Fu Siying.

Fu Siying raised an eyebrow: "Is it warm?"

Mo Canglan withdrew his gaze, said nothing, and silently reached out to accept the teacup.

As the two were passing teacups, Mo Canglan's fingertips brushed against Fu Siying's fingers, causing Fu Siying to shudder suddenly!

Ouch, so cold!

She looked at Mo Canglan in astonishment. If she hadn't seen him reach out with her own eyes, she would have thought she had touched the frost and snow of winter!

"You..." seem colder than you have been these past few days?

Before she could ask, Mo Canglan had already taken the teacup and held it in his palm. Seeing this, Fu Siying could only suppress her surprise and curiosity.

Just as he turned to sit down, he suddenly heard Mo Canglan say, "Change your drink."

Ok?

Fu Siying frowned, looking at the teacup in Mo Canglan's hand; there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Thinking Mo Canglan was just being nosy, Fu Siying reached out and took the teacup from his hand. The moment she touched the teacup, she felt its bone-chilling coldness. Unable to hide her shock and surprise, Fu Siying blurted out, "It's already cold?!"

Tea cools down in a flash!

Is he the god of ice or the god of snow?

Mo Canglan glanced at her, his eyes showing disdain, seemingly dissatisfied with her reaction: "Why make such a fuss?"

Fu Siying was speechless. Making a fuss over nothing?

Doesn't he have any idea who's not normal?

Mo Canglan was freezing cold, while Fu Siying was feeling hot and restless. She casually drank the ice water in her cup and was about to pour him another cup when she suddenly became impatient. Fortunately, she simply picked up the teapot and handed it to him.

"Here, here, you should keep this to warm your hands; it'll help you hold on for a few more breaths."

Seeing that the teapot was about to poke into his arms, Mo Canglan frowned and looked up at her.

His demeanor grew increasingly gloomy, and Fu Siying couldn't understand why he suddenly looked displeased.

Seeing her lack of patience and slow reaction, Mo Canglan rebuked her without any politeness: "You've only served me for a short while and you're already so impatient. How will you be able to be a good wife and mother and manage household affairs in the future?"

Fu Siying stammered, "I...I!"

A good wife and mother, managing household affairs?

Ha, dream on. He'll never live to see her become a devoted wife and mother! Serving him?

Fu Siying raised her hand and threw the teapot into Mo Canglan's arms.

Mo Canglan took the teapot, held it in his arms, and looked very unwell. To unsuspecting onlookers, it was quite strange for the dignified Prince Mu to be inexplicably carrying a teapot.

"Give."

The teapot, which had been in Mo Canglan's hands, returned to Fu Siying's hands in just two breaths.

Fu Siying slammed the teapot down on the table with a thud, then leaned close to Mo Canglan and said earnestly, "Why don't you grab a piece of charcoal? You can even put your hand against the edge of the brazier."

Even Mo Canglan, who saw nothing but lifelessness in everything, couldn't help but roll his eyes at Fu Siying out of the corner of his eye when he heard these words.

Fu Siying tilted her head, somewhat annoyed, and asked, "Hey, did you roll your eyes at me?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Canglan glanced at her sideways and said, "Fu Siying, shut up and don't say anything, or you'll live a little longer."

Immediately, Fu Siying pulled her body back and pouted.

Fu Siying glanced at He Changyi, who was playing chess not far away, her eyes flashing, and then leaned closer to Mo Canglan: "Do you know how to play chess?"

Mo Canglan didn't speak, but it seemed like he was spouting nonsense.

“Well…” Fu Siying pondered for a moment. It was definitely impossible to have Mo Canglan play the game himself. “Can you think of a way to prevent that person from winning?”

She pointed her finger discreetly at He Changyi.