After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

Zhang Xiyue's eyes flashed with doubt and vigilance, and she asked tentatively: "Isn't this... isn't this the snow mountain painting that my cousin likes the most? Sister-in-law, if you take it away, will my cousin be unhappy about it?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Hua immediately responded with sharp words: "This is something our young lady spent a lot of money to buy. Even the son-in-law has no right to interfere. But you, my cousin, want to get involved in everything. Do you think this scholar's mansion is your own home?"

Zhang Xiyue turned pale instantly upon hearing this. Her beautiful face looked even more pitiful. She defended herself innocently, "I didn't mean that!"

He sneered secretly in his heart, this seemingly calm conversation actually had undercurrents.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng's figure suddenly appeared in a corner of the hall, his steps were steady and powerful.

His deep eyes stared at the scene in front of him, and his tone was low and sharp: "What's going on?"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Xiyue instantly retracted the cunning in her eyes and replaced it with a pitiful look.

She pretended to be panicked, her voice trembling: "It's me...I just accidentally bumped into my sister-in-law. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Fu Yansheng's sharp eyes instantly turned to Ling Mohui, and his tone was as cold as the wind: "Xiyue is a guest, why do you have to bother with her?"

There was a hint of blame in his words, as if suggesting that Ling Mo should not treat her visiting friend in this way.

Ling Mohui's emotions were in turmoil. Faced with Fu Yansheng's misunderstanding, she was hesitant to speak.

However, she soon realized that the explanation at this moment might only seem pale and powerless.

After all, wasn't she expecting Fu Yansheng to become disgusted with her and agree to divorce her?

Isn't this the turning point she has been waiting for?

So, Ling Mohui raised the corners of her mouth slightly, outlining a cold arc, with a resolute light flashing in her eyes: "That's right, I just can't stand her swaying around you. If she doesn't want to cause trouble, she'd better stay away from us!"

Her words were powerful and she expressed her dissatisfaction with the relationship between Fu Yansheng and Zhang Xiyue without any hesitation.

After hearing this, Fu Yansheng's face suddenly turned gloomy and he said sternly, "Ling Mohui, you jealous woman!"

Ling Mohui did not retreat. She looked straight at Fu Yansheng, her eyes revealing tenacity and pride. Then she rolled her eyes contemptuously, turned around and walked away in big strides.

Fu Yansheng stood there silently, watching her back getting farther and farther away, until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, his tense expression gradually relaxed, but the suppressed depression did not dissipate for a long time.

"Cousin, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I've caused you trouble."

Zhang Xiyue's face showed panic and her tone was sincere, but in the depths of her sparkling eyes, a barely perceptible hint of pride flashed across her.

Fu Yansheng sighed softly and returned to his usual calm and indifferent demeanor: "She is always like this. Although she is a little irritable, she has no ill intentions. You don't have to care."

There seemed to be a subtle hint of partiality in his words, which made Zhang Xiyue feel a little dissatisfied, but she still smiled and nodded in agreement, cleverly hiding her dissatisfaction.

……

When Ling Mohui stepped into Bailingxuan, she saw Mo Hua already waiting at the door with an apologetic look on his face.

She quickly stepped forward, carefully unbuttoned Ling Mohui's complicated coat, and apologized in a low voice: "Miss, it's all my fault for speaking too quickly. I caused you to be misunderstood by your son-in-law. I'm really sorry."

Ling Mohui smiled softly, stretched out her finger, and gently poked Mo Hua's smooth forehead, with a bit of doting: "Silly girl, don't you understand? I did that on purpose to make him misunderstand."

Mo Hua widened her bright eyes, full of confusion: "Miss, what is your intention in doing this?"

Ling Mohui gently patted the back of Mo Hua's hand and said gently, "It's hard to explain it to you now. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't take it to heart."

After saying that, Ling Mohui walked straight to the table and sat down gracefully.

She took a wolf-hair brush from the pen holder and wrote freely on the snow-white rice paper.

Then, she looked up at Mo Hua and said firmly, "Mo Hua, go to Lingji Pavilion and customize a piece of gold silk soft armor according to the size on this paper."

Mo Hua was surprised when she heard this: "Miss, even if you want to show your kindness to my uncle, you don't have to spend so much money, right? My uncle is a civil servant, and this golden soft armor has no practical use for him. Besides, the things in Lingji Pavilion are very expensive, so I'm afraid your kindness will be wasted."

Ling Mohui gently put down the brush in her hand, her expression calm and composed: "Who said I want to give it to him? This is for my eldest brother."

Her words revealed her deep concern for her family.

It turned out that in a while it would be the Buddha's Bathing Festival, an important annual festival, when the emperor would lead his ministers to the temple to hold a grand ceremony of burning incense and praying for blessings.

In the subsequent plot of the novel, on the day of Buddha's Bathing Festival, the emperor was attacked by an assassin. Ling Mohui's elder brother Ling Chuyun was unfortunately stabbed in the abdomen while trying his best to protect the emperor, leaving him with an incurable disease.

Ling Mohui stepped forward at the critical moment and blocked the fatal knife for Fu Yansheng. The grievances and hatred between the two became more complicated and profound.

This day, which originally symbolized auspiciousness and peace, became a watershed in the dramatic change of the fate of the General's Mansion.

Ling Chuyun, the commander of the Imperial Guards who was once famous for his bravery and ruthlessness, had to resign from his important duties and bid farewell to the battlefield due to serious injuries in a brutal battle.

And his father, the old general who once supported the family's glory with his illustrious military exploits, could no longer stand up and defend his country. The general's mansion, which had lost its military merits and real power, could only be shaky in the vortex of power, and could only try to maintain its position in the court through the fragile straw of marriage.

Thus, Fu Yansheng became the last hope of the General's Mansion.

Ling Mohui, the girl who should have been carefree, has become a heavy burden for the family's honor and disgrace. Her fate, like a flower blown down by a strong wind, inevitably falls into an unpredictable storm.

"Block the knife? Unless I'm crazy!" Ling Mohui said to herself sarcastically in her heart, with a bitter smile on her lips.

She knew very well that Fu Yansheng, as the protagonist of the story, was blessed with an indescribable fate and would not be easily touched by death.

As for her eldest brother Ling Chuyun, she had already prepared a set of soft armor for him that was carefully crafted by Lingji Pavilion, which would definitely protect him from any crisis.

Although Ling Mohui has done her best to prepare for the upcoming Buddha's Birthday, an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness still lingers in her heart.

Two days before Buddha's Birthday, Ling Mohui lay on the bed, looking at the dark night sky, tossing and turning.

In the morning, she immediately called Moqi and handed her the soft armor that carried her deep worries and expectations. She solemnly instructed: "Moqi, you must deliver this soft armor to big brother as soon as possible. Tell him to wear it no matter when and where in the next two days. Don't slack off at all."