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

Ling Zhiyun looked up, her eyes full of innocence and confusion, "I really don't know, it was that night, I came back from a walk, drank a sip of tea, and then I felt something was wrong with my body, and soon I couldn't hold on any longer, and fainted."

On that dim evening, the twilight was like a veil, gently covering the small town. Outside the inn, several figures were hidden in the darkness, with eyes as sharp as eagles, guarding the area tightly to ensure that no outsiders could approach quietly, let alone tamper with the tea.

Such strict protection creates an invisible sense of tension in the air.

"Where else did you go before returning to the inn?" Fu Yansheng's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.

Ling Mohui's face changed slightly due to this sudden questioning. She was pushed away by Fu Yansheng and her body staggered a few steps involuntarily. Her eyes were full of confusion and indignation at Fu Yansheng's overprotective behavior.

Fu Yansheng remained silent, his face looked particularly solemn under the dim light, and then he slowly turned to Ling Zhiyun.

"Think carefully about it. When you were out that night, maybe you missed something, even the smallest detail? Did you meet anyone suspicious, or taste anything by accident?"

Ling Zhiyun shook her head lightly, her movement seemed somewhat helpless, her beautiful face was full of confusion and innocence, "I was just taking a simple walk around that night and didn't eat anything."

Ling Mohui frowned, and the doubt in her words was like an ice cone, pointing directly to the core of the problem: "Even if we ignore all other possibilities, the probability of there being a problem with the tea is almost zero. Your men are right under our noses. If someone really has ill intentions, how could they not notice it?"

Fu Yansheng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Perhaps, they chose to turn a blind eye just to please you, the powerful wife of the Prime Minister."

Ling Mohui's pupils shrank suddenly when she heard this, and her voice was filled with incredible anger: "Fu Yansheng, you would rather doubt your own confidants than believe that Ling Zhiyun might hurt herself?"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the tense atmosphere reached its peak.

Fu Yansheng's voice suddenly became icy cold: "Enough! Zhiyun is not that kind of person. Originally, in view of your recent good performance, I intended to lift your house arrest order after returning to Beijing, but now it seems that you don't seem to have learned from the past lessons."

Then, a loud shout resounded throughout the inn: "Come here, take her back to Bailingxuan. No one is allowed to leave without my permission!"

Ling Mohui laughed out of anger, her voice full of determination: "Fu Yansheng, I think you are crazy! I am going to divorce you!"

After saying this, he walked away, leaving everyone in shock and astonishment.

The moment she stepped into Bailingxuan, Ling Mohui felt as if she had returned from the cold outside world to a warm harbor.

When Moqi and Mohua saw her return, bright smiles suddenly broke out on their faces, instantly dispelling the haze in her heart.

"Miss, you are finally back!" Mo Hua's concerned words were filled with joy, while Mo Qi carefully asked whether the journey was smooth and whether she had suffered any grievances.

The two of them were on Ling Mohui's left and right, one gently massaging her sore calves, and the other gently patting her tense shoulders. Such meticulous care made Ling Mohui's fatigue and frustration dissipate most of it without her noticing.

This is in stark contrast to the busy and sleepless life I have been experiencing during this period.

When she woke up, the sky was already filled with the light color of dusk. Ling Mo returned to the yard and had a drink alone, trying to drive away the remaining restlessness.

At this quiet moment, a bold figure quietly appeared on the roof.

"Han Zifeng, you are really brave!" Ling Mohui lowered her voice, looked around vigilantly, and warned in a low voice, fearing that she would cause unnecessary trouble.

Han Zifeng's laughter was lighthearted, as if everything was under his control: "Don't worry, I have dealt with those annoying eyes. Do you want to take the risk with me?"

His proposal was like an irresistible temptation that made Ling Mohui raise her eyebrows involuntarily. The fire of freedom that had been suppressed for a long time in her heart was instantly ignited.

"Where are we going?" she asked, eager to find a little breathing space in these closed days.

"Follow me and you will know." Han Zifeng stretched out his hand, his eyes flashing with mystery and invitation.

Ling Mohui held the hand tightly without hesitation, and her body seemed to be pulled by magic. She jumped lightly onto the roof and was freed from the restraints in an instant.

Just as Mo Hua turned around to get the blanket to keep the young lady warm, he looked back and found that the yard was empty.

She could not help but stand there in a daze, muttering to herself: "Where is he? He was clearly here just now..."

Ling Mohui followed Han Zifeng and slowly walked to the bank of Sheng River. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the water, making the waves sparkle, and contrasted with the warm light of the lanterns on the shore.

On the Sheng River, various small boats are arranged in an orderly manner like stars. The occasional collision between the boats creates circles of delicate ripples.

There were crowds of people on both sides of the river, and the air was filled with festive joy as the willows along the river swayed in the wind with laughter.

"Today's Shenghe is truly unprecedented in its grandeur."

Ling Mohui's voice was full of novelty and excitement. Her eyes flickered in the bustling crowd, capturing every vivid color.

Han Zifeng smiled gently and said, "Tonight is the time for the music banquet. We will meet friends through music. The talented men and beautiful women in the capital will all want to take this opportunity to show their talents and get to know each other."

His words revealed his familiarity and anticipation for this feast.

Ling Mohui glanced casually, her eyes penetrating the crowd and falling on an inconspicuous but noble carriage, which was the symbol of Fu Yansheng.

"As expected, he also participated in this feast."

She frowned slightly and whispered, with a barely perceptible worry in her tone, "Let's leave. If Fu Yansheng finds out where I am, it will cause unnecessary disturbances. I don't want to be the topic of conversation after dinner."

Han Zifeng seemed to have been prepared. While comforting Ling Mohui, he took out a delicate veil from his side and gently put it on her with gentle and delicate movements.

"Here, maintaining mystery is a necessary etiquette." His voice was soft, as if it could soothe people's anxiety.

Then, an exquisite mask was handed to Ling Mohui, with intricate and beautiful patterns painted on it.

"With this attire, even the closest people would find it hard to tell your true appearance." Han Zifeng's words carried a hint of pride.

As they were talking, the two had already reached the riverside. Han Zifeng gracefully presented the invitation letter, and immediately, two elegantly decorated boats seemed to have received an invisible call and lightly docked.

The boat was hung with colorful lanterns, which illuminated the water surface beautifully.