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

Fu Yansheng suddenly let go of her, his face gloomy: "Are you teasing me?"

Ling Mohui snorted coldly: "It's obviously you who have poor comprehension ability and you have to misunderstand what I mean. I think you should be the one to reflect on yourself!"

"Since you are so uneasy, I will give you what you ask for."

Ling Mohui's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this: "You mean, you want to give me a divorce letter?"

"Don't even think about it. I won't let you leave. However, I can give you a child to consolidate your position in the mansion, so that you don't have to worry about it all day long." Fu Yansheng's words were filled with unquestionable determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, he did not allow her to resist and gently pushed her towards the soft couch. Everything seemed to be quiet in an instant, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats echoing in the air.

"You are crazy! Who gave you the idea that I would be willing to give birth to a child for you? I swear, even if I can only be accompanied by the ancient Buddha in this life and die alone in a nunnery, I will never step into the door of your Fu Mansion!"

There was determination and unyielding spirit in her eyes, as if she was swearing to a decision that would never be changed.

Fu Yansheng's fingers were like fiery snakes, slowly climbing up from her delicate ankles, leaving an invisible hot trail wherever they passed, the temperature seemed to burn her skin.

"Don't even think about escaping from me tonight. Jiaxuan and fate have already tied us together. You, Ling Mohui, are destined to be the only one in my life."

His voice was low, but it contained unquestionable power.

At this critical moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, like a breeze blowing across the restless lake.

"Be quiet! We'll talk about this tomorrow!"

Fu Yansheng's displeasure was evident. This was the second time Mo Hua interrupted their conversation, bringing his patience to the brink of collapse.

Outside the door, Mo Hua's voice was as clear as spring water, penetrating the night and clearly audible: "It's not the servants disturbing us, it's the Third Miss, Ling Zhiyun, who is here to visit!"

There was a hint of surprise in her tone, but it could hardly conceal the respect she showed when making that announcement.

As soon as he heard Ling Zhiyun's name, Fu Yansheng's taut fingers involuntarily slid down from Ling Mohui's shoulders. His face seemed to lose all its guard and anger in an instant, becoming much softer.

Ling Mohui caught this subtle change and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She took the opportunity to tidy up her slightly messy clothes, stood up and walked towards the door, with an imperceptible elegance and composure in her movements.

The door opened gently, and the moonlight filtered through the gap, adding a touch of mysterious silver glow to the room.

Ling Mohui's gaze passed over the ink painting and fell on Ling Zhiyun outside the door. Her elegant figure seemed to bring a breeze, forming a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere in the room.

Feeling the subtle atmosphere in the room, Ling Mohui felt a little bitter: "It seems that I came at an inopportune time and disturbed your conversation?"

Self-mockery and helplessness were intertwined in his words, revealing complex emotions.

"No, no, the arrival of the third sister just adds some liveliness to this dull night."

Ling Mohui quickly adjusted her mood and welcomed Ling Zhiyun into the house with as natural enthusiasm as possible, trying to put aside the previous embarrassment.

Fu Yansheng, on the other hand, looked calm and composed. He sat beside an exquisite tea table, drinking slowly from his cup. His leisurely demeanor was completely different from his previous almost paranoid enthusiasm, making people wonder whether they really understood him.

Facing Fu Yansheng's slightly indifferent question, Ling Zhiyun's eyes flashed with a subtle fluctuation, and then slowly handed over the letter in her hand, saying calmly: "It's a letter from the north, with news about the prince."

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui hurriedly took the letter and thought to herself that Wei Ruoming chose the General's Mansion as the destination for the letter, obviously to avoid the letter from encountering any unexpected events when passing through the Grand Secretary's Mansion.

Ling Mohui was somewhat surprised that Ling Zhiyun dared to show the letter in front of Fu Yansheng, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

But before she could read it carefully, Fu Yansheng snatched the letter away and, with force from his fingers, instantly turned it into pieces all over the ground.

"Fu Yansheng, your jealousy has become terminal!" Ling Mohui questioned dissatisfiedly, with a hint of sadness in her anger.

"What kind of unspeakable secret is hidden between you and Wei Ruoming that makes you so eager to hear all the news about him? Even to the point of sending your own sister running around late at night for this?"

Fu Yansheng's rage grew stronger and stronger, and his words were filled with jealousy and questioning.

Ling Zhiyun's expression changed slightly, as if she was touched by something. "Sister, brother-in-law, it's getting late, I can't stay for long, I'll leave first."

After saying that, she left quietly without saying much, leaving behind an indifferent back.

Fu Yansheng suddenly realized what was going on, and quickly stood up and said, "I'll send Zhiyun home first, and we'll discuss our affairs another day."

He hurriedly put on his coat and followed Ling Zhiyun away.

Ling Mohui closed her eyes and thought, leaning back heavily in her chair with a deep look in her eyes.

Every move made by Ling Zhiyun was unexpected and successful. Ever since the poisoning incident, she had noticed that Ling Zhiyun was unusual, and the act of delivering the letter tonight made her even more convinced that Ling Zhiyun was very scheming and had great skills.

Before she could make any move, Ling Zhiyun had already begun to lay out her plans, trying to put her at a disadvantage.

If Ling Zhiyun officially becomes a member of the family in the future, the disputes and calculations within the house will probably become even more complicated. How should he deal with the coming storm?

The Grand Secretary's Mansion, that seemingly solemn and stable mansion, is actually full of undercurrents. It is not a peaceful place to live in for a long time.

Zhang Xiyue's departure seemed to be just a temporary break in the storm, and immediately afterwards, Ling Zhiyun became like a rising crescent moon, becoming the focus of everyone's attention in the mansion and a problem that needed to be solved urgently.

Compared with Zhang Xiyue, her personality is more cunning and unruly, making her difficult to understand, let alone deal with easily.

……

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices and shone onto the exquisite desk, adding a touch of warmth to this quaint space.

Yuan Fangfang, wearing a dress embroidered with elegant lotus flowers, stepped lightly into Ling Mohui's boudoir, her face slightly flushed, her eyes flashing with excitement, and she held a letter tightly in her hand.

"Mohui, I just received a letter from the prince. Although the content of the letter is not very novel, it mentioned that the environment in the northern part of the Great Wall is extremely harsh, food is scarce, and the quality of life is far inferior to that of the prosperous capital. I think he must have sent you greetings as well. I wonder what warm words he said?"

Having said this, Yuan Fangfang's eyes were filled with deep concern for her close friend.

Ling Mohui frowned slightly when she heard this, her face looked a little gloomy, and she whispered the truth: "The letter was torn up by Fu Yansheng without mercy as soon as it came into my hands."

After saying this, a barely perceptible sadness flashed across her eyes.