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

Upon hearing this, Yuan Fangfang's eyes widened, her anger was evident, and she almost bit the unfair reality with her teeth: "Fu Yansheng is really too much! How can you treat other people's feelings so lightly?"

Then, she changed her mind and comforted him gently, "Forget it, even if you didn't see the contents of the letter, we can still write a reply ourselves! If Wei Ruoming receives your reply, he will definitely be happy. Maybe this kind thought can cross thousands of mountains and rivers and warm his heart."

Ling Mohui agreed with this, so she picked up her pen and dipped it in ink, then wrote on the paper. Every word was filled with her delicate emotions and concern, but she did not mention the fact that the letter had been torn up, as if that was an old scar that she did not want to open again.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the two of them walked towards the post station in the city, carrying letters full of affection.

As soon as she stepped out of the house, she unexpectedly met a young man in luxurious clothes. His eyes wandered over Ling Mohui with an undisguised amusement in them.

"My beauty, where are you going? Do you need me, the flower protector, to accompany you for a while?"

The man's face was shiny and his words revealed frivolous meanings.

When Yuan Fangfang heard this, she immediately became furious, her eyes widened, and she asked with unquestionable authority in her voice: "Who do you think you are? Why do you block our way?"

Seeing this, the man's little follower immediately stepped forward, put on his usual bossy look, and said in a threatening tone: "You ignorant little girl, do you know that my young master is the direct descendant of the Minister of Revenue, Lord Zeng Jie? If you dare to offend the young master, you will suffer the consequences!"

The boy's arrogance made it easy to imagine how domineering they were in their daily lives.

Son of the Minister of Revenue, Zeng Jie?

When Ling Mohui heard the name, a hint of coldness flashed across her eyes and she sighed in her heart, it was indeed as disgusting as described in the book.

"Don't panic, girls."

Zeng Jie seemed to be very proud of his background, but he didn't know that many people in Beijing were terrified when they heard his name and tried to avoid him.

However, today he obviously chose the wrong opponent.

"So you are the infamous Zeng Jie! How disgraceful and uncultured!"

When Yuan Fangfang thought that this man was the marriage partner chosen for her by her family elders, she could no longer suppress her anger. Her teeth chattered and she raised her hand involuntarily, breaking the noise with a crisp slap.

Zeng Jie was stunned by this sudden slap, and then he roared like a lit firecracker: "How dare you hit me! You are really tired of living!"

He was so angry that he shouted, "Come here! Arrest these two ungrateful women!"

"Whoever dares to move, let me try!" Ling Mohui's voice was as cold as ice. Her sharp eyes swept over the servants around her who were ready to make a move. Her body naturally exuded the aura of a strong man who should not be underestimated, which made those who intended to take action feel a chill in their hearts.

Zeng Jie had always been rude and arrogant, so he didn't care about all that. He blurted out "get started!" and immediately the two groups of followers started fighting in the narrow street.

In the chaos, Zeng Jie was furious. He picked up a thick wooden stick and waved it wildly at Ling Mohui and Yuan Fangfang.

The two were unable to dodge and their bodies tilted and they fell to the ground together. At this critical moment, a silver light appeared, like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, and easily cut off the wooden stick in Zeng Jie's hand.

Ling Mohui was still in shock. She looked up and saw Zheng Jiaxuan holding a long sword.

Zheng Jiaxuan flashed like a cheetah, and with a sudden force of his right foot, a gust of wind came forth, striking Zeng Jie directly in the chest.

Zeng Jie seemed like a dead leaf caught in a strong wind. He flew out with a whoosh and hit the trunk of an old locust tree heavily. The bark cracked. Zeng Jie's eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

Zheng Jiaxuan didn't stop, and took a few big steps to Ling Mohui's side. His eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and he asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"

His hands rested lightly on Ling Mo's shoulders, as if he wanted to confirm her safety through this simple touch.

Ling Mohui gently shook her head, her black hair swaying lightly with the movement, showing a kind of flexible tenacity.

Then, she reached out and pulled up Yuan Fangfang, who was about to fall, and her actions were full of unspoken care between sisters.

The two said goodbye at the city gate, and Yuan Fangfang's back gradually disappeared in the bustling crowd.

Ling Mo turned around and got on the carriage. Although the space inside was small, it no longer seemed lonely because of the presence of the two of them.

Zheng Jiaxuan adjusted his breathing and began to explain: "I have been secretly following Zeng Jie recently, trying to find the hidden network behind him."

Ling Mohui frowned slightly when she heard this, and her tone was gentle but a little worried: "The Zeng family has a deep foundation and many means. You must be extremely careful in your actions."

Her words were full of concern for Zheng Jiaxuan, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm but not dazzling.

Zheng Jiaxuan responded with a faint smile, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I always make you worry about me."

When Ling Mohui realized that the carriage was not heading towards the Grand Secretary's Mansion, she couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Zheng Jiaxuan's voice was low and firm, and every word was full of determination: "Let's go see Xu Yanqing."

Ling Mohui nodded slightly upon hearing this and readjusted her sitting position, but she was secretly guessing the purpose of this meeting.

The carriage slowly stopped, and its destination turned out to be a moon-viewing teahouse.

As soon as Ling Mohui got off the car, she saw a scene in front of a teahouse not far away: Xu Yanqing's face was full of unconcealable loss, his eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, and he was trying hard to keep something that was about to disappear.

Ling Zhiyun's attitude was as cold as ice, and there was no emotion in her words: "Mr. Xu, you are indeed excellent, and you will definitely meet your dream partner in the future. Unfortunately, you and I are not destined to be together after all."

After saying this, she turned around resolutely and stepped into the carriage parked nearby.

Inside the car, Fu Yansheng's figure came into view. Ling Mohui couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking to herself that her luck was really bad.

Just as she was about to step forward, she unexpectedly discovered that Fu Yansheng's gaze had passed over the crowd and met hers. There seemed to be a bit more subtlety and awkwardness in the air.

When Xu Yanqing saw Ling Mohui and Zheng Jiaxuan standing side by side, he couldn't help but force himself to be more alert, despite his complicated inner feelings.

There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but he still tried to maintain his composure.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed the Prime Minister's wife."

He spoke softly, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his tone, and an imperceptible bitterness hidden in his politeness.

When Ling Mohui heard this, an extremely gentle smile appeared on her face, like the warm sunshine in spring, gently brushing across people's hearts.