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

She responded softly, "Mr. Xu is so outstanding that even if he missed a seemingly good marriage, it might be a unique gift from fate. After all, trying to trap someone whose heart has already left is the real imprisonment of oneself, turning life into endless torment."

When Xu Yanqing heard this, he felt inexplicably moved, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond. He only felt that Ling Mohui's words were like a clear spring that washed his heart, and the entanglement and unwillingness seemed to be alleviated a lot.

However, in a flash, his thoughts were like the first ray of light at dawn, penetrating the fog and giving him an epiphany.

In this canceled engagement, the one who was most hurt might not be himself, but the wife of the Prime Minister who was standing in front of him.

"The Prime Minister's wife is truly the most open-minded and kind woman I have ever met in my life."

Xu Yanqing praised sincerely, his words full of admiration.

Ling Mohui smiled slightly upon hearing this, then turned to look at Zheng Jiaxuan, with a hint of urgency in her eyes, "Zheng Jiaxuan said he wanted to meet here, it seems like there is something urgent to discuss, what are you still doing here? Come in quickly!"

Xu Yanqing nodded slightly and was about to step into the teahouse with Zheng Jiaxuan, but he did not expect that Fu Yansheng would suddenly appear at this moment, and a call broke the original tranquility.

"Ling Mo, come back!"

Ling Mohui's brows suddenly gathered a bit of displeasure, and she frowned and asked, "Why don't you go accompany your loved one and come to me?"

Her attitude clearly revealed her dislike and confusion about Fu Yansheng's appearance.

Fu Yansheng watched coldly, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over Xu Yanqing, full of vigilance and dissatisfaction.

"I haven't asked you yet, why are you here?"

There was a hint of questioning and reproach in his words, as if he was reminding Ling Mohui that as the wife of the Prime Minister, she should be cautious.

"Mr. Xu is in a bad mood. I am just having a meal with him as a friend to comfort him. What's wrong with that?"

Ling Mohui cleverly avoided the question. She knew very well that it was not wise to directly mention the private cooperation with Zheng Jiaxuan in the investigation, so she found a plausible reason.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng sneered and cast a sharp gaze at Xu Yanqing: "Mr. Xu just talked with my future concubine, and then turned around to have dinner with my wife. Does this mean that Mr. Xu has no respect for me as a superior? Is this a reflection of the family tradition of Censor Xu?"

Faced with Fu Yansheng's questioning and the invisible pressure from superiors and subordinates in the officialdom, Xu Yanqing was well aware of the pros and cons and had to choose to remain silent to prevent the situation from escalating.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui could not tolerate such unreasonable accusations and fought back unceremoniously: "Fu Yansheng, you are fickle, what qualifications do you have to criticize others? Master Xu and I are just ordinary friends talking, how many dirty thoughts are in your head that you want to slander us!"

These words, like a sharp sword, struck Fu Yansheng's dignity and made him lose all face.

It was rare for a powerful prime minister to be mercilessly questioned by a woman in broad daylight.

Fu Yansheng, who was furious, pulled Ling Mo back and said in a tough tone: "Shut your mouth, is it so difficult?"

Although Ling Mohui was forcibly taken away, she still refused to give in. She turned around and shouted to Zheng Jiaxuan and Xu Yanqing, "Jiaxuan, you talk slowly with Master Xu. We will talk again another day. Master Xu, please take care of yourself!"

As Ling Mohui was forced to leave, Fu Yansheng's anger became increasingly difficult to control, and he almost rudely pushed her into the carriage.

In the narrow space of the carriage, the three people looked at each other, and the atmosphere was so heavy that water could almost turn into ice.

Ling Mo rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling with almost indifference, completely ignoring Fu Yansheng's accusations.

"Ling Mohui, as the wife of the Prime Minister, have you forgotten your status and responsibilities? You have been entangled with men outside all day long. You may not care about your own reputation, but do you want to trample on my Fu Yansheng's face as well?"

Fu Yansheng's voice echoed in the car, stern and threatening.

Ling Mohui had a cold smile on her face and said sarcastically, "My relationship with men is complicated? It's just that I have a wide range of friends, occasionally have a few meals together, and have more conversations. This is definitely more open than your life with so many wives and concubines!"

"Ling Mo is back!" There was some anger in Fu Yansheng's voice.

At this time, Ling Zhiyun saw that the atmosphere was tense and hurriedly intervened to mediate. Her voice was gentle but a little anxious: "Sister, brother-in-law, please stop arguing. Sister, I know that Brother Yan Sheng said this out of concern for you. For us women, reputation is always important. Even if we don't think about ourselves, we should think more about the face of the Fu family."

Facing Ling Zhiyun's persuasion, Ling Mohui just sneered disdainfully: "Oh? Third sister values ​​reputation so much that she chose her brother-in-law who loves her so much and is willing to be a concubine?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they struck deep into Ling Zhiyun's heart. Her face turned pale instantly. For a long while, no sound came out of her throat. She just stood there silently, her eyes full of complicated emotions.

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng scolded in a cold voice: "Ling Mohui, what are you talking about? If it weren't for the rumors, how could Zhiyun suffer such injustice? You clearly know that she has suffered too much pain in her heart, why do you cruelly rub salt into her wounds?"

"Rumors?" Ling Mohui narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze indifferent and sharp, as if she could see through everything and looked at Ling Zhiyun, "I have always been puzzled. Those things that happened in Saibei are extremely secretive, and very few people know about them. How did these rumors cross thousands of mountains and rivers and spread to the capital?"

“If you think about it carefully, if we really find out who is behind all this, will there be any unexpected discoveries?” There was a deep meaning in her words.

A trace of panic flashed across Ling Zhiyun's eyes, which then turned into sparkling tears. She looked at Ling Mohui with a pleading tone in her voice.

"Sister, I understand that you are dissatisfied with my marriage. But this is also my helpless choice. Which girl would take her own reputation as a joke?"

"Enough, Ling Mohui! I thought you were just saying that out of anger, but I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with it! After all, she is your biological sister. Is family affection so insignificant in your heart?" Fu Yansheng interrupted the conversation with an icy voice.

Ling Mohui suddenly turned around and stared at Fu Yansheng with a sharp gaze: "Family love? If it weren't for you, why would the relationship between me and my third sister have come to this point!"

"You cherish this sisterhood so much. Well, Fu Yansheng, you should make a choice now. It will be an explanation to everyone!" Her tone was firm and cold.

Fu Yansheng clenched his fists, his expression complicated: "Ling Mohui, do you really have to put everyone in this predicament?"