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

Zheng Jiaxuan's eyes flickered, and complex emotions intertwined and surged in his deep eyes.

He bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes wandering between Ling Mohui's determined face and the ground, his inner struggle clearly visible.

"The decision has been made, no need to discuss it further!" Ling Mo replied without leaving any room for doubt. She turned around, her skirt fluttering, bringing up a gust of resolute wind, and she left behind a determined back as she disappeared outside the door of the private room.

Passing by the room where Fu Yansheng was, Ling Mohui inadvertently glanced at the tightly closed door. Low and tense conversations could be faintly heard through the crack of the door, which made people guess that some secret discussion might be going on inside.

Although she was curious, she did not stop, but instead walked faster, because she knew that time was more precious to them than gold.

Seeing this, Zheng Jiaxuan hurriedly followed behind, feeling mixed emotions, but he also knew that the situation was urgent and he could not afford to hesitate at all.

In the carriage, Zheng Jiaxuan's voice came through the thin curtains, with a bit of powerless struggle: "Sister, all this has nothing to do with you. How can I bear to let you get involved in this muddy water."

Ling Mohui's heart was in turmoil. Recalling the tragic ending in the original novel, she was even more determined: "From the beginning, I was determined to change your fate. I will never allow that tragedy to happen again. People with great ambitions like you should have a bright future."

"Sister..." Zheng Jiaxuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ling Mohui.

"Stop talking nonsense, Zheng Jiaxuan. If you want to stay here, you must do as I say!"

Although her tone was firm, there was tenderness and persistence in her eyes that could not be ignored.

There was a long silence outside the car, as if even the air was frozen by this heavy choice.

In order to ease the depressing atmosphere, Ling Mohui pretended to smile and said, "Relax, with my status, they won't dare to act rashly even if the truth is revealed."

Her words made sense. After all, as the daughter of a general and the wife of the prime minister, Zeng Mao really needed to think twice before taking action against her.

Night fell quietly, and Ling Mohui's carriage slowly drove to the hidden back alley of Zi Yan Tower.

Under the moonlight, the outline of Zi Yan Tower looked particularly mysterious. Inside the tower, a woman of outstanding beauty was slowly walking into the carved corridor, and every step she took seemed so leisurely and contented.

Unexpectedly, just as she turned the corner, a gust of wind blew by, and the woman was suddenly attacked from behind. A strong wind hit her, and she fell silently. Zheng Jiaxuan was quick to catch her as she was about to fall to the ground, his eyes full of hesitation and reluctance: "Is there really no other way? Do you have to use this method?"

Seeing this, Xu Yanqing on the side hurriedly took the woman over, his face solemn: "Brother Zheng, now is not the time to be soft-hearted. Madam Fu is anxiously waiting for our news!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yanqing carried the woman in his arms and quickly walked into the reserved private room. The moment he closed the door, there was only silence in the room.

Inside the private room, Xu Yanqing carefully placed the woman on the comfortable couch. At this moment, Ling Mohui, with a solemn expression, slowly walked into the room.

Xu Yanqing explained in detail: "Tonight, the courtesan Fenchan of Ziyan Tower, a woman whose beauty can rival Yunxian, is the one responsible for entertaining the distinguished guests of the Zeng family."

Hearing this, Ling Mohui had already begun to untie Fenchan's outer robe, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You guys leave first, I want to change clothes!"

Zheng Jiaxuan wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally left the room after being pulled by Xu Yanqing.

After putting on Fanchan's gorgeous dress, Ling Mohui seemed like a different person. She turned her head and looked out, looking hurried: "I have to go there as soon as possible, I can't keep them waiting for too long."

Zheng Jiaxuan said in a deep voice: "If anything happens, call me immediately, I will be here to protect you."

Ling Mohui smiled slightly, nodded, and said she was relieved. Then she walked out the door, leaving behind a determined back.

Zheng Jiaxuan looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, stunned for a moment, then sat back in his chair, feeling mixed emotions and unable to calm down.

Xu Yanqing noticed that Zheng Jiaxuan was full of worry, so he comforted him gently: "Don't worry, once Madam Fu enters, we will immediately go to the roof to wait. If there is any disturbance, we will take immediate action to ensure Madam Fu's safety."

"You stay here to support me. I am good at martial arts and can handle the situation alone." After Zheng Jiaxuan finished speaking, he stretched out his body and jumped out of the window like the night wind.

Xu Yanqing watched Zheng Jiaxuan leave, his gaze lingering on the empty window for a long time, muttering to himself: "Could it be that Brother Zheng is..." The thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately shook his head and laughed at himself. No, it couldn't be, he was probably just worrying too much.

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On the other side, the moonlight was hazy, and the night breeze blew gently across the long street full of flowers. Ling Mohui walked slowly to the door of the box.

In her heart, she had the information that Zheng Jiaxuan had found out in advance: the Zeng family would receive a powerful guest here tonight. This unknown was like a light in the mist, which aroused both curiosity and a bit of tension.

She gently adjusted the thin veil on her face, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she had touched a secret that was about to be revealed.

Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, she mustered up her courage and pushed open the carved wooden door.

Inside the box, the candlelight flickered, illuminating every delicate face, but the main seat was empty, as if reserved for the most important event of the night.

Ling Mohui was led to one side and waited. Her heartbeat quickened as Zeng Mao left in a hurry. Zeng Jie, who stayed behind, looked at her carefully with an indescribable look, which was mixed with exploration and amusement.

Ling Mohui unconsciously turned her face to the side, her brows slightly furrowed, and she prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the once familiar eyes would not penetrate this thin disguise and reveal her true identity.

Just as she was feeling anxious, steady and powerful footsteps were heard outside the door, interrupting the whispers and private conversations in the box.

"Sir, please come in!" The waiter's respectful voice accompanied the sound of the door opening, and Zeng Mao's flattering voice followed closely, "It is an honor for our Zeng family that you can do me the honor."

Ling Mohui raised her head involuntarily, and her eyes met the gaze of the person sitting in the main seat. She was shocked and her eyes widened instantly - Fu Yansheng.

The person whom she had never expected to meet again in such an occasion was actually sitting there!

Fu Yansheng's gaze seemed to carry some indescribable deep meaning, which happened to correspond to Ling Mohui's surprise.

She hurriedly lowered her head, muttering to herself, "Don't, don't recognize me!"

And in this awkward silence, Zeng Mao called out her alias, "Fenchan!"

Ling Mohui gently closed her eyes, suppressed the waves in her heart, and took a step forward pretending to be calm.

Zeng Mao introduced her with a smile on his face, "This is the top performer Fenchan of Ziyan Tower. Fenchan will accompany Master Fu tonight."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers. His deep eyes seemed to have magical power, firmly locking onto Ling Mohui's figure.