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

Mo Qi took the order, carefully held the soft armor, and hurried out of the yard.

However, at the corner of the corridor, he unexpectedly met Fu Yansheng who had just returned from the study.

Fu Yansheng's sharp eyes instantly fell on the thing in her arms.

He couldn't help but frowned slightly and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop! Where are you going?"

"Sir, this is the soft armor that my lady specially made for you. I will deliver it to you immediately."

Fu Yansheng stared at the soft armor with mixed feelings.

He recalled Ling Mohui's past indifference and alienation towards her family members, and now her sudden concern and care, especially the books that were quietly emptied out of the study a few days ago. All these signs intertwined, as if hinting at some changes that he had not noticed.

"What is coming cannot be avoided after all." Ling Mohui whispered in her heart, welcoming the morning of Buddha's Bathing Festival.

After the hour of Chen, Ling Mo walked out of Bailingxuan and walked slowly along the familiar corridor.

At the corner, she met Fu Yansheng, who was dressed in a moon-white robe and looked elegant and refined.

His collar was straight, the corners of his clothes were as smooth as a mirror, and his every move made people dare not look down on him.

Ling Mo looked back at him and yawned softly, her sleepiness clearly revealed. She followed him silently.

They walked slowly along the corridor, one in front of the other, until they reached the gate of the mansion.

The carriage had been waiting for a long time. Ling Mo glanced back and was puzzled: "Hey, why is there only one carriage?"

She turned her head to look at Mo Hua beside her. The latter understood and immediately asked the butler beside her: "Where is the young lady's carriage?"

Upon hearing this, the butler looked embarrassed and answered hesitantly, "My Lord only ordered one."

Today, the emperor will go to Hongfu Temple with civil and military officials and their families to hold a grand Buddha Bathing Festival ceremony, burn incense and pray, and pray for peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

Although the relationship between Ling Mohui and Fu Yansheng had already reached a freezing point, in the eyes of outsiders, they were still husband and wife. If they went there separately in carriages, it would inevitably attract criticism and suspicion from others.

Therefore, even though they were unwilling, they could only ride in the same car and face together this seemingly peaceful but actually turbulent Buddha Bathing Ceremony.

As soon as Ling Mohui finished speaking, her eyes flickered slightly, as if she had instantly seen through the twists and turns.

She stroked her sleeves gently and whispered to herself, "What should I do now? Fu Yansheng is upset. If he throws me off the carriage halfway, how embarrassing it will be!"

Ling Mohui sighed helplessly and turned to the butler beside her to discuss: "Butler, can you call another carriage for me? We can go separately, which will save a lot of inconvenience."

The butler looked embarrassed, hesitant to speak, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

However, just as he was hesitating, Fu Yansheng in the carriage had already impatiently lifted the heavy curtain.

"Stop talking nonsense and come up!"

When Ling Mohui heard the voice, she just responded calmly with "Oh" and then climbed onto the carriage obediently.

As soon as she sat down, before Fu Yansheng could speak, she quickly found a comfortable soft pillow, leaned lazily on it, and closed her eyes to rest.

Fu Yansheng was caught off guard and was pushed to the corner of the carriage by her action. His face instantly became as gloomy as iron.

He stared at Ling Mohui's long hair spreading out on the soft pillow, and a trace of anger and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Ling Mohui seemed to be completely unaware and just reminded softly: "Sir, please wake me up when we get to Hongfu Temple."

At this moment, the carriage was moving slowly along the official road, and it was still an hour's drive from its destination, Hongfu Temple.

Ling Mohui thought to herself that this journey could just make up for the sleep she missed last night.

Fu Yansheng stared at Ling Mohui's peaceful profile with burning eyes, the anger in his heart gradually rising.

He asked coldly: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

There was subtle concern and blame in his words.

Ling Mohui didn't open her eyes, but just replied casually: "Yeah, I read a book all night."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng raised a scornful smile and said, "Besides the Secret Spring Picture, what other serious books can you find in your room?"

He obviously sneered at Ling Mohui's so-called "studying". After all, in the eyes of everyone, Ling Mohui was uneducated. How could he suddenly become so diligent?

Ling Mohui did not refute this, but just smiled and said: "It's late at night, so it's natural to view the Secret Spring Picture. My lord, if you have nothing to do, please don't disturb my rest."

There was a hint of joking in her words, and she didn't seem to care about Fu Yansheng's misunderstanding of her.

After all, in his mind, his image was already terrible, so adding one more thing wouldn't hurt.

After hearing this, Fu Yansheng cursed inwardly, "shameless", and then turned his gaze to the window.

However, Ling Mo's reply, "I've been reading all night," was like a spell, echoing in his mind over and over again, unable to be shaken off.

He thought to himself: Could it be that three years of being alone in an empty room had forced her to such a state that she had to study the Secret Spring Picture late at night to relieve her loneliness?

The carriage slowly stopped on the official road not far from Hongfu Temple, interrupting Fu Yansheng's thoughts.

Ling Mohui woke up slowly to Moqi's gentle call. When she looked up, Fu Yansheng was no longer in the car.

She stepped lightly out of the car and saw that the gate of Hongfu Temple was already crowded with people. Many court officials and their families had gathered there. They surrounded Fu Yansheng, complimenting him or asking for advice, showing the respected status of the prime minister of the dynasty.

Ling Mohui knew it was not appropriate to go forward and disturb them at this time, so she chose to stay under the shade of the tree.

Hongfu Temple is located in the suburbs of Beijing, surrounded by mountains and water, making people temporarily forget the troubles of the world.

Just as she was immersed in the beautiful scenery, she suddenly heard a call from behind.

She turned around and saw Ling Chuyun and Ding walking towards her hand in hand.

Ding is Ling Chuyun's wife. They have known each other since childhood and have been very affectionate and harmonious after marriage.

However, despite this, Ding always remained distant and indifferent to the original owner. The reason was simple: the original owner was selfish, arrogant, and looked down on others, making it difficult for people to get close to him.

Recalling the grand occasion of the original owner's wedding, the general's mansion had a generous dowry.

However, the original owner did not know how to run the business properly, and within just a few years, those thriving shops went bankrupt one after another, wealth was lost like water, and only a mess was left.

Such past undoubtedly deepened Ding's disgust and contempt for the original owner, and also made Ling Mohui feel embarrassed and guilty whenever she faced the couple today.

In addition, she was extravagant and had almost no restraint in spending money. In order to win the favor of her husband Fu Yansheng and her mother-in-law Zhang, she frequently asked for money and property from her natal family after marriage, and spent a lot of money to buy all kinds of treasures to give to the Fu family.

What is even more heartbreaking is that when the old lady of the Ling family was seriously ill and dying, the original owner, as the only granddaughter, was unable to fulfill her filial duties by her bedside.

On the other hand, my mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhang, would stay by my side day and night and take care of me in every detail even if I just caught a minor cold.