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

Fu Yansheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't interfere in the affairs of the court."

"Then, Fu Yansheng, can you tell me honestly, is your cooperation with Zeng Mao really for the purpose of satisfying your personal desires?"

Ling Mohui had already made up her mind, because in the original story, it was Fu Yansheng who finally uncovered Zeng Mao's heinous conspiracy.

Fu Yansheng pursed his lips and chose to remain silent, which seemed to be his tacit agreement to her question.

"Does your silence mean that I have guessed right?" Ling Mo kept asking.

Fu Yansheng finally couldn't hold back any longer and punched the wall of the carriage, his voice filled with helplessness and anger: "I have warned you many times not to get involved in the affairs of the court, Ling Mohui, when will you learn to restrain yourself?"

The heavy atmosphere in the carriage had not yet completely dissipated when the guard Mo Yi's announcement came from outside: "Sir, we have arrived at our destination!"

Ling Mohui got out of the car without much hesitation and ran towards Bailingxuan nimbly. There, perhaps there were more secrets waiting for her to uncover.

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The next morning, in the dim light of dawn, Ling Mohui slowly finished enjoying an exquisite breakfast. The lingering fragrance of tea was still lingering between her lips and teeth, when the house was suddenly greeted by a sudden noise.

Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, who was usually calm and composed, was in a hurry at this moment, with a look of urgency on his face. He went straight to her and asked her to deal with an unexpected visit.

After some questioning, Ling Mohui suddenly realized that it was the pitiful Fan Chan who was finally able to escape from the world of prostitution after a night of misfortunes.

The people in Zi Yan Tower followed some unspoken agreement and personally escorted Fen Chan here at dawn.

Without asking any more questions, Ling Mohui already knew in her heart that the benefactor who was silently managing everything behind the scenes was none other than Zeng Mao.

After straightening her clothes, Ling Mohui walked lightly out of Bailingxuan where she usually rested and headed towards the spacious and bright front yard.

In the flower hall, a pretty woman stood quietly. She was Fen Chan. She was like a newly blossoming lotus, free from dust and with a faint fragrance.

"Miss, you must be a beautiful lady. No wonder you are favored by your husband. You are so beautiful that even I am moved by you."

Ling Mohui's words were full of sincere praise, and her eyes were full of gentleness and appreciation.

Facing the sudden praise, Fen Chan maintained her usual gentleness and composure, smiled slightly, and her eyes were filled with just the right amount of humility: "Fen Chan is truly ashamed of herself in front of the stunning beauty of Madam Fu, so how can I dare to accept such praise."

At this moment, a hurried sound of footsteps broke the silence in the flower hall, and Ling Zhiyun hurried over.

Seeing Fenchan talking to her sister, Fu Yansheng's cold attitude towards her last night came to her mind again. In contrast, the corners of her mouth that she forced to raise looked particularly stiff.

"Oh, my third sister is here too. It's just in time! This is Miss Fenchan, who is deeply loved by her husband. Now she has been redeemed. In the future, we will be brothers in arms. No, we will be cousins."

Ling Mohui smiled brightly and took Ling Zhiyun's hand affectionately, trying to ease the atmosphere.

However, Ling Zhiyun felt mixed emotions, and an indescribable bitterness and unwillingness surged in her heart.

"Can a woman who comes from a brothel be on equal footing with me and become my so-called sister? Am I, Ling Zhiyun, so lowly?"

The sarcasm and resentment in the words were like a sharp blade that made the air freeze in an instant.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Fenchan's face, and the smile froze at the corner of her mouth, but she said no more.

In this situation, she knew it was not advisable to stay for long, and secretly decided to get away from this place where trouble was about to arise.

"Uncle Wang, please take Miss Fenchan down and arrange a quiet courtyard for her to live in."

Ling Mohui's voice returned to its previous calmness, and her tone revealed an unquestionable determination.

Fen Chan followed the instructions and performed a standard bow. Then she quietly left the hall, leaving everyone with a lonely but determined back.

Before anyone else could react, Ling Zhiyun grabbed Ling Mohui's sleeve and said urgently, "Second sister, come with me. There are some things I must tell you right now!"

Although Ling Mohui was unhappy in her heart, she still maintained politeness and composure on her face, and followed her to the pavilion of Yayuan.

In the pavilion, Ling Mohui was leisurely tasting the delicious grapes. Her leisure and calmness formed a sharp contrast with Ling Zhiyun's nervous and anxious appearance.

"Second sister, are you still in the mood to eat at this time? Stop eating!"

Ling Zhiyun moved the fruit plate away almost angrily, as if trying to interrupt Ling Mohui's leisure.

Ling Mohui wiped the juice off her fingertips slowly, her eyes gleaming with insight: "Third sister, what is it that is troubling you so much? Why don't you just speak frankly."

Even though she knew the answer, she still asked it with a hint of teasing in her tone.

Ling Zhiyun's face became serious, and she said sternly: "Second sister, Fenchan's background is so humble, how can you let her enter the mansion and compete with you for your husband's favor?"

Ling Mohui shook her head lightly, saying indifferently: "I don't really care about Fu Yansheng's favor."

The words were spoken lightly, but left a heavy echo in the air.

Ling Zhiyun questioned this and shook her head: "Don't use such angry words to perfunctorily deal with me. You obviously care so much about your brother-in-law, how could you bear to watch him marry someone else?"

Ling Mohui chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in her smile: "If I really couldn't bear it, would you still be so eager to step into this threshold now? Why should we compare you and me? No matter when, I am your sister, how can I be easily replaced or hurt by others?"

Ling Zhiyun's face flashed with embarrassment, her eyes dodged, and she quickly explained: "Of course, I can't be compared with Fenchan. You are my sister, how could I have the slightest intention of harming you?"

Ling Mohui sneered inwardly but made no comment.

Ling Zhiyun misread her silence, thinking it was tacit agreement or consent, so she continued to talk: "If it weren't for the helplessness, for the sake of the reputation of the Fu and Ling families, I would rather become a monk and live a life of seclusion than become a factor that divides my sister's favor. But you also know that the emperor's order is hard to disobey. At that moment, that was the only path I had to choose."

After she finished speaking, Ling Zhiyun's eyes revealed helplessness and sadness. This conversation seemed to have widened the distance between the two of them.

"Don't worry, sister. I'm here with you. Even if that Fanchan really plays some tricks, I will try my best to stand by your side."

These words are like the warmth of a spring breeze, and the concern revealed in every word. Are they sincere words, or are they filled with hidden meanings or ulterior motives?

Ling Mohui raised a faint smile, which seemed to contain thousands of words, but she only said softly: "Third sister has this kind thought, and I am very grateful in my heart."