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

She did not reveal the mask as thin as a cicada's wing, and chose to wrap all suspicions with tolerance.

"As for Fenchan, Third Sister, you don't have to worry too much. If she behaves herself, I am not incompatible with her. Don't you think so, Third Sister?"

Ling Mohui's voice was gentle but firm, and every word seemed to be carefully crafted, showing her magnanimity while cleverly avoiding direct promises.

Ling Zhiyun listened and understood what he meant. A barely perceptible smile flashed across the corner of her eyes.

……

The sun was high in the sky at noon when Fu Yansheng returned home exhausted. His steps were hurried and his destination was Bailingxuan.

"You let Fenchan stay?" Fu Yansheng's voice penetrated the door. Without waiting for greetings, he directly brought up the topic. His slender finger pointed directly at Ling Mohui. The accusatory tone in his voice was like thunder in summer, carrying a power that could not be ignored.

Ling Mohui picked up the tea in front of her, took a sip, and slowly raised her eyes, her eyes flashing with a bit of calmness and indifference: "What else?"

"You knew what happened last night, and you still let her stay?"

Fu Yansheng frowned, and the doubts in his heart were like vines. He couldn't understand whether this woman really never took him seriously.

"Only you and I know what happened last night. If you refuse to let her in, won't Zeng Mao become suspicious?"

Ling Mo's response was well prepared. Her mind was as delicate as silk, and every one of her answers was flawless.

Hearing this, Fu Yansheng's brows relaxed slightly, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Well, if you don't care about having another person vying for your favor in the backyard, I don't care either."

Ling Mohui snorted softly, lowered her head and savored the cake in her hand, with a hint of disdain in her voice: "If I really cared, how could Ling Zhiyun have the opportunity to interfere?"

"You are really still bothered by her admission. Since you can accept a prostitute, why can't you accept your own sister?"

Fu Yansheng's words were full of sarcasm, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the delicate relationship between the two.

"Who said I can't tolerate it? I can tolerate Ling Zhiyun, I can tolerate Fen Chan, even if you take in ten more concubines, I can tolerate it too."

Ling Mohui's tone was calm and resolute, and there was a hint of determination in her eyes. Since she had made up her mind to go far away, the turmoil in the Grand Secretary's Mansion was nothing more than someone else's drama to her.

A deep furrow appeared between Fu Yansheng's brows. He said nothing for a long while, and finally walked away, leaving the room in silence.

The afternoon sun filled the courtyard, and Ling Mo returned to see Zheng Jiaxuan.

"How did you fool Fanchan after I left?"

There was a hint of worry in Ling Mohui's voice. Fen Chan was like a storm that could change at any time, making it hard to predict.

"Don't worry, sister. This morning, Master Xu waited until Fenchan woke up and told her that someone was taking her place to receive guests. Fenchan naturally didn't say much in order to preserve her current wealth and glory."

Zheng Jiaxuan's answer was like a breeze in summer, temporarily soothing Ling Mohui's uneasiness.

Ling Mohui sighed softly, as if all the burdens were lifted off her shoulders: "I hope that what Fanchan wants is only the position of a concubine, otherwise the situation will be much more complicated."

"We have to speed up and find the account book as soon as possible to force Fu Yansheng to join forces with us and get rid of Zeng Mao as soon as possible. In this way, the hidden dangers on Fenchan's side will be solved."

Ling Mohui's words were steady and powerful, and every word carried a deep plan and determination.

"Where did Fu Yansheng hide the things? I'll go get it!" Zheng Jiaxuan stepped forward and volunteered, with an eager light in his eyes.

Ling Mohui quickly suppressed her impulse: "You can't go. Fu Yansheng will definitely set up many protective measures for such an important thing. If you intervene, you will probably be in danger. If I go, at least they won't attack me easily."

After saying that, Ling Mohui left gracefully. Zheng Jiaxuan followed her closely out of concern.

The first place Ling Mohui entered was Fu Yansheng's study, which was heavily guarded. Seeing her approaching, the guards were in a dilemma, wanting to stop her but not daring to get too close.

After a fight, they were ultimately no match for Zheng Jiaxuan, and had no choice but to report to Fu Yansheng in the hope of seeking more help. And all of this was just part of Ling Mohui's elaborate plan...

The search in the study was fruitless. Could it be that the crucial account book was really hidden on Fu Yansheng?

This thought lingered in Ling Mohui's mind, giving rise to a subtle doubt.

Slowly walked out of the study, along the winding path, and came to the quaint and elegant door of Yayuan.

The breeze blows by, bringing the lingering sound of a distant piano, which is like the sound of nature, making people feel relaxed and happy.

As we walked into the garden, we saw an exquisite pavilion amidst the lush greenery. In the pavilion, Fu Yansheng was lying leisurely on a carved wooden chair, resting his eyes, while Fenchan was gently massaging his legs and feet to relieve his fatigue from the day.

At one side, Ling Zhiyun sat in front of a zither, her slender jade fingers dancing across the strings. The sound of the zither was like the sound of a spring, clear and pleasant, adding a touch of fairyland atmosphere to the picture.

Ling Mo looked back at this scene and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

This kind of leisure and freedom is exactly the life she longs for but cannot reach.

She secretly swore that one day, when she was free from all restraints, she would find a few handsome men for herself and enjoy being served.

With a sly smile, Ling Mohui moved lightly towards Fu Yansheng, her voice as bright as the warm spring sun: "Husband! How about I rub your shoulders for you?"

Before she finished her words, she couldn't wait to use both hands and started to act with a bit of mischief, completely disregarding Fu Yansheng's reaction.

But he was still wondering in his heart, why was the account book not with Fu Yansheng?

Unless he has the ability to see through everything and can hide it like a magic trick?

Fu Yansheng seemed to have seen through her thoughts. He opened his eyes and said casually, "What are you looking for?"

There was a barely perceptible smile and insight in his words.

Ling Mo smiled back, pretending to be relaxed: "I just want to help my husband relax his muscles."

However, Fu Yansheng's words contained a hint of criticism: "Haha, is that so? Then you should learn from Fenchan."

This was obviously not a simple joke. Ling Mohui was secretly annoyed in her heart. Why did this person like to make fun of her?

At this moment, Ling Mohui suddenly called out: "Zheng Jiaxuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Jiaxuan came over and called her "Young Madam" with loyalty and respect.

Ling Mohui gestured to Zheng Jiaxuan to rest on the chair, while Fu Yansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura around him became heavy, as if he was not happy to see this scene.

Zheng Jiaxuan glanced at Fu Yansheng with an indifferent expression and sat down nonchalantly.

In this world, Zheng Jiaxuan only cares about Ling Mohui.

Ling Mohui imitated Fenchan's technique, gently pressing Zheng Jiaxuan's shoulders, and said proudly: "How is it, my skills are not bad!"

But I was muttering in my heart, who made you laugh at my poor cooking skills? I am happy to serve others, but not you!