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

Fu Yansheng's face darkened and he shouted, "Stop, don't press it!"

Ling Mo raised her eyebrows and said provocatively: "Why, Fu Yansheng, don't you enjoy it?"

Fu Yansheng suddenly pinched her cheek and warned her coldly: "Ling Mohui, if I find you massaging others casually again, I will cripple your hands!"

After saying this, he suddenly let go and strode out of the pavilion, leaving behind a lonely, proud and resolute back.

Fen Chan bowed respectfully to Ling Mohui, with a meaningful smile on her face, and followed Fu Yansheng.

Ling Zhiyun, on the other hand, said nothing and turned away silently.

Zheng Jiaxuan stared at the figures of the people leaving, and his eyes stayed on Ling Mohui for a moment longer. There was unprecedented tenderness and firmness in his eyes: "Sister, he is not suitable for you!"

Ling Mohui understood the implication of his words and just smiled and touched Zheng Jiaxuan's head.

Then, Ling Mohui walked out of the pavilion slowly and calmly, but she did not notice that at this moment, Zheng Jiaxuan's eyes were flashing with a different kind of gentleness than before.

Not long after she returned to Bailingxuan, she received news that someone from the auction house was looking for her, claiming that their boss's old illness had relapsed.

Is it Han Zifeng?

Ling Mohui didn't think twice and immediately drove to the auction house.

The auction house, which is usually quiet, still seems deserted and sparsely visited.

Ling Mo went back to the private room on the second floor, only to find Han Zifeng leisurely sipping tea and playing chess, which was totally inconsistent with the so-called "relapse of old illness". She couldn't help but feel suspicious. Was she being fooled?

Han Zifeng said calmly, as if everything was under his control: "If it wasn't for this reason, would you come to see me on your own initiative?"

Ling Mohui looked a little helpless and put down the medicine box in her hand: "Not really, there are indeed a lot of trivial matters recently."

Han Zifeng did not allow her to delay and urged, "Come over quickly and give me the acupuncture!"

There was a tone of voice that brooked no rejection.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui approached quietly, her eyes focused on his slightly trembling fingers. As his outer robe slowly slipped off, the hidden discomfort became more obvious, proving that he was indeed ill, but he hid it very well on weekdays.

She couldn't help but feel guilty, realizing that her previous suspicion might have been too arbitrary. Her misunderstanding of him was like icicles in the cold wind, which was now melting little by little.

She gently pulled out a row of shiny silver needles from the medicine box and skillfully searched for acupuncture points on Han Zifeng's bare arm. Each needle insertion was precise and accurate, like a whisper connected to the blood, trying to awaken the body's latent self-healing power.

The air was filled with a faint herbal fragrance. As the acupuncture progressed, half an hour passed quietly like fine sand in an hourglass.

"I'll come back to give you acupuncture in two days." Ling Mohui said calmly as she carefully tidied up every corner of the medicine box, preparing to end today's treatment and turn to leave.

But her heart was still pounding, and she knew that the decision she was about to face was heavy and fraught with danger.

In the Grand Secretary’s residence.

"It's not out of selfishness, but for Zheng Jiaxuan. Zeng Mao's hand indirectly led to the tragedy of Lu's parents. Challenging Zeng Mao with Zheng Jiaxuan's identity is undoubtedly a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. I can't sit idly by and watch him sacrifice blindly."

After he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and a tense mood filled the entire space.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng was furious. He slammed his fist on the table, shaking the cups and glasses. The anger in his eyes seemed to be able to burn everything around him.

"So, I've become a pawn in your hands? For him, you even plan to sacrifice your partner?"

Every word is like a knife, piercing people's heart.

Ling Mohui's heartstrings were tense. She had never felt so shaken before.

The man in front of her was someone she once thought she could trust, but now he seemed as elusive as a stranger.

"How could I have ever planned anything against you? If you weren't involved with Zeng Mao and his ilk, how could I have such a guess?"

There was some uncertainty in her words, but more of incredible pain.

Fu Yansheng's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the warning was evident in his words: "You don't understand the palace intrigues, and you shouldn't get involved."

That determination made Ling Mohui feel an unprecedented panic in her heart.

When the news that Fu Yansheng wanted to get rid of Zheng Jiaxuan in order to protect himself exploded like a bolt from the blue, Ling Mohui felt that the world was in chaos.

She struggled to escape from this suffocating truth, but was unexpectedly held tightly by Fu Yansheng. The madness in his eyes made her feel strange and frightened.

"Want to help him? You underestimate me. Ling Mohui, don't even think about leaving today!"

Under bondage, freedom seems particularly far away.

Ling Mohui's sudden slap was like a thunderclap in winter, hitting Fu Yansheng in the face and shattering the last bit of warmth between them.

"I originally thought that your betrayal was limited to emotions, and at least you still had a bottom line in politics. The funny thing is that I was too naive." Her words were full of disappointment and self-mockery.

Fu Yansheng's roar echoed in the house, and Ling Mohui just wanted to escape from this place of trouble.

In a desperate resistance, she slammed her head against him fiercely. In the chaos, she accidentally knocked over the candlestick on the table. The flames greedily licked the hanging curtains and spread rapidly.

The fire devoured the room like a wild beast, surrounding the two of them.

Fu Yansheng's expression suddenly changed, and he anxiously pulled Ling Mohui and rushed out, "Ling Mohui, this is not a joke, come with me!"

But there was a strange light flashing in Ling Mohui's eyes, and the sudden hug was a resistance to death.

"A corrupt official like you will only continue to hurt innocent people if you live. Death at this moment may be the best outcome!"

Ling Mo's reply was sonorous and full of determination.

Fu Yansheng was stunned by the sudden change, then he rushed forward, grabbed her neck, and said hatefully: "Then we will die together!"

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her deeply, as if he wanted to pour all the entanglement of love and hate into this kiss at the last moment.

In the flames, their shadows intertwined and twisted, life and death dependent on each other.

As the door collapsed, the beams fell one after another. At the critical moment of life and death, Fu Yansheng struck Ling Mohui with a knife, causing her to fall into coma. Then he threw her out of the window with all his strength. However, he was crushed to the ground by the collapsed window frame, and the sea of ​​fire swallowed him mercilessly.

Ling Mohui slowly opened her eyes again, and what came into her sight was the unexpected figure of Fu Yansheng, who was sitting beside her with a stern look on his face. His eyes were deep and complex, as if mixed with too many indescribable emotions, and he was staring at her straight.

The moment she woke up, Ling Mohui sat up suddenly, her heart beating like a drum, and her voice trembled with disbelief: "Are we... all dead? Is this the legendary underworld?"

Before he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to be frozen and heavy.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng raised a slightly sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a playful light: "It seems that your head was really hit hard by something heavy. You can even mistake the place you are familiar with?"