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

This kind of partiality between biological parents and parents-in-law made outsiders feel as if the original owner was not a biological child of the Fu family, but a stranger with no blood relationship.

As a member of the Ling family, Ding was deeply worried and dissatisfied about this. She privately admonished Ling Chuyun many times, reminding him not to be too indulgent to the original owner, otherwise it would only make her lose herself more and more and completely sink into this hopeless marriage tragedy.

"Brother, sister-in-law!" Ling Mohui's face was full of spring breeze, and she walked forward quickly with a smile as beautiful as a flower.

Ling Chuyun saw Ling Mohui coming alone and couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Where is your partner? How can we let you walk alone in such a solemn occasion today?"

"Don't worry about him, let's just have a good talk." Ling Mohui pretended to be relaxed, with a carefree smile on her lips.

When Mrs. Ding witnessed this scene, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised: Ling Mohui, who used to only have Fu Yansheng in her eyes, now shows such an independent side.

"Brother, are you wearing the soft armor I specially sewed for you?" Ling Mohui asked nervously.

Ling Chuyun nodded gently, with gratitude in his eyes: "I put it on early in the morning, it fits well and is comfortable."

Seeing this, Mrs. Ding smiled gently, but there was a hint of jealousy in her words: "It's rare that my sister is so considerate that she even remembers the size of clothes so clearly. However, it seems that you care about your brother more than your husband."

Ling Mohui seemed unaware of the sarcasm in Ding's words and responded frankly, "Brother loves me so much, how could I, as a younger sister, forget him? In fact, I just remembered Fu Yansheng's size, because he and brother have similar figures, so I used this as a reference and made some adjustments, hoping that brother would wear it and it would fit him well."

"It's like it's tailor-made for me!" Ling Chuyun was delighted.

Over the years, Ling Mohui had never been so thoughtful in preparing clothes for his family. This sudden surprise made him extremely happy.

Looking at Ling Chuyun's appearance, Mrs. Ding couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

"The Emperor has arrived!" As the shrill voice of the eunuch rang out, the Emperor's guard of honor suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone bowed quickly and greeted the emperor.

Ling Chuyun bowed and said, "Everyone, please go ahead. There are a lot of people here today. I will be responsible for the security around Hongfu Temple. I must ensure that everything goes well."

After saying this, he put on his sword and left the crowd with firm steps.

Surrounded by the crowd, the emperor and empress walked slowly up the mountain road to their destination - Hongfu Temple located halfway up the mountain.

This journey takes about half an incense stick of time. For devout believers, this quiet mountain road is the perfect opportunity for them to calm their souls.

At this moment, Ling Mohui's thoughts could not be immersed in this tranquility.

She clearly remembered that the assassination attempt in the book that almost overthrew the government happened on the way up the mountain.

Just as everyone was halfway through their journey, there was a sudden commotion ahead, breaking the tranquility of the mountain...

"There's an assassin! Protect the Emperor!"

The scream was like thunderclap out of the blue, and the crowd suddenly fell into panic and fled in all directions.

Several assassins dressed in black clothes jumped out from the darkness like ghosts and rushed straight towards the emperor sitting on the dragon throne.

However, before they could get close, they were blocked by an agile figure - it was the guard leader Ling Chuyun, who wielded a sword and forced the assassins back.

"Husband!" Seeing this scene, Ding felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and she wanted to rush forward regardless of everything.

Ling Mohui quickly grabbed Ding and tried to dissuade her: "Sister-in-law, my brother has soft armor on him, he will be fine! Let's not go over and cause trouble, it will only hinder him!"

Ding was stunned for a moment, then she understood, bit her lower lip, suppressed her worry, and ran in the opposite direction with Ling Mo.

The sound of the Royal Guards' iron hooves came from afar, and they quickly gathered and started a fierce life-and-death duel with the assassin.

In the chaos, Ling Mohui was accidentally knocked down by the crowd. Just as she was struggling to get up, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for such a long time!" A familiar voice sounded in her ears. Ling Mo looked up and what she saw was Fu Yansheng's anxious and slightly reproachful face.

She was shocked. She had deliberately avoided him just to avoid being involved in this storm. Why could he find her at this moment?

The two of them stumbled as they fled towards the foot of the mountain. Just as they were about to escape danger, a man in black suddenly appeared like a ghost and rushed straight towards Ling Mohui.

Her heart sank. Was she destined to block the knife for Fu Yansheng?

Unexpectedly, the deadly knife in the black-clad man's hand hit Fu Yansheng's shoulder.

Ling Mohui was still in shock. Seeing this, she hurriedly picked up a wooden stick and smashed it hard on the black-clad man's head with all her strength.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the black-clothed man's scalp was scratched and blood gushed out. He glared at Ling Mohui fiercely, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Just as the knife in the black-clad man's hand was about to fall, a dark shadow appeared like a divine soldier from heaven and accurately cut the assassin's throat with one sword.

The secret guard landed steadily, knelt on one knee, and reported grimly: "Sir, I am late!"

Fu Yansheng nodded reluctantly, and the secret guard quickly added: "My lord and my lady, please leave first. I will handle the follow-up."

Ling Mohui had no time to think at this moment. She hurriedly supported the injured Fu Yansheng and fled along the mountain road.

The situation at the foot of the mountain was equally chaotic. Wei Ruoming led several imperial guards in a heroic fight and subdued most of the rebellious men in black, leaving only a handful of stubborn resistance members.

One of the men in black, facing heavy encirclement, was desperate and made a last-ditch effort. He rushed towards Wei Ruoming with a sword in his hand, intending to die together with him.

Everyone present viewed it as a dying struggle and no one took it seriously.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on Ling Mohui.

She walked too hastily and tripped over the gravel on the ground, falling heavily to the ground, right in front of where Wei Ruoming was confronting the assassin.

Driven by confusion and coincidence, the assassin's sword accidentally pierced Ling Mohui's back.

It all happened so fast that it was impossible to react.

Everyone could only watch as Ling Mohui was stabbed, her delicate body trembled, and she fell down weakly.

Wei Ruoming was dumbfounded, his eyes instantly turned red. He subconsciously stretched out his arms and tightly caught Ling Mohui's thin yet heavy body.

"You...why are you like this?"

Wei Ruoming's voice trembled, and from his red eyes it could be seen that he mistakenly thought that Ling Mohui blocked the sword in order to save him.

However, Ling Mohui was in so much pain at the moment that she was unable to speak. She could only grit her teeth and endure it silently.

"Hurry! Go find the doctor!" His eyes widened, his pupils constricted, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Before she could finish her words, Ling Mohui's delicate body swayed and fell like a kite with a broken string, and she fell into a deep coma.