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

Fu Yansheng was quick-eyed and quick-handed. In just a flash, he had taken Ling Mo back from Wei Ruoming's arms.

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Ling Mohui was awakened by a tearing pain in her back.

She struggled hard to open her heavy eyelids. After a moment, her vision gradually became clear, and the first face that caught her eyes was Fu Yansheng's.

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and felt as if her back was being pricked by millions of sharp needles.

"Be careful, don't disturb the wound." Zhang came forward immediately after hearing the voice, "You are still very weak, you must not move."

"I...my injury..." Ling Mo recalled the scene before she fell into coma.

"The imperial physician has examined your injuries. Fortunately, the wounds are not deep. You just need to rest at home for two days." Zhang noticed Ling Mohui's worry and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, we are here, you will be fine."

"Yan Sheng, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and feed Mohui the medicine." Zhang seized the opportunity and tried to use it to bring the young couple closer together.

After all, Fu Yansheng was too aloof and arrogant in his daily life. How could he easily accept the fact that his wife sacrificed herself for another man?

Ling Mohui expected that he would refuse sternly, or at least make some sarcastic remarks.

Unexpectedly, he remained silent and even took the bowl of medicine from the maid beside him.

Ling Mohui was so surprised that her eyes almost popped out of her head. She had never thought that the Prime Minister, who was second only to the emperor and above everyone else, would actually feed her medicine personally!

If the original owner knew this scene, he would probably be so excited that he couldn't sleep for three nights, and sighed at how lucky he was.

However, Ling Mohui, who is well aware of the original plot, knows in her heart that Fu Yansheng's action was not out of love for her. Whether it was Hongfu Temple's rescue or the current act of feeding her medicine, he was just fulfilling his obligations as a husband.

Seeing that the two were in a rare harmonious atmosphere, Zhang tactfully left the room, leaving the young couple some space to be alone.

"My mother-in-law is gone, so there's no need to force me. Just give me the medicine." Ling Mo replied in an unusually cold tone.

This made Fu Yansheng even more certain of his guess.

She was in a hurry to divorce, and it was obvious that she had feelings for Wei Ruoming, which was why she risked her life to protect him in Hongfu Temple.

He handed her the medicine bowl coldly, and the moment his fingers touched the edge of the bowl, even the air seemed to freeze a little.

Ling Mohui took it and drank it in one gulp without hesitation. The medicine tasted extremely bitter, so bitter that tears welled up in her eyes.

Fu Yansheng raised his lips in a sarcastic arc, "Is it so bitter? Why didn't you cry when you blocked the knife for Wei Ruoming? Now you are being hypocritical."

She suppressed her inner pain and remained silent, letting her tears silently slide down and soak her hair at the temples.

Facing the man's weird tone, she felt a nameless rage in her heart, but she was powerless to vent her anger, so she could only respond unhappily: "If you want to avoid me so much, you don't have to condescend to set foot in Bailingxuan. I promise that I will never complain to my mother-in-law and cause you any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng stood up coldly, his sleeves fluttering as he walked out of the room without looking back.

Leaving the cold and quiet Bailingxuan, Fu Yansheng subconsciously pressed his left arm, which was wrapped in a thick bandage. The pain from the knife wound was as clear as a needle prick.

The guard Mo Yi reminded him at the right time: "Sir, it's time to change the medicine on your knife wound."

Fu Yansheng nodded slightly, the worry between his brows did not dissipate. He said in a deep voice: "Send someone to keep a close eye on Bailingxuan. No matter who approaches, they must notify me immediately."

As he spoke, his gaze seemed to penetrate the walls of the courtyard and reach directly at the woman who was healing.

Ling Mo replied, I was injured for you, but you were indifferent to it and turned around to block the knife for others.

good! very good!

Fu Yansheng waved his sleeves angrily and walked away.

Inside the room, Ling Mohui was half-lying on the couch, with a plain white gauze skirt lightly covering her body, making her look particularly fragile.

Mo Qi was carefully treating her wound, his movements gentle and skillful.

The pain caused beads of sweat to ooze out of Ling Mohui's forehead, but she clenched her teeth and said nothing.

"Miss, the young master and the young mistress are here to see you!" Mo Hua's cheerful voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui quickly suppressed her painful expression and tidied up her slightly messy clothes, "Please invite them in."

As soon as Ling Chuyun and Mrs. Ding stepped into the room, they saw Ling Mohui trying to sit up with difficulty.

Ding was quick to step forward and stop him, "Hurry up and lie down. Don't touch the wound."

Her tone was full of worry and care.

Ling Mo smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, sister."

Mrs. Ding shook her head gently, her bright eyes flashing with kindness, "We are family, what nonsense are you talking about? Your health is the most important thing, everything else is trivial."

Ling Mo smiled back. Although the smile was a little pale, it was extremely sincere. "Thank you for your understanding, sister-in-law."

She knew very well that in this family, Ding was not only her brother's wife, but also the backbone of the family. Her every word and every decision was related to the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Ling family.

In the original novel, Mrs. Ding is a skilled and intelligent mistress of the house.

Initially, although she was dissatisfied with some of the original owner's behaviors, she always maintained due tolerance out of maintaining the overall image of the Ling family.

However, with the return of Ling Zhiyun, the selfishness and willfulness of the original owner formed a sharp contrast with Ling Zhiyun's intelligence and virtue. The balance of the Ding family began to tilt. Under her guidance, the attitude of the Ling family towards the original owner gradually changed from disappointment to indifference.

Ling Mohui secretly sighed in her heart that a woman like Ding would undoubtedly be a powerful resistance once she became an enemy.

As the wife of the Prime Minister, the original owner not only failed to bring any substantial help to the Ling family, but was like a parasite, which made everyone's expectations of her dashed time and time again.

"Mohui, how is your injury? Is it still painful?" Ling Chuyun looked concerned.

Ling Mohui forced a smile, showing strength in her weakness, "Brother, sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm fine."

When she saw Ling Chuyun was safe and sound, she knew that the life-and-death crisis in the General's Mansion had been successfully overcome, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Ding comforted him gently, "Mohui, you may not know this yet, but luckily he was wearing that soft armor, otherwise those assassins would have hurt your brother."

As she spoke, a hint of relief and fear flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Ling Mohui's heart began to ripple when she noticed the subtle change in Ding's attitude towards her.

In order to avoid any doubts from others, she kept this insight to herself.

Instead, he pretended to be surprised and asked with a slightly concerned tone: "Sister-in-law, you mean..."

Ling Chuyun has always been as steady as a mountain, but at this moment he seems particularly calm.

"As the head of the Imperial Guard, it is my duty to protect the Emperor. This assassination attempt was just a minor incident in my duties. Don't worry, I'm fine."