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

Recently, Ling Mohui has been recuperating at home due to injuries and is completely unaware of the rumors from the outside world.

Little did she know that people on the streets had already been talking about her, and all the topics revolved around her and Wei Ruoming.

The rumors were so vivid that it seemed as if one had seen it with one's own eyes.

If Ling Mohui knew what was happening now, she would probably be very surprised by the rumors.

Whether it is his temperament or his handsome appearance, Wei Ruoming is truly a rare talent. No wonder she is willing to do her best to protect him.

Zhang Xiyue's eyes were as dim as an extinguished candle, her heart filled with resentment and confusion.

She really couldn't understand why a woman like Ling Mohui, who was nicknamed a "fool" by everyone, would be so favored by God.

Not only does she firmly occupy her cousin's heart, but now she is obsessed with the handsome prince. In Zhang Xiyue's eyes, this is undoubtedly a fickle behavior.

She clenched the silk handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force, and the bitterness in her heart almost overflowed from her eyes.

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In the courtyard of Bailingxuan, sunlight poured down like golden liquid, illuminating the figure who was leaning on Mo Hua's arms and walking slowly out - Ling Mohui.

Her face was as pale as paper, but under the sunlight it looked as if it would break at the slightest touch.

The breeze blew gently, lifting a few strands of black hair at her temples, making her look even more fragile.

"Ling Mo is back!" Wei Ruoming saw her from afar, and at that moment, his heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer.

He was agile and ran towards her with big strides.

"Why did you come out? Who asked you to come out?"

Although there was reproach in Wei Ruoming's voice, his deep eyes only showed worry about her condition.

Ling Mo looked back at his nervous expression and felt uncomfortable.

"The prince is a man and I can't refuse to see him, but it's not in accordance with etiquette to meet him inside the house."

Ling Mohui lowered her eyes slightly, her tone was calm but firm, and her words seemed to hint at something.

She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "I appreciate your kindness, but don't come next time."

Although Wei Ruoming usually acts casually, when facing Ling Mohui, he can keenly capture the subtle changes in her words.

After a moment's thought, he understood her concerns.

"I was inconsiderate and forgot you haven't divorced yet." He said apologetically. His sincere attitude made Ling Mohui slightly stunned.

"Uh..." Ling Mo looked up at him and forced a smile, "Whether I leave or not, what does it have to do with the prince?"

Seeing this, Wei Ruoming motioned for her to sit down and talk first.

Mo Hua understood what he meant and quickly brought a chair.

Ling Mo held onto the back of the chair, moving slowly and laboriously before finally sitting down.

She forced a smile and asked, "Prince...what do you want to say?"

Wei Ruoming put his hands on his knees, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face: "Actually, this is my fault."

Ling Mo was shocked when she heard this, and said politely: "Your Highness, don't blame yourself. Actually, I..."

She hesitated to speak, wondering in her heart whether she should tell him the truth.

Ling Mohui was struggling fiercely deep in her heart. If she didn't say anything, she was afraid that it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings in the future.

Tell me, the knife wound on me is quite serious and I am afraid it will affect the wound.

However, if this opportunity could help the eldest princess clear up her misunderstanding of the general's mansion, perhaps all this pain would be worth it.

Wei Ruoming looked at her, his tone gentle but firm: "If I had known that you had this kind of feelings for me, I would never let others laugh at or bully you."

After hearing this, Ling Mohui was stunned, with a flash of astonishment in her eyes, "Which... which heart?"

She looked confused and obviously had no idea what Wei Ruoming said.

Wei Ruoming was not shaken by her denial. Instead, he stared at her more seriously: "It doesn't matter. With your current status, some things are indeed inconvenient to say. It's good enough that we know it in our hearts."

Ling Mohui's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this, and she felt mixed emotions: "My Lord, is there any misunderstanding?"

Before Ling Mo could finish her words, Wei Ruoming raised his hand to stop her. His gesture was firm and powerful: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Don't worry, for the sake of your reputation, I will never embarrass you."

His words were powerful, like a vow.

Ling Mohui was speechless at this moment and could only stare at him quietly.

I thought to myself: Although I can't respond to you emotionally now, I will do my best to help you in other aspects.

She knew very well that she didn't have much to ask Wei Ruoming for help, and she only hoped that his noble mother, the Princess, would not cause any more trouble for the General's Mansion.

It's just that I can't express my thoughts directly, and I'm afraid that Wei Ruoming, a man who looks rough but is actually very meticulous, won't be able to understand. It's really a headache.

Wei Ruoming in the sunshine was like a silent mountain, making her feel both at ease and helpless.

The new wound on Ling Mo's back was also aching. She frowned slightly and tried to adjust her breathing to relieve the discomfort.

However, a sudden chill startled her.

She turned her head in confusion and saw Fu Yansheng standing in the bamboo grove outside the courtyard gate.

His eyes were deep and cold, and there was an indescribable majesty flowing between his brows.

Ling Mohui felt helpless about this situation. She rolled her eyes and leaned to the side weakly: "Mo Hua, my wound hurts so badly that I'm afraid I can't even catch your shadow."

Mo Hua heard the voice and immediately showed anxiety on her face. She quickly stepped forward and carefully supported Ling Mohui, her concern evident in her words: "Oh, you can't bear this injury, you have to go back and rest."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ruoming immediately put on a serious look and said, "You are so injured, you must rest well. I won't disturb you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the table piled high with rare medicinal herbs and tonic products.

"I prepared these specially for you. If there are not enough, please send someone to notify me at any time and I will send more to you."

Ling Mohui slowly swept her eyes across the pile of precious medicinal materials, secretly marveling at the generosity of the Marquis' Mansion.

She endured the pain, tried to remain calm, and replied calmly: "That's enough, very much. Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."

After Wei Ruoming left, Ling Mohui breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when her gaze inadvertently fell on Fu Yansheng who was still standing outside the courtyard, her eyes instantly cooled.

She quickly lowered her eyes to hide the fluctuations in her heart, and ordered Mo Hua: "Help me back to the house."

At this time, Mo Qi was busy sorting out the gifts given by Wei Ruoming. As she sorted them out, she asked, "Miss, take a look at these things given by the prince. Which ones can you use?"

Ling Mohui forced herself to stay alert, and while flipping through the pages she muttered, "Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum... huh? Why is there this?"

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, and a bitter smile appeared in her heart, "Could this guy pack up all the precious herbs in the pharmacy and give them to me? This is too exaggerated!"

Faced with such generosity, she could only rub her forehead helplessly and waved her hand, saying, "Take all these away."