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

The leading young man stared at her sharply with eyes as sharp as torches, as if trying to figure out the truthfulness of her words.

Ling Mohui could only try her best to stay calm and strive for the possible turnaround.

"Don't play tricks!" the boy warned in a low voice, "Otherwise, you will regret it!"

Ling Mohui licked her dry lips, suppressed the panic in her heart, and asked in a deep voice: "What on earth do you want to do by arresting me? If you have any difficulties, just tell me, I will do my best to help."

"You young people, you must not go astray and ruin your bright future due to momentary impulse." Ling Mo replied with emphasis.

This exhortation might only delay the immediate crisis temporarily, but even if it could buy her a few more moments, it would be enough to give her peace of mind.

"Forget about it, old man!" A young man had a look of contempt on his face, not hiding his disdain for Ling Mohui and the government behind him, "We will not be fooled by the sweet words of you officials!"

Ling Mohui was about to speak again when a voice called out from a distance: "Ling Mohui, where are you?"

That was Fu Yansheng's voice, which instantly illuminated the haze in her heart.

Ling Mohui's eyes flashed with hope that was hard to conceal, but she knew that she was in a critical situation, so she tried her best to suppress her inner excitement and responded loudly: "Fu Yansheng, don't come over!"

The faces of several young men suddenly changed and they looked panicked. Only the young man in the lead suddenly snatched the sharp blade from the hand of the younger brother beside him, and the sharp dagger was instantly pressed against Ling Mohui's fair neck.

"Be quiet, or you'll lose your life!" the young man threatened, his tone full of determination.

Ling Mohui's heart trembled, knowing that any carelessness at this moment would lead to irreversible consequences.

She pretended to be calm and responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll shut up and you calm down."

However, that shout had already attracted Fu Yansheng's attention.

Upon hearing the voice, Fu Yansheng calmly made a gesture to the guards behind him.

In an instant, a group of elite soldiers in iron armor quickly gathered.

When the boys saw this, their arrogance instantly subsided.

Fu Yansheng led the guard team and walked towards the big tree where Ling Mohui was.

The leading young man knew that there was no hope of escape, so he gritted his teeth and pushed Ling Mo back forward, while he stepped forward himself, attempting to use this as a bargaining chip to compete with Fu Yansheng.

"Don't move! Otherwise I will teach these two women a lesson!" the young man roared viciously.

Upon hearing the voice, Fu Yansheng stopped walking, and the guards behind him all drew out their long swords that were flashing with cold light.

"As long as you release the people first, no matter what your demands are, I am willing to sit down and talk in detail." Fu Yansheng's tone was cold, and he exuded a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

As the prime minister of the dynasty, he is well versed in negotiation. Facing this group of young boys, he is confident that he can easily control the overall situation.

The leading teenager was overwhelmed by Fu Yansheng's momentum and was obviously lacking in confidence: "How can you make us believe that you will keep your promise?"

Fu Yansheng pursed his lips tightly, "At this moment, you have no other choice but to choose to believe me."

The young man thought for a moment and made a bold request: "We want to meet the current emperor directly and submit a petition to the emperor! Can you take us to see him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

Obviously, this incident is not a simple street conflict, but involves major issues concerning the national economy and people's livelihood.

"Okay." Fu Yansheng agreed in a deep voice, without any hesitation, "But the prerequisite is that you must release the hostages first."

"I don't trust you!" the young man insisted stubbornly, "I can release one first, but you must immediately send someone to help me deliver the petition to the palace."

A cold light flashed across Fu Yansheng's eyes: "Tell me, who are you going to sue?"

"Linzhou Prefect Wang Ye!" the young man roared, "He embezzled the disaster relief funds allocated by the court to Linzhou, causing millions of people to starve to death!"

"Linzhou..." Fu Yansheng murmured. This year, a drought had indeed ravaged the area, and the imperial court had allocated a huge amount of disaster relief funds.

However, just last month, the court received a report from Linzhou claiming that the drought had been effectively alleviated.

Now hearing what the young man said, it is obvious that there is a dark secret hidden in it that is unknown to the public.

Fu Yansheng said in a resolute tone, leaving no room for doubt: "Give me the petition."

A younger brother in black heard the sound, quickly took out the petition from his arms, threw it hard, and it flew towards Fu Yansheng accurately.

He took the petition and opened it with skillful and decisive gestures, reading through the contents in just a moment.

Then he fixed his gaze on the young man in front of him who remained resolute despite being in a difficult situation.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll let him go first." There was a weight of promise in Fu Yansheng's words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man immediately asked, "The petition has not been submitted yet. I can only release one first. Which one do you choose?"

Zhang Xiyue was already frightened out of her wits. She pleaded with Fu Yansheng in a trembling voice, "Cousin, don't worry about me. Save my sister-in-law first."

Her sobbing was particularly harsh in the quiet environment, making people feel pity.

In sharp contrast to her is Ling Mohui, who, despite being in danger, remains extraordinarily calm.

Fu Yansheng's eyes moved between the two of them, and finally landed on Zhang Xiyue. He stretched out his finger, pointed at her, and said in a steady tone: "Let her go first."

The young man raised a playful smile, "It seems that you and your husband don't have a very good relationship."

His teasing was like a thorn, piercing Ling Mohui's heart.

She showed no weakness, rolled her eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Do you need me to tell you this? Mind your own business!"

The young man was choked by her counterattack and was speechless for a moment. He had to stop talking in disappointment and waved his hand to signal his men to release Zhang Xiyue.

"Cousin!" The moment Zhang Xiyue regained her freedom, she threw herself into Fu Yansheng's arms, sobbing softly.

Ling Mohui stood alone, looking up at the sky, thinking to herself: I haven't cried yet.

At this time, Fu Yansheng gave orders again.

As Mo Yi left, he instantly turned to the people around him and shouted, "Let them go!"

However, the other party was not intimidated by his anger and responded calmly: "Be patient, I will release you when I hear back from the palace."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Fu Yansheng's heart.

Hearing the noise, people came from all directions, and for a moment, the originally empty venue became bustling.

"You little bastards, how dare you hurt my benefactor? I'll make a note of this. You won't have a good ending!"

Wei Ruoming roared angrily to the sky.

In the crowd, a young man who was keen on watching the fun poked his head out and asked curiously, "What is your relationship with him? You look so anxious, even more concerned than your husband."

"Are you deaf? Didn't he just say that he is your savior?" Ling Mo shouted harshly.