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

She gently held her mother's hand and comforted her with kind words: "Mom, you worry too much. I just miss home and plan to come back and stay for a few days. Changing the environment will help me adjust my mood."

Upon hearing this, Ling's mother's frown relaxed slightly, but she immediately became concerned about her daughter's injury: "How is your injury? Is it serious? Let me take a look."

Ling Mohui quickly comforted her, "Mom, I'm really fine. Director Li just checked me carefully, don't worry."

Suspicion suddenly filled Mother Ling's heart. She stared at Ling Mohui closely, her tone serious and concerned: "Mohui, tell me the truth, what happened between you and Wei Shizi? You risked your life to block the knife for him before, and now he invited Zhang Yuanzheng to come late at night. Is there something between the two of you... that we don't know?"

Ling Mohui raised a helpless smile and said, "Mom, you have a very rich imagination."

She knew where her mother's worries came from, so she decided to try to clear up the misunderstanding.

"In fact, my blocking the knife was completely an accident. His subsequent care and kindness towards me were purely out of gratitude for my life-saving grace."

Mother Ling's frown gradually relaxed, and she sighed with relief: "So that's how it is. I thought..."

She paused for a moment, "You have to find a suitable time to tell Yan Sheng everything, and don't let him be misled by those groundless rumors outside. If it weren't for his broad-mindedness, if it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have divorced his wife long ago."

Ling Mohui raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips: "He has always been dismissive of these trivial matters of mine. It doesn't matter to him whether I explain or not."

Mother Ling knew her daughter's personality very well, so she said no more, "Yan Sheng may be cold, but he is a loyal minister who is dedicated to his country and his people. He may neglect to take care of you. You have to be more considerate of him. There are bound to be some bumps and bruises between husband and wife, but they will get along well over time."

Just as the mother and daughter finished their words, a maid rushed into the courtyard, "Madam, Miss, something big has happened!"

Her voice was sharp and urgent, breaking the silence of the courtyard.

Ling's mother's face turned stern, and she asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? How can you be so flustered?"

The maid replied hurriedly: "Uncle, uncle is here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly added, "But, the prince blocked the door, and the two seemed to be arguing."

When Ling's mother heard this, her expression instantly changed from nervous to joyful, and she quickly ordered: "Then please come in!"

"Mo Hui, go check it out. With Yan Sheng's personality, he probably won't get too entangled with the prince. It's a rare opportunity for him to come here, don't let him leave like this."

Ling Mohui heard this and responded unhappily: "Mom, if he wants to leave, just let him go. Why should we stick our heads in his shoes?"

Ling's mother insisted, "What are you talking about? That's your husband, go quickly!"

Under her mother's repeated urging, Ling Mohui, although unhappy, still walked out of the courtyard.

At this time, in front of the general's mansion, Wei Ruoming stopped Fu Yansheng, and his words were full of unquestionable firmness: "Mohui's wound has just split open, and she needs to rest. Prime Minister, please go back to the mansion first."

Facing Wei Ruoming's obstruction, Fu Yansheng said in a low and cold voice: "Sir, it seems that my last warning did not attract your attention."

There was a warning in his words, and an invisible pressure emanated from his body.

Wei Ruoming showed no weakness, "You can't protect your wife yourself, but I can't ignore the safety of my savior, right?"

Fu Yansheng's face became increasingly gloomy, "Get out of the way!"

"No!" Wei Ruoming had no intention of backing down.

Just when the two were on the verge of a fight, Ling Mohui walked slowly down the corridor.

She walked forward gently, patted Wei Ruoming's shoulder, and said in a soft but powerful voice: "Sir, calm down."

Wei Ruoming then slowly put away his arms, but his eyes were still fixed on Fu Yansheng vigilantly.

Fu Yansheng's eyes instantly focused on Ling Mohui, "Come back with me."

Ling Mohui just looked at him quietly, "It's late, sir, please go back early."

Fu Yansheng frowned slightly, "You want to stay here?"

Ling Mohui's expression remained normal, and her tone was calm but firm: "I will recover here for a few days, so don't worry about me, sir."

There was a calm determination and composure in his words.

A subtle silence instantly filled the air.

After a long time, Ling Mohui heard Fu Yansheng's sigh from the opposite side.

"It's up to you!" Fu Yansheng finally spoke, his words were short and cold.

He immediately turned around, got on the carriage, and his figure gradually went away.

Ling Mo looked back at the direction where Fu Yansheng left, her eyes slightly drooping.

She said softly, "Your Highness, please go back earlier. You may have offended him for my sake. As for the Princess..."

Hearing this, Wei Ruoming smiled calmly, "Don't worry about me, I have my own way."

Afterwards, he quickly jumped onto the horse, and before leaving, he reminded Ling Mo: "Go back quickly and take good care of your injuries."

The night wind was bitingly cold, so she wrapped her clothes tightly around her.

It turned out that Fu Yansheng had no feelings for her at all, and it seemed that the day of divorce was not far away.

As they were walking, Ling Mohui bumped into Ling's mother unexpectedly.

Ling's mother looked anxious and asked eagerly: "Where is the son-in-law? Where is the prince?"

Her eyes scanned around Ling Mohui, trying to find the two people.

"They're all gone." Ling Mohui tried to keep a relaxed tone, attempting to calm her mother.

"What? You actually let your son-in-law go?" Ling's mother's face was full of worry. "Hey, my daughter, why don't you know how to capture a man's heart? If you keep going like this, when will you be able to have a child?"

"Child?" Ling Mohui smiled bitterly in her heart. She and Fu Yansheng hadn't even spent their bridal chamber together, so how could there be a child?

This fact was obviously hard for Ling's mother to accept. Thinking that if they really got to the point of divorce one day, Ling's mother might faint from anger, Ling Mohui felt heartbroken.

So, Ling Mohui decided to take good care of her mother's health before that.

In the following days, she devoted herself to adjusting the prescription for Ling's mother, and seemed to have temporarily put the affairs of the Grand Secretary's Mansion behind her.

Everyone in the family was quite puzzled by this. Ling Mohui, who usually always revolved around Fu Yansheng, had been away from home for so many days and didn't care about her husband at all. She seemed like a different person.

That day, Ling Chuyun returned from outside after finishing his business. His face was gloomy, full of fatigue and worry.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ding quickly handed over a cup of hot tea and comforted him softly, "Husband, you seem to be in a bad mood after coming back today. What happened?"

Ling Chuyun took the teacup and took a sip. The hot tea seemed to dispel some of the gloom in his heart.