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

Chuntang followed closely behind, his cheeks puffed up from constantly tasting delicious food, making him look particularly cute.

"Princess, Chuntang really can't eat anymore, he's too full!"

She held her stomach, looking satisfied yet helpless.

Ling Mohui also felt a little full, so she put the last soup dumpling into her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Me too, take the rest away!"

Chuntang's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly: "Okay, let's go back and wait until my stomach is empty, then we can continue to enjoy the food!"

Ling Mohui smiled and tapped Chuntang's forehead: "Are you still eating? Look at you, you have become a lot rounder recently. I actually intended to buy these for your sister Fenchan."

"Oh my! If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed. Several of my clothes are tight. I thought I had grown taller again."

Chuntang suddenly realized what was going on and touched his waist embarrassedly.

Ling Mohui couldn't help but burst out laughing: "So that's how it is. How about we go to the silk shop and buy you some new clothes?"

"Yes, yes! The princess is so kind, Chuntang likes her the most!"

Chuntang jumped around Ling Mo excitedly, and the two of them walked into the silk shop hand in hand.

Ling Mohui carefully selected several pieces of high-quality cloth and asked Chuntang to go in with the tailor to have his measurements taken for tailoring.

When Chuntang walked out of the tailor shop with a smile on his face, he found that Ling Mohui was nowhere to be seen.

"Princess! Where is my princess? Have you seen my princess?"

Chuntang looked around anxiously, but couldn't find Ling Mohui, and a feeling of uneasiness rose in his heart.

……

At the same time, Ling Mohui felt an irresistible force suddenly dragging her into a dark, narrow and remote alley. The walls around her were mottled, as if telling the loneliness and secrets of the past.

"Fu Yansheng! Are you done yet?"

Ling Mohui's voice was mixed with impatience and fatigue. She shook off Fu Yansheng's tightly grasped hand and tried to turn around and escape from this depressing space, but found herself pressed against the cold wall by Fu Yansheng's unquestionable strength.

"Ling Mohui! Give me another chance and let's start over, okay? I really can't live without you!"

Fu Yansheng's voice trembled slightly. He hugged her tightly. His eyes, which had written countless tenderness, were now filled with unprecedented sincerity and urgency, as if he was making a final plea.

Ling Mohui clenched her teeth, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained by this sudden hug. She struggled, but could only feel the firmness and reluctance in Fu Yansheng's arms, a kind of almost desperate persistence.

"Fu Yansheng, my marriage to Zhao Yu is a foregone conclusion. Face the reality. We can never go back to the way we were."

There was a hint of determination in Ling Mohui's voice. Her words were like a sharp blade, severing the already tattered relationship between the two.

"A eunuch? You are actually attracted to a eunuch? Stop kidding me," Ling Mo replied. "I know you are doing this just to make me give up, but I will never give up, never!"

Fu Yansheng's tone was full of disbelief and unwillingness, and his eyes flashed with stubbornness, as if declaring his determination to never give up.

"So what if he's a eunuch? I'd rather have a crush on a eunuch than have to glance at you any more. Are you satisfied now?"

Ling Mohui's voice was mixed with anger and disappointment, and her eyes were as cold as ice. "Let go, you hear me!"

"No! Impossible! I won't believe it!"

Fu Yansheng's refusal was like his last struggle, but his hands slowly loosened under Ling Mohui's determined gaze. At that moment, the world of both of them seemed to fall apart completely.

……

In front of the Duke's Mansion, a gorgeously decorated carriage was parked quietly. The sunlight shone on the body of the carriage, reflecting a dazzling light.

Zhao Yu stood in front of the mansion gate with his hands behind his back. His figure was upright and his face was as calm as water, as if all the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.

It was not until Chun Tang's familiar figure hurriedly appeared at the corner of the street that Zhao Yu took a step forward and slowly walked down the stairs. His voice was gentle but with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness: "What happened? Where is your Highness?"

Ling Mohui is about to enter the palace to accept the arranged marriage. Logically, everything should be ready. Could it be that at this critical moment, her mind has changed?

"Her Highness...Her Highness suddenly disappeared! We were just selecting fabrics in the fabric store, and in a split second, when I turned around, she was gone. I looked everywhere for her, but I couldn't even see her shadow!"

Chuntang's voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

Zhao Yu's expression suddenly became solemn. He didn't say much, but quickly gave an order: "Go find him!"

"Sir, you're not going?"

Chuntang asked softly, confusion in his eyes.

"If she doesn't want to come back, what's the point of me going?"

Zhao Yu's tone was somewhat helpless. He got on the carriage directly. Although his tone was calm, he could not hide the complicated emotions in his heart. "When the time comes, I will enter the palace on my own. Whether she comes or not is not so important to me anymore."

"My Lord, did you misunderstand Her Highness? It's not that Her Highness doesn't want to go to the palace. She went out today just to relax before the formal occasion. She also specifically told me to go back before the court meeting is over! She definitely didn't leave on purpose!"

Chuntang eagerly defended Ling Mohui, his eyes full of sincerity.

Zhao Yu's expression changed slightly, as if he was thinking about something: "Is this true?"

"Sir, Chuntang dare not lie!"

Chuntang's tone was firm, and there was a sincere light in his eyes.

Zhao Yu was silent for a moment, but finally got off the car resolutely. He turned over, mounted his horse, whipped the horse and galloped away, leaving only a resolute back behind.

……

On the other side, Ling Mohui finally got rid of Fu Yansheng's entanglement after a struggle. The two of them pulled each other out of the alley. The sun shone on them again, but it seemed unable to dispel the haze in their hearts.

"Fu Yansheng, let me tell you! My marriage with Zhao Yu has been reported to His Majesty. Once the Emperor of Daqing speaks, our fate will be completely severed. I no longer belong to you, and there will be no connection between us in this life."

Ling Mo's words were firm and decisive, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Yansheng's heart.

"I will never let go, not in this life!"

There was despair and stubbornness in Fu Yansheng's voice.

"Mo Hui!"

Fu Yansheng's call was filled with endless pleading.

At this moment, Zhao Yu's figure appeared on the other side of the street like a god descending from the sky. His appearance seemed to bring a bit of order to this chaotic situation.

"You came!"

Ling Mohui's tone softened instantly, as if she had found support.

Zhao Yu strode towards Ling Mohui and grabbed her wrist, forming a subtle confrontation with Fu Yansheng. The two of them were on the left and the right, as if fighting for Ling Mohui's ownership.

Passersby cast curious and surprised glances at him. The scene was so dramatic that people couldn't help but stop and watch.