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

Ling Mohui glared at Fu Yansheng in dissatisfaction: "Let go! Isn't it embarrassing enough?"

There was both anger and helplessness in her tone.

Fu Yansheng's eyes were red, with pain and reluctance intertwined in his eyes. He looked at Ling Mohui almost beggingly: "You won't give me a chance? Just this once! Believe me this time! Ling Mohui!"

Ling Mohui's brows were tightly knitted together, her eyes still cold, as if the person in front of her had nothing to do with her anymore.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng seemed to see the same cold and arrogant self in Ling Mohui. He finally realized that when love has become a thing of the past, the one who is not loved is so humble.

Ling Mohui suddenly pulled back her hand, turned around gracefully, and strode away from this place of trouble, leaving Fu Yansheng alone there, lonely and desperate.

Inside the carriage, Chun Tang leaned close to Ling Mohui's ear, lowered his voice, and said with a relaxed smile: "Lord Zhao thought you were not going to show up!"

Ling Mo looked up, and the corner of her eyes quietly glanced at Zhao Yu, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Master Zhao..."

Zhao Yu's gaze gently turned to Ling Mohui. His deep eyes contained both indifference and a hint of inquiry.

"Master Zhao, I am late because I was entangled by Fu Yansheng, not because I regret it."

Ling Mohui explained seriously, her tone was apologetic but more firm.

Zhao Yu's face darkened slightly, as if he was thinking about something: "He won't give up easily."

"I understand, so I'll have to ask Master Zhao to take more care of it."

Ling Mohui's smile remained the same, but hidden behind that smile was uncertainty about the future and a hint of subtle worry.

Zhao Yu chuckled, and his handsome face looked even more cheerful because of the laugh: "Not at all, after all, I got a wife for free, and there is also a share of the family property."

There was a hint of self-mockery in his words, but they also revealed a kind of open-mindedness and confidence.

When Ling Mohui heard this, she felt a little amused, as if she had become the beneficiary of some kind of transaction. However, in this complicated situation, the only person who could help her get rid of Fu Yansheng and was trustworthy was Zhao Yu.

After entering the palace, the emperor issued an edict to grant the marriage, selected an auspicious day, and set the wedding date for half a month later. Everything seemed to be moving in the planned direction.

When Ling Mohui appeared in everyone's sight again, she had a gold-plated marriage certificate in her hand, which was a symbol of her future destiny.

"Master Zhao, if there is nothing else, I will not disturb you. Please go ahead and do your work."

Ling Mohui was about to step into the carriage and prepare to leave the chaotic palace, but was unexpectedly grabbed by Zhao Yu. His action was sudden and firm, as if there was something important that needed to be made clear at this moment.

Ling Mohui slowly turned her neck, her eyes with a hint of surprise gently falling on Zhao Yu's face, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the lake, creating circles of delicate ripples.

"Is there anything else, my Lord?"

There was a subtle curiosity in her words, as if she was expecting the other party's response to bring an unexpected surprise.

An almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yu's mouth. His voice was as calm as an ancient well and his eyes were deep, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"Change your name from now on."

The words floated out softly, but seemed to carry some unquestionable power, shaking the air around them.

To Zhao Yu, the title "Lord Zhao" seemed to no longer be able to carry the deepening bond between them. It was too formal, too distant, and no longer suitable to describe the gradually warming feelings between them.

Ling Mohui frowned slightly when she heard this. After thinking for a moment, a bright smile bloomed on her face, like the brightest flower in spring. "Then I will call you A Yu like my mother!"

This sentence is simple and direct, but it is full of her recognition and expectations of this relationship.

Zhao Yu's smile deepened when he heard this. He gently loosened his grip on her hand and said in a gentle and solemn tone, "Your Highness, take care!"

These three words are both a farewell and a blessing, and they contain his deep care and respect for Ling Mohui.

"Then I'll go back first, Ayu!"

Ling Mohui's laughter was crisp and pleasant, like the first ray of sunshine penetrating the clouds in winter, warm but not dazzling.

The charming dimples on the corners of her mouth seemed to be able to melt all the coldness in the world.

Zhao Yu nodded slightly, and a rare tenderness appeared on his face. It was a kind of softness hidden deep in his heart and not easily shown to others. This tenderness was like a warm current, quietly flowing into Ling Mohui's heart, making her heart warm.

……

As the marriage certificate was issued, the Anping Mansion became busy. Big red wedding characters were pasted on every corner of the mansion, and preparations for Ling Mo's wedding were in full swing.

Half a month is just a moment in the long river of time, but for the Duke's Mansion, it is enough time to carefully plan a grand wedding.

Zhao Yuezhao held a gorgeous wedding dress in her hands. It was a masterpiece made by the palace embroiderers who worked day and night. Every stitch and every thread embodied the craftsmen's hard work.

"Mohui, try it on and see if it fits. If it doesn't, I'll have someone modify it right away."

Her eyes were full of kindness and expectation, as if she was looking at a young eagle about to spread its wings and fly high.

Ling Mohui happily agreed and let the maids gently put on her wedding dress. At that moment, she seemed to have transformed into a fairy in an ancient scroll, so beautiful that she was beyond description.

She was well aware of Zhao Yuezhao's worries. As someone who was given the national surname, she had already taken half a step into the royal family. Marriage is often beyond her control. This was not only Zhao Yuezhao's worry, but also her own hidden worry deep in her heart.

"Mother, you are worrying too much. The marriage has been decided. The emperor's will is a golden word, and it cannot be changed easily."

Zhao Yu was sipping tea leisurely, his words revealing a sense of calmness and confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Zhao Yuezhao turned her gaze towards Zhao Yu tenderly, with a maternal glow in her eyes: "Don't just stand there, go try on your wedding dress. If the size is wrong, it's not too late to change it now."

Zhao Yu smiled lightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Mom, you are so busy that you are confused. I tried it on an hour ago, and everything is just right."

"Then go help Mo Hui and see if there is anything else that needs to be adjusted!"

Zhao Yuezhao gently pushed Zhao Yu, motioning him to walk towards Ling Mohui.

When their eyes met in the air, there seemed to be a subtle change in the surroundings, and an indescribable feeling filled the air, which was both warm and slightly shy.

"Very good. A dignified lady will naturally attract the attention of a gentleman. Your Highness will look very suitable no matter what he wears."

As Zhao Yu spoke, he naturally reached out his hand and gently smoothed out the slight wrinkles on Ling Mohui's wedding dress. His movements revealed an indescribable tenderness and care.

Ling Mohui was amused, with a sly light flashing in her eyes: "You can see that there is no problem so quickly? Are you just saying it casually to fool me?"