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

Zhao Yu clasped his hands across his chest and looked Ling Mohui up and down. His eyes seemed as if he was admiring a rare treasure, full of admiration and affirmation.

"Your Highness, you have forgotten my old profession. My eyes are like a ruler for measuring and tailoring clothes. If I say yes, then there is absolutely no problem."

There was a hint of pride in his words, which made people believe him.

Ling Mohui sighed inwardly, she almost forgot that the person in front of her was Deng Guiping, the Deng Guiping who had risen step by step in the Da Qi Palace and had a unique vision for the costumes of the concubines in the harem. His judgment was unquestionable.

"Your Highness's headdress..."

Zhao Yu suddenly changed the subject and shifted his attention to Ling Mohui.

"What happened to the tiara?"

Ling Mohui asked curiously.

Zhao Yu shook his head gently, frowning slightly: "Too tacky, not suitable for Your Highness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he carefully selected from the box full of jewelry, and finally took out a hairpin with unique shape and exquisite craftsmanship: "Try this!"

When the new hairpin was firmly inserted in Ling Mohui's hair, she seemed to be given new life. Her whole body radiated a more dazzling light, which complemented her exquisite makeup and made her incredibly beautiful.

"How about letting you choose my wedding headdress?"

Ling Mohui's proposal was filled with trust and expectation.

"It's done!"

Zhao Yu readily agreed, and then as if he remembered something, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What did Your Highness call me just now?"

"Ayu!"

Ling Mo smiled even more brightly, with a gleam of joy in her eyes.

Zhao Yu glanced at her indifferently without saying a word, but continued to immerse himself in the joy of choosing headwear, trying on one after another for her. Every movement seemed so focused and delicate, as if he was carving a work of art, and Ling Mohui was the most beautiful work in his heart.

The wedding day came quickly like a carefully choreographed drama. Inside the Anping Mansion, every brick and tile seemed shrouded in a tense and solemn atmosphere. The guards' eyes were sharper than usual, and the patrolling footsteps echoed in the silent night sky, all of which indicated the importance of this wedding.

Ling Mohui thought secretly in her heart that those scenes of unexpected encounters with Fu Yansheng had now been replaced by an iron-clad defense, but she knew very well that a man as persistent as Fu Yansheng would never give up easily.

On the wedding day, the morning light was just breaking and the air was filled with a festive atmosphere.

Ling Mohui was wearing a luxurious red wedding dress and intricate gold jewelry on her head. Under the red veil, her bright eyes sparkled with complex emotions.

As the sedan swayed slightly, she took the first step towards a new life. She was surrounded by the laughter of her relatives and friends, and blessings came like a tide. But all of this seemed to be isolated from her, leaving only peace and uneasiness in her heart.

As an invited guest, Fu Yansheng stood among the crowd. His eyes pierced through the layers of people and were fixed on the bright red.

Watching Ling Mohui and Zhao Yu exchange greetings, his heart felt as if it was cut by an invisible sharp blade, and the pain was unbearable.

It was not until the words "send to the bridal chamber" exploded in his ears like thunder that Fu Yansheng vaguely realized that everything was a foregone conclusion. He clenched his fists suddenly, and tears almost burst out of his eyes when he closed them.

……

The moment Ling Mohui stepped into the bridal chamber, she couldn't wait to get rid of the red veil that symbolized bondage. She called out to Chuntang with some urgency in her tone.

"Chun Tang, please help me take off this veil and headdress!"

There was a hint of impatience in her words.

Upon hearing this, Chun Tang hastily dissuaded him with a worried smile on his face, "Your Highness, this is not allowed. According to custom, we have to wait for the groom to lift the veil himself. It would be unlucky if I lifted it first!"

Ling Mo raised a helpless smile and nonchalantly retorted, "Why are there so many rules? It's my own happiness, I decide for myself."

For her, her marriage with Zhao Yu was nothing more than a game. The romance behind unveiling the red veil should belong to couples who truly love each other, not a marriage of convenience like theirs.

"Chun Tang, go get me something to eat. I heard that my favorite roast duck will be served at today's banquet!"

Ling Mohui tried to change the subject with a sly smile.

Chuntang left as requested, and the door closed gently behind her. However, before a moment had passed, there was a sudden loud bang, and the door burst open, with the word "囍" on the door also shaking.

Fu Yansheng, the man she thought had been shut out, suddenly appeared before her.

"Fu Yansheng, what are you doing!"

Ling Mohui was furious and quickly stepped forward to question.

Fu Yansheng grabbed her wrist without saying anything, his eyes showing both determination and pleading, "Come with me!"

Ling Mohui shook her head resolutely, her tone firm.

Fu Yansheng's eyes were full of pain and struggle. He put his hands on her shoulders, and his red eyes seemed to be telling endless pleadings, "I can't watch you become someone else's wife, I can't do it!"

Ling Mohui's heartstrings were gently plucked, but she still hardened her heart and rejected his request again.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, the appearance of Zhao Yu broke the deadlock.

He strode into the house, took Ling Mo into his arms, lowered his head without hesitation, and gave her a deep kiss.

Ling Mohui was shocked, but more of a disbelief. She didn't understand where Zhao Yu got the courage from and on what basis.

Under Fu Yansheng's gaze, Ling Mohui felt a kind of restraint that she was powerless to resist, but when Zhao Yu looked at Fu Yansheng provocatively, she actually raised her hand, stood on tiptoe, and responded with a kiss.

Zhao Yu's surprise was fleeting, and was replaced by fascination.

Fu Yansheng witnessed this scene, laughed at himself, and staggered out of this stage that did not belong to him.

It was not until the sound of Fu Yansheng's footsteps completely disappeared that Ling Mohui was able to break free from Zhao Yu's arms.

She teased Zhao Yu in a nonchalant manner, trying to hide the turmoil in her heart.

And Zhao Yu, the eunuch who was usually as cold as ice, seemed particularly different in her eyes at this moment, as if at that moment, he was no longer a shadow in the palace, but a man with real emotions.

However, when Zhao Yu returned to normal, the illusion disappeared.

Ling Mohui couldn't help but laugh at herself, how could Zhao Yu still retain his masculine characteristics?

He was an eunuch after all, she was overthinking it.

Not long after Zhao Yu left, Chuntang came back with a load of food. Ling Mo looked back at Chuntang's round smiling face and couldn't help laughing out loud. The interaction between the two added a bit of warmth to this slightly heavy night.

As night falls, the arrival of Lord Anping allows Ling Mohui to temporarily put aside the troubles in her heart. The conversation between mother and daughter reveals the delicate balance under imperial power and the future of the family.

Ling Mohui knew very well that being in the vortex of power, one had to be cautious in every step, and Zhao Yu, the man who was at ease in the palace, might be the most unpredictable chess piece of the Anping Mansion in this game of power.