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

Zhao Yuezhao's figure disappeared around the corner outside the door. Ling Mohui estimated in her heart that the banquet, which seemed prosperous on the surface but actually had undercurrents, had probably come to the end and time for everyone to leave.

The flickering candlelight in the room illuminated the tiredness and complex emotions on her face.

At this moment, a burst of hurried and slightly staggering footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Ling Mohui's heart moved, and she stood up and walked to the door, ready to greet possible visitors. However, she did not expect that when the door opened, she would bump into Fu Yansheng, who was drunk.

"why is it you again!"

There was a hint of helplessness and surprise in Ling Mo's words.

Fu Yansheng in front of him was obviously drunk, with the wine jug in his hand hanging limply, and the empty mouth of the jug seemed to tell of the owner's inner emptiness and longing.

He threw the wine jug casually in annoyance. The crisp sound of it hitting the ground seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet night. Then, he grabbed Ling Mohui's wrist with such force that Ling Mohui couldn't help but frown.

"Why? Why are you so cruel?"

Fu Yansheng's voice was mixed with pain and indignation. The effect of alcohol made his words intermittent, and there was a gleam of hurt in his eyes.

He seemed to be questioning, and also seemed to be blaming himself, "You were the one who provoked me first! I was moved by you, but you turned around and threw yourself into the arms of someone else! Could it be that in your heart, I, Fu Yansheng, am the kind of person who can play with your emotions at will, and come and go at will?"

Facing Fu Yansheng's questioning, Ling Mohui felt mixed emotions. She suddenly turned her hand and slapped Fu Yansheng loudly in the face. The sound echoed in the night sky.

"Wake up! Fu Yansheng! Until now, do you still think that I abandoned you?"

There was disbelief and pain in her words. "You pushed me away time and time again because of misunderstandings and prejudices, misunderstood me, hurt me, and even made me linger on the edge of despair. At that time, did you ever feel the slightest bit of guilt?"

Fu Yansheng's eyes flushed, and he stared straight at Ling Mohui, as if he wanted to see through her, "I have it! How could I not have it? I have been looking for an opportunity to make up for the harm you have suffered, but why are you unwilling to give me even a slight chance?"

His voice trembled, revealing deep helplessness and pleading.

"It's too late! Nothing can be undone! Fu Yansheng, my heart is cold. It is your constant indifference and misunderstanding that have extinguished all my hopes and expectations for you. We can never go back to the past!"

Ling Mohui's eyes also began to heat up, and the grievances and pains that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time surged out like a flood that broke through a dam.

Yes, facing Fu Yansheng's repeated harm, how could she not feel deeply wronged?

Every rejection and misunderstanding from Fu Yansheng seemed to push her into a deeper abyss of despair. The deep affection they once had was gradually worn away by constant suspicion and abandonment.

And she, a woman who broke into his world halfway, seemed so out of place.

There was suddenly a dead silence between the two of them. Only the sounds of each other's breathing were intertwined in the air, forming an invisible tension.

After a moment, Fu Yansheng seemed to wake up from his drunkenness, and a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"I understand. Don't worry... I won't disturb your world again."

There was determination in his words, and his back seemed a little staggering as he turned and left, and every step he took stepped on Ling Mohui's heart.

Ling Mo looked back at Fu Yansheng's back as he walked away, an inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart. The memories of anger, humiliation and pain seemed to fade away with his departure.

Tears quietly rolled down her cheeks, she wiped them away gently, turned back into the house, grabbed the wine jug on the table, took a big gulp, trying to numb the pain in her heart with alcohol.

"Can't bear to part with it?"

A voice sounded in her ears. Ling Mo turned her head and found that Zhao Yu had been standing at the door without her knowing when. He was wearing bright wedding clothes, which made him look even more handsome and elegant.

"No, I just feel sorry for myself for being too naive in the past."

Ling Mohui raised her wine glass and drank it all, trying to swallow all the past.

Just as she was about to pour the wine again, Zhao Yu grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"How can we drink the wedding wine like this?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

Ling Mohui chuckled and teased, "Ayu also pays attention to these empty formalities?"

Having said that, she still put down the wine jug as she was told.

“It doesn’t hurt to give it a try!”

Zhao Yu smiled and picked up the other wine glass. The two completed the ceremony of drinking from each other's cups according to custom. At that moment, it seemed as if something had quietly taken root between them.

That night, Ling Mohui fell into a deep sleep under the anesthesia of alcohol, and all her worries and sorrows seemed to be temporarily forgotten.

It was not until the dawn that Ling Mohui staggered onto the bed with the help of Zhao Yu.

"From now on, we are good sisters and good brothers who share the same bed but different dreams!"

She fell headfirst onto the pillow and fell into a deep sleep, leaving Zhao Yu with a complicated look behind her.

Zhao Yu looked at Ling Mohui who was sleeping beside him. He slowly took off his coat, lay down beside her, gently touched the tip of her nose with his fingers, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Good buddy? You wish!"

He whispered in his heart, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

……

When Ling Mohui woke up again, she felt something hard pressing against her back. Confused, she turned over, but was met with the enlarged handsome face of Zhao Yu, which stunned her instantly.

Zhao Yu...he is not a eunuch?

He opened his eyes, supporting his head with his elbows, his eyes lazily and teasingly: "Awake?"

Ling Mohui's throat tightened and she asked in a low voice: "You...you are not..."

Zhao Yu had a half-smile on his face: "When did I say I was?"

His answer made Ling Mohui's thoughts even more confused.

"But...but you've been in the harem for so long?"

Ling Mohui asked in disbelief, her mind in a mess.

It turned out that she thought she had jumped out of one fire pit, but unexpectedly fell into another one.

Zhao Yu explained slowly: "When I was young, I saved the queen's life, so she helped me keep this secret."

"So, she kept it a secret for you?"

Ling Mohui tried to make sense of it all.

Zhao Yu nodded slightly, confirming her guess: "That's right."

"So, you've been hiding this from me?"

Ling Mohui suddenly sat up and glared at Zhao Yu, feeling mixed emotions.

Zhao Yu, however, looked relaxed and contented. He stood up and asked, "Is it necessary to specifically mention this?"

He acted casually, as if it was a trivial matter.

Indeed, who would dare to publicize that they are not eunuchs? Especially in the palace, if such a secret is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous.

What's more, this involves the secret of the Queen of Da Qi. Even Zhao Yu himself would not easily reveal it unless it was necessary.

Ling Mohui felt extremely regretful. If she had known this would happen, she would never have agreed to this marriage!

Isn't it because her identity made her feel safe and he lacked the masculinity that made her afraid that she chose Zhao Yu?