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

"It's inconvenient to show up? As a general of Da Qi, can't you protect a witness?"

Ling Yuanfu's tone was unquestionable and firm, but it also concealed a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

"General Ling misunderstood. This was the witness's own wish. In addition, his identity is special. Once exposed, it may cause unnecessary trouble."

The voice remained mysterious, as if hinting at the complex background behind the witness.

Ling Mohui frowned and thought secretly in her heart.

The eldest brother's case is obviously not as simple as it seems on the surface. There may be a complex network of power entanglements hidden behind it.

She decided to push the door open and join in this crucial discussion.

"Father, I am here too, maybe I can provide some help."

Ling Mohui's voice was calm and firm, interrupting the conversation in the room.

Ling Yuanfu turned his head, a hint of surprise and relief flashed in his eyes, and then he made room for her and motioned for her to sit down.

The mysterious visitor hid in the shadows and did not reveal his true face.

"Mohui, what do you think?"

Ling Yuanfu's words were full of trust.

"First, we need to understand the witness's concerns. Can the elder brother's innocence be proved through other means, such as anonymous letters or information delivered through a third party?"

Ling Mohui's proposal was both practical and thoughtful.

The voice in the shadows was silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons. "This method is feasible, but we need to ensure that the transmission process is foolproof."

"Then let me take care of this matter."

Ling Mohui's tone revealed an unquestionable determination, "At the same time, I will try to investigate from other angles and look for more evidence."

Ling Yuanfu nodded approvingly, his eyes full of recognition for his daughter's growth.

Although the figure in the shadows did not say a word, a subtle sense of approval seemed to be in the air.

After the meeting, Ling Mohui did not leave immediately, but sat alone under the candlelight, thinking for a long time.

She knew very well that to rescue her elder brother, passion alone was not enough. It required wisdom and strategy, as well as the courage to face unknown challenges.

It was late at night, and the lights in Yue's house were still on. Ling Mohui's figure stretched out in front of the window, reflecting her resolute and unyielding outline.

On this road full of unknowns and dangers, she is ready to do whatever it takes for her family and justice.

"Fu Yansheng, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you are still upset about the cancellation of your engagement with Mo Hui, and you intend to use this as a bargaining chip to put pressure on my Ling family?"

There was a hint of displeasure in Ling Yuanfu's voice, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, pointing directly at Fu Yansheng's thoughts.

He straightened his back and said firmly, "I must tell you clearly that the Ling family has always been upright and honest. We are not interested in this kind of ungraceful assistance."

After she finished speaking, Ling Mohui rushed into the hall like a breeze, with an aura that could not be ignored. Her steps were firm and swift, and every step was full of determination and confidence.

"Mo is back?"

The moment Fu Yansheng's gaze touched her, his originally cold and hard lines seemed to soften a little, as if spring water melted the ice edges of winter.

Ling Mohui went straight to Fu Yansheng. Her movements were quick and decisive. She waved her hand and with a crisp "clang" sound, the teacup in Fu Yansheng's hand fell to the ground, the pieces scattered everywhere, and the tea splashed in ripples.

"Fu Yansheng! You've really gone too far! You actually threatened my father in this way!"

There was a mixture of anger and disappointment in Ling Mohui's voice, and an unquestionable light flashed in her eyes.

Fu Yansheng's eyes swept across the broken porcelain on the ground, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He sighed softly, "You two father and daughter have the same impatient temper! When did I ever say that I would use my status as an eyewitness to force you?"

He raised his head and looked into Ling Mohui's questioning eyes. His tone was calm and firm. "What I mean is that I have my own connections in the palace. If things really develop to the point where there is no other choice, I will arrange for someone to come forward and play the role of an eyewitness to testify for Ling Chuyun."

Ling Mohui frowned and questioned, "Isn't this fabricating false evidence?"

Fu Yansheng smiled calmly, with a hint of complexity in his eyes. "Because of this, this can only be the last resort. Once used, it will be exponentially more difficult to track down the real mastermind behind the scenes."

Ling Mohui exhaled lightly, and spoke more slowly, with an apologetic tone in her voice, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood what you meant."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Fu Yansheng's eyes. "Mohui, in your heart, am I such a despicable person? Are you unwilling to give me even the most basic trust?"

Ling Mo turned her head and said in a steady and calm voice, "There is a lack of foundation for trust between you and me."

Fu Yansheng paused, and past memories came flooding back like a tide. He always chose to believe others without hesitation between her and other women.

Yes, perhaps trust had already quietly collapsed in those ignored moments.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, trying to hide the sadness in his heart, "It doesn't matter, as long as I believe in you."

"Speaking of which, the palace has sent an invitation to a banquet. It is a banquet specially held to welcome you back to the capital. I know you will return to the general's mansion immediately, so I will wait for you here."

Fu Yansheng handed the exquisite invitation to Ling Mohui, with an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

"Mohui, this time you enter the palace, you represent the identity of the Princess of Daqing. Your every move concerns the reputation of Daqing, so you must be careful and cautious."

Ling Yuanfu gave earnest instructions.

The relationship between Daqing and Daqi is complicated. When Ling Mo returns to Beijing this time, her identity is no longer comparable to the past, and she carries more responsibilities and expectations.

"I will take care of your eldest brother's affairs. You don't have to interfere."

Ling Yuanfu's words revealed his concern and protection for his daughter, and he obviously didn't want her to be involved in the storm.

"Dad! You and Big Brother will always be my family. How can I stay out of this? Don't worry, I will be careful and will never let anyone take advantage of me."

Ling Mohui's voice was gentle yet firm, full of affection and sense of responsibility for her family.

Ling Yuanfu looked at Ling Mohui, his eyes full of worry and love. He knew that letting Ling Mohui stand idly by would be tantamount to asking her to go against her own heart.

"Hey!"

He sighed softly, stood up, and said with a somewhat compromising tone, "Forget it, Dad will accompany you to the palace."

He was always worried about his daughter and was willing to protect her from all odds.

Ling Mohui felt a warm current in her heart, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Okay, then I'll wait for Dad outside the door."

This palace banquet brought together all officials above the fourth rank. The scene was grand and the atmosphere was solemn.

During the dinner, Ling Mohui met Han Zifeng, whom she hadn't seen for many years.

As an imperial merchant, he should not appear at such a palace banquet.