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

Ling Mohui nodded and said goodbye. Just as she was about to leave, Zheng Jiaxuan spoke again: "By the way, sister, I know you are worried about your brother's affairs. This visit letter may come in handy."

Another visitation letter?

Ling Mo originally wanted to say that the letter in her hand was enough, but considering that it was a heartfelt gift from Zheng Jiaxuan and that it must have taken a lot of trouble, she still took it.

"You have just entered the court as an official. I'm afraid it's not easy to get this visiting letter? Did it take a lot of effort?"

Ling Mohui asked with concern.

"Sister, you are very observant. You can't hide anything from me."

Zheng Jiaxuan's eyes were like a clear stream, bright and pure. He stared at Ling Mohui, with a gentle smile on his lips. That smile seemed to illuminate people's hearts. The twinkling stars in his eyes made his face particularly charming. "But don't worry, sister. This is what I got from Brother Xu. It's clean and neat. There's no need to worry."

"The last incident almost implicated my sister, and Brother Xu has been brooding over it, always thinking of finding an opportunity to make amends. This time I went to him and only briefly mentioned your predicament, and he agreed to help without hesitation."

Ling Mohui nodded slightly, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and then she reminded: "Since you have decided to step into the turbulent sea of ​​officialdom, you must act with caution and never leave any handle for others."

"Don't worry, sister. I know what I'm doing."

There was firmness in Zheng Jiaxuan's words, as if no storms could shake his determination.

After saying goodbye to Zheng Jiaxuan, Ling Mohui's journey back home was unusually smooth. The scenery along the way seemed particularly peaceful and beautiful under the afterglow of the setting sun. Finally, she arrived safely at Yue's house, the place that carried countless memories of her.

Ling Yuanfu was riding on a tall horse. Seeing Ling Mohui return safely, he was reluctant to let her go, but he could only say goodbye reluctantly: "Originally, you should have been allowed to return to the general's mansion directly to enjoy the warmth of home, but you have a special status now. If you move back to the general's mansion, it may cause unnecessary suspicion from the court. Father will definitely find time to visit you alone some other day."

"I will always remember your escort. The current situation is turbulent, and we need to be careful about everything. Please take care of yourself, father. Go back quickly."

Ling Mohui's voice was soft and concerned, full of understanding and love for her father.

Ling Yuanfu nodded heavily, said nothing more, turned around, whipped his horse, and his figure gradually disappeared in the afterglow of the evening.

Ling Mohui was holding three heavy visiting letters tightly in her hands. As soon as she stepped into the room, a figure snatched the letters away as nimbly as a civet cat.

Ling Mohui was stunned, only to see Zhao Yu casually flipping through the letters in the flickering candlelight, with a playful smile on his lips.

"The princess is very clever. She got Liu'er's visit letters so quickly, and she got three of them at once. It seems that I can't help with this matter! Then I will take my leave first!"

Zhao Yu was about to get up and leave when he was unexpectedly grabbed by Ling Mohui's sleeve.

"Zhao Yu, are you jealous?"

Ling Mohui asked half-jokingly.

"Even if it is, so what?"

Zhao Yu turned around and looked directly at Ling Mohui. There was no evasion in his eyes, and his frankness was surprisingly clear.

Ling Mo wanted to defuse this sudden seriousness with a relaxed tone, but she didn't expect Zhao Yu to be so direct. She couldn't help but pursed her lips, didn't ask further, and said: "Fangfang just came to me and said that the person who reported it was a palace maid named Shi'er."

"Shi'er?"

Zhao Yu frowned slightly when he heard this, and a barely perceptible coldness flashed across his eyes.

"Do you know this poem?"

Ling Mohui asked curiously.

Zhao Yu chuckled and said with disdain: "There are so many maids and eunuchs in the palace, how can I know them all? However, I have written down this name, and I will find out the truth."

"Then it's up to you!"

Ling Mohui nodded gratefully.

Zhao Yu lowered his head to examine the visiting letter in his hand, and suddenly asked: "When do you plan to go to the inner prison to visit Liu'er?"

Ling Mohui pursed her lips again, her expression determined: "Just tonight, the longer the night, the more dreams there are, it's better to act early."

"So impatient?"

Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

Ling Mohui said in a deep voice: "Your mention of this reminds me that with so many people helping me, the mastermind behind this may have noticed it and may try to stop it."

As the words fell, they both looked out the window at the same time and discovered that a drizzle had begun to fall from the sky without them noticing. The rain was like a weave, adding a bit of haziness and mystery to the night.

Zhao Yu walked to the corridor, gently opened the oil-paper umbrella, turned his head and signaled to Ling Mo: "Then let's go."

Ling Mohui followed Zhao Yu and together they stepped into the embrace of the night and headed towards an unknown journey.

The cells in the inner prison are closely guarded even in the middle of the night.

When the guard saw the visiting letter in Ling Mohui's hand, he let her pass without asking any questions. It was obvious that the letter was of extraordinary importance.

When Ling Mohui walked into the inner prison, she was surprised to find that she was not the only one who came to visit Liu'er tonight.

Fu Yansheng, the man who was always a bit mysterious, was also waiting here.

"You are here. I have been waiting for a long time."

When Fu Yansheng saw Ling Mo coming back, there was not much surprise on his face, as if everything was within his expectations.

Ling Mo turned her head and looked at the imprisoned Liu Er, and was stunned for a moment. The girl in front of her was round and slightly plump, which was very different from what she had imagined.

"Are you Liu'er?"

Ling Mohui asked in disbelief.

I originally thought that even if they wanted to frame her brother, the other party would choose a beautiful woman, but I didn't expect it to be such a chubby little girl.

However, looking closely, Liu'er has a pretty face and delicate skin. If she loses weight, she will definitely be a beauty.

"Yes, this servant is Liu'er!"

Liu'er's voice was a little shy, but also revealed a sense of stubbornness.

"Liu'er has been living a comfortable life in the inner prison recently. She has gained some weight. It is understandable that Your Highness did not recognize her at first."

Liu'er lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, looking shy and cute.

Ling Mohui coughed lightly and tried to remain calm: "Is the food in the inner prison so good?"

"Not really. The main reason is that the Prime Minister has been visiting me frequently during this period, so the jailers dare not neglect me."

Liu'er explained, her words revealing her gratitude to the Prime Minister.

Ling Mohui slowly approached and was about to ask about her relationship with her brother, but Liu Er got the upper hand: "I swear! There is absolutely nothing between Lord Lin and me!"

Liu'er eagerly held up three fingers with a serious expression.

"Master Lin is fair and selfless, and never talks to palace maids in private. Although I...have deep respect for you in private, I have never had any inappropriate contact with you."

Liu'er's words were full of determination.

At this time, Zhao Yu took out an exquisite purse and handed it to Liu'er: "Is this purse yours?"

Liu Er took the purse and recognized it at a glance: "Yes, this is mine!"

"Then why did it appear at Ling Chuyun's place?"

Zhao Yu's questions were mixed with confusion.