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

She imitated his tone in an exaggerated way in protest.

Fu Yansheng frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "You, woman, are so vulgar."

Ling Mohui disagreed. She curled her lips and looked righteous: "What? Men can linger in red-light districts to seek excitement, but it is a sin for us women to read a book quietly? Is this what you men call fairness?"

Fu Yansheng's face became increasingly gloomy. He suppressed the irritability that was surging in his chest and shouted coldly, "You are being unreasonable."

His eyes fell on her bright red lips, and the waves in his heart were stirred again, making him waver.

In the end, Fu Yansheng chose to back down. He loosened his clenched fists, turned his back, and said in a cold and resolute tone: "Forget it, go away. Remember, don't break into my study room at night again."

When Ling Mohui heard this, she felt a little secretly happy. She carefully put her beloved book into her arms, walked out of the study room briskly, her face filled with irrepressible joy.

Returning to Bailingxuan, Ling Mohui impatiently threw herself into the soft bed, lit the oil lamp on the bedside, and prepared to enjoy the pleasure of reading alone in this quiet night.

She was completely focused, immersed in the words, until late at night, when the solitary lamp still flickered with a faint but firm light.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the window lattice, awakening all sleeping things, but it could not wake up Ling Mohui who was immersed in her dream.

The two personal maids took turns calling her, but no matter how they called, Ling Mohui remained motionless, as if she was trapped in a dream that she could not escape.

Mo Qi looked at the motionless young lady on the bed with suspicion, then turned to Mo Hua and complained, "What on earth did the young lady do last night? She wouldn't wake up no matter how hard we called her. It's really a headache."

Mo Hua chuckled and shook her head, as if she had known everything. "What else could she do? She must have stayed up late reading some idle books. The maid on duty last night told me that the light in the young lady's room was not turned off until the second half of the night. It's easy to guess what she was doing."

When Mo Qi heard this, he immediately became interested and asked with shining eyes: "What kind of book is it? It is so fascinating that even our young lady is reluctant to put it down. I want to take a look too."

Mo Hua glanced at her and poked her forehead in a serious tone: "Little girl, don't be too curious. Some things are not something you can just look at casually."

Although her tone was stern, there was a hint of mischief in her eyes, and she was obviously amused by Ling Mohui's behavior.

"Have you seen it?" There was an eager light in Mo Qi's eyes. She stared at Mo Hua with an anxious look as if she couldn't wait to find out what was going on.

Seeing this, Mo Hua curled up a smug smile and gently shook the book in his hand. The cover of the book was exactly the same as the one that Miss Ling Mohui was reading, but it looked a little old, obviously because it had been read too many times.

"I put in a lot of effort and secretly saved up a lot of pocket money to buy it." Mo Hua lowered his voice, his eyes full of pride.

"Speaking of which, our young lady is really open-minded. Look at those hypocritical scholars out there, who talk about 'benevolence, righteousness, and morality' all the time, and look righteous, but they visit brothels more frequently than ordinary people. Unlike our young lady, although she is a boudoir girl, she dares to break the shackles of the world and indulges in these idle books. It's really rare."

After listening to this, Mo Qi secretly admired the author and at the same time, he also felt a strong desire to read.

She silently made a promise in her heart that when she had more money, she would buy a similar book to read and experience its charm for herself.

Ling Mohui was completely unaware of all this.

Little did she know that her staying up late to read had caused quite a stir among the maids. They discussed the matter privately and each was thinking about how to emulate the young lady and save money to buy the same book.

What is even more unexpected is that even Ling Mohui's mother-in-law, Zhang, the usually serious and dignified mistress of a wealthy family, also quietly bought two copies of the same book.

Perhaps, beneath that serious appearance, Zhang also has a heart that yearns for freedom.

On this day, Fu Yansheng originally planned to visit his own farm, but the weather was not good. The sky was covered with dark clouds and raindrops as big as beans fell in an instant, wetting the stone road in front of the door and disrupting his schedule.

In desperation, he had to put his plan on hold temporarily and wait for the storm to pass.

Near noon, the sky finally cleared up, the sun shone through the gaps in the clouds onto the earth, and the air was filled with the scent of moist earth.

Ling Mohui sat in the corridor, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand and cracking them leisurely.

"Miss, Madam invites you to have lunch in the restaurant. Your son-in-law happens to be at home today, so Madam has specially instructed the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes." Mo Hua walked over and reported respectfully.

Ling Mohui knew that Zhang's actions were simply to have a grandson as soon as possible, and she always tried her best to match her with Fu Yansheng.

But at this moment, Ling Mohui felt an inexplicable resistance at the thought of having a meal with Fu Yansheng at the same table. Her stomach seemed to be churning and it was unbearable.

Despite this, Ling Mohui still suppressed her discomfort, got up and walked towards the restaurant.

She understood that this was the etiquette that she had to follow as a daughter-in-law, and no matter how much she resisted in her heart, she had to do her best on the surface.

When Ling Mohui walked into the restaurant, she saw Zhang talking to Fu Yansheng, but Fu Yansheng's face was unusually gloomy, and he was obviously worried about something.

Ling Mohui thought to herself that she had been staying in the courtyard recently and had not had any contact with the outside world. She thought that this troublesome matter had nothing to do with her.

However, just as Ling Mohui sat down at her seat, Fu Yansheng suddenly spoke with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone: "Ling Mohui, it's your masterpiece again."

After hearing this, Ling Mohui was suddenly confused and asked, "How did I offend you?"

Fu Yansheng frowned, seeming to be embarrassed about what to say next: "It's your... the female general dotes on her little husband..."

He paused here deliberately, as if just mentioning the title of the book made him feel embarrassed, and his cheeks blushed slightly.

Ling Mohui was even more confused when she heard this, and she had no idea what was going on: "What's going on? What happened?"

She thought to herself, can't the title of the book be mentioned normally?

Wouldn't it be embarrassing for her to cover up like this?

"Do you know that the maids in the mansion each have a copy of this book now?" Fu Yansheng's face turned pale, his eyes as sharp as arrows, pointing directly at his wife Ling Mohui who was sitting opposite him.

His words were filled with undisguised anger and severity, as if every word was so powerful that it shook the air slightly. "This is simply corrupting the moral character!"