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

Ling Mohui was stunned by this sudden accusation. Her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, full of innocence and confusion. "Ah? I read the book behind closed doors. I never encouraged the maids to read it."

In a weak voice, she tried to explain her innocence.

However, when she realized that her private hobby was no longer a secret and had become a hot topic among everyone in the house, she couldn't help feeling helpless and embarrassed.

At this moment, she didn't even know what expression to use. She just felt her cheeks slightly hot and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

What was even more surprising was that her mother-in-law Zhang, who was sitting next to her, had a face that was even redder than hers.

Zhang's usually dignified and kind face was now flushed with embarrassment, as if some unspeakable secret had been exposed.

She hurriedly tried to smooth things over, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, "Yan Sheng, it's just a small matter, don't take it too seriously, at worst you can just not watch it anymore."

However, Fu Yansheng did not soften his attitude, but his expression became even colder.

"Mo Yi!" He called out harshly, with an unquestionable determination in his tone.

Mo Yi, who was standing nearby, heard the voice and immediately stepped forward quickly.

"Bring people to search the mansion. Bring all the books like 'The Female General's Beloved Little Husband' to me."

Fu Yansheng's words were cold and hit everyone's heart hard.

Mo Yi accepted the order, turned around and left, leaving the room in silence.

The three of them sat quietly but had no appetite. Fu Yansheng was still as cold as ice. Ling Mohui and Zhang both looked embarrassed and felt anxious.

Time passed slowly in the depressing atmosphere until Mo Yi hurriedly returned with a group of servants, holding stacks of various books in their hands. It was obvious that the search of the mansion was quite fruitful.

He presented the books one by one, reporting: "These were found in the maids' rooms."

His eyes then fell on another pile of even larger books, and a hint of subtle embarrassment appeared in his voice, "This was found... in the young lady's room."

He pointed at the mountain of idle books and revealed the truth without any hesitation.

Ling Mo looked back at the familiar pile of books in front of her, then at the pile next to it that was taller than hers. She couldn't help but laugh. She cleared her throat and asked calmly, "What...what is that?"

She tried to defuse the sudden storm in a relaxed manner.

Mo Yi hesitated, a trace of embarrassment flashing across his brows: "This, I found it in Taoyiyuan, which is the Madam's room."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall fell into silence. Only Ling Mohui stared with eyes wide open, looking at her mother-in-law Zhang in disbelief.

The latter now lowered his head, his cheeks flushed, like a student who had made a mistake and had nowhere to hide.

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, his face burning, obviously shocked by his mother's behavior.

He called out helplessly: "Mother, you..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang.

Zhang's face was filled with guilt, and she said softly, "Son, I promise I will never do this again."

However, Ling Mohui could not stand her husband's harsh criticism of her mother-in-law. She stood up and defended Zhang: "You men are out there making a living, so of course you don't know how bored the women in the house are. Now you are depriving me of even this little entertainment. How will my mother, who rarely goes out, live in the future?"

She spoke sharply and argued her case, vowing to win this rare pleasure for her mother-in-law.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's face suddenly darkened. He responded coldly, "You knowingly committed the crime and still made excuses. You can't change this old habit."

His tone was full of dissatisfaction with Ling Mohui's challenge to authority and disappointment with his mother's behavior.

The ancestor of the Fu family passed away a long time ago. Over the years, Zhang has supported the family alone and managed all the affairs in the family in an orderly manner without any omissions.

It is really puzzling that Fu Yansheng is making such a fuss about such a trivial matter.

"Ah, it's just some trivial matters, Mohui, please don't mention it again."

Zhang looked worried and hurried to mediate.

In this mansion, ever since Fu Yansheng ascended to the position of Prime Minister, his authority has been as unshakable as a rock. What he says is the law and no one dares to go against his will. Even the mistress Zhang, who is wise and righteous, cannot shake his decision in the slightest.

Ling Mohui knew that it was useless to argue with Fu Yansheng, so she could only sigh and say, "I have said this much, it's up to you to decide how to deal with it."

After saying this, she straightened her back, her skirt swaying slightly, and left gracefully without looking back, leaving the dining room in silence.

Fu Yansheng's face turned livid, and his cold gaze seemed to freeze the air: "Mo Yi! Take that thing to me and burn it immediately!"

"Yes, sir." Mo Yi accepted the order respectfully and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the porch.

Ling Mohui was furious and hurried back to Bailingxuan. As soon as she stepped in, she went straight to the table, grabbed a pair of scissors, and waved them wildly at the branches of flowers on the table. The branches and leaves flew everywhere and fell like rain.

She murmured a curse: "Fu Yansheng, you are a stubborn, self-righteous, arrogant and rude guy!"

"Young lady..." The maid Mo Qi approached cautiously, wanting to say something but stopping herself, obviously worried about angering Ling Mohui, who was out of control at the moment.

Ling Mo raised her knife and the scissors slashed a cold light in the air. She said sternly, "If you have something to say, say it now!"

"My son-in-law..." Mo Qi's voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously afraid of Ling Mohui's anger.

"Get him out!" Ling Mohui interrupted rudely, the anger burning in her eyes seemed to set the whole room on fire.

At this moment, whenever she thought of Fu Yansheng, she became furious and could not calm down.

After a while, Ling Mohui gradually calmed down. She threw down the scissors and fell tiredly on the chaise longue. Her long hair scattered like a waterfall on the gorgeous quilt.

Mo Hua stepped into the room, his eyes fell on the branches that had been cut into pieces and scattered all over the ground. He couldn't help but shudder, secretly feeling terrified at his girl's thundering rage.

"Miss, the prince sent someone to deliver an invitation letter." Mo Hua lowered his voice and reported respectfully.

"Wei Ruoming?" Ling Mohui was a little surprised. She raised her slender hand and gestured to present the ink painting.

When I opened the invitation, it turned out to be an invitation to a polo match.

The original owner was an expert in polo during his lifetime. He participated in the competition every year and was famous far and wide.

However, Ling Mohui currently knows nothing about this, and if she gets involved rashly, she might be exposed.

Just as she was thinking hard about how to decline, Mo Hua added, "It is said that after the polo match, Miss Yuan is planning a peaceful card game, and many young men and women from the capital will be there."

Hearing this, Ling Mohui's eyes instantly flashed with excitement.

Although I can’t immerse myself in the world of novels, playing cards is a good pastime.