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

At that time, she would find an excuse to avoid the polo field and let Yuan Fangfang help her cover up. Presumably, others would not ask too many questions.

The urge to play cards came to her mind, and Ling Mohui decisively told Mo Hua: "Tell the prince that I will be there on time."

Mo Hua took the order and left, and Mo Qi happened to pass by at this time and overheard fragments of the conversation.

She stopped and concentrated, trying to grasp more information. Only after Mo Hua left did Mo Qi slowly relax his frown and said to himself in surprise, "The girl actually accepted the prince's invitation to go watch the polo match?"

"Yes." Mo Hua's voice came from not far away, obviously noticing Mo Qi's abnormality.

She took a few steps back, walked closer to Moqi, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Mo Qi hesitated for a moment, his worry evident in his words: "Young lady just rejected the invitation of the son-in-law, but now she has accepted the invitation of the prince. Although they are both watching the same polo match, shouldn't she be more careful in choosing who to go with?"

There was deep concern in her words.

At this moment, in the streets and alleys of the capital, rumors about Ling Mohui and Fu Yansheng had already spread like a plague, penetrating every pore.

Mo Qi was well aware of the power of public opinion. She was afraid that Ling Mohui's move would further stir up the frenzy of public opinion, making those malicious speculations and accusations burn even more fiercely.

Mo Hua heard this and calmly analyzed, "You know what the girl is thinking. No matter how harsh the comments from the outside world are, she will not compromise for her son-in-law."

In Mo Hua's eyes, Ling Mohui was completely disappointed with Fu Yansheng's indifference and ruthlessness.

Now, Ling Mohui has chosen to break free from her shackles and pursue herself. As her personal maid, Mo Hua, seeing how much pain she has endured for a long time, naturally would not persuade her to return to that depressing life.

"Everything will be done according to the girl's wishes." Mo Hua's words were firm and revealed his firm determination.

The day of the polo match finally arrived. It happened to be a holiday in Beijing, and the whole city seemed to be boiling with excitement for this grand event.

The dignitaries and celebrities dressed up and flocked to the Princess's Mansion in an endless stream. The bustling and noisy scene seemed to fill the air with joy and anticipation.

Ling Mo turned around, wearing an elegant brocade dress, and walked out of the carriage holding a gold-plated invitation letter written by Wei Ruoming himself.

The sunlight shines on her beautiful face, casting a faint halo. Her quiet and indifferent temperament forms a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle around her.

At this moment, her eyes met with Fu Yansheng and Zhang Xiyue's.

When Zhang Xiyue saw Ling Mohui, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, then she quickly adjusted her expression and smiled as she stepped forward, "Sister-in-law, I didn't expect you to be here too?"

At the same time, Yuan Jiacheng and Zou Boyuan in the distance also noticed Fu Yansheng's figure. They walked over quickly and greeted him enthusiastically.

Yuan Jiacheng asked casually, "Yan Sheng, didn't you say a few days ago that your sister-in-law didn't have time to attend the polo match? Why did you come together today?"

Ling Mohui did not avoid the question. She responded frankly, her voice clear and resolute: "I did not come with him, but accepted the prince's invitation alone."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Yansheng's handsome brows were instantly frowned, and a barely perceptible anger flashed across his handsome face.

He thought to himself that this woman, no matter when and where, always looked aggressive, and always acted and spoke so recklessly, with no regard for other people's face.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jiacheng immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and the awkward smile on his face froze a little.

He thought quickly and said, "Oh, that's why! I remember that the polo match is hosted by the Princess's Mansion every year. The prince gave two extra invitations to show his respect. This is indeed a common situation."

He cleverly used words to defuse the awkward atmosphere and also found a reasonable explanation for Ling Mohui's appearance.

Fu Yansheng did not speak, but the air around him seemed to freeze in an instant.

His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, yet concealed the power of thunder, making everyone present feel the pressure doubled.

Zhang Xiyue's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her originally expectant eyes were now filled with shock and disappointment.

She finally understood that her cousin's invitation to her to watch the polo event was not out of special love for her, but a temporary solution after Ling Mohui declined.

This realization was like a sharp ice spike piercing her heart, causing waves of bitterness in her heart.

At the same time, Ling Mohui walked gracefully into the arena, but before she could stand still, Wei Ruoming pulled her to the edge of the crowd.

He loudly announced to everyone: "Everyone, allow me to reintroduce you. This is my savior, Ling Mohui."

Ling Mohui was slightly stunned, then responded with a slightly awkward smile.

She thought to herself that Wei Ruoming's move was too high-profile. You have to know that the two of them were once enemies, but now they have turned from enemies to friends, and are even close. This change is enough to attract attention.

However, looking around, Wei Ruoming's friends did not show much surprise. It seemed that the rumors about them in the outside world had already spread like wildfire.

Perhaps those exaggerated rumors are a hundred times more exciting than the real them.

In the capital, those rich kids who love gossiping are the best at making up stories and using other people's private affairs as topics for after-dinner conversation.

Ling Mohui knew very well that the rumors circulating in the community at the moment were probably far from the facts, and were even exaggerated to the point of being ridiculous.

She took it indifferently, and Wei Ruoming, who had a similar temperament to her, also turned a deaf ear to such gossip.

The surrounding gazes were like dense arrows, directed at the two of them, filled with speculation, envy, and jealousy.

However, Wei Ruoming and Ling Mohui seemed to stay out of the matter. No matter how others explored and speculated, they always maintained their unique calmness and composure.

Fortunately, this delicate stalemate did not last long. A crisp voice dispelled the solemn atmosphere like a spring breeze.

"Mohui, come and play cards!" Yuan Fangfang hurried over, took Ling Mohui's arm, her tone full of anticipation and excitement.

She was obviously still thinking about the card game in the bamboo forest last time and was eager to compete with Ling Mohui again.

Seeing this, Wei Ruoming's face flashed with displeasure: "Today is a polo match. Ling Mohui has already agreed to fight alongside me. How can you butt in on the action?"

His eyes were fixed on Ling Mohui, and the strength in his hands increased a little.

Yuan Fangfang showed no sign of weakness. She snorted and retorted, "Since the battle in the bamboo forest, Mohui and I haven't had a good exchange of card skills!"

As she spoke, she also tightly grasped Ling Mohui's other arm, forming a tug of war with Wei Ruoming.

Ling Mohui was troubled by this sudden dispute and was in a dilemma.

She looked at the scene helplessly, trying to resolve this meaningless fight.