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

Fu Yansheng raised a faint smile and replied helplessly, "Well, it's because my cousin couldn't let go of the first prize and kept begging me to help her win it back. As her cousin, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in person to see if I could fulfill her wish with the help of the goddess of luck."

Ling Mohui listened to Fu Yansheng's explanation, and the emotional context hidden between the words gradually became clear.

She suddenly realized that the reason he made such a decision was because he identified that the silver hairpin was the wedding gift he had carefully selected, but now he was willing to use it as a prize for the competition to meet Zhang Xiyue's expectations.

Ling Mohui resolutely put down the cards in her hand and turned her eyes to the polo match that was about to begin.

Fu Yansheng spurred his horse and waved the whip, making it almost hard to believe that this was the work of an official who had been busy with paperwork all year round.

In comparison, Zhang Xiyue, who was competing with him, seemed awkward.

As the competition progressed, Fu Yansheng's agile figure attracted everyone, especially the ladies.

"If he hadn't already started a family, I would have been tempted to marry him!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Mo could only smile bitterly and shake her head.

The joy of having him was like a dream, but now facing his indifference and alienation, the pain is like a knife cutting into my heart.

Just as Ling Mohui was immersed in the whirlpool of thoughts, Wei Ruoming's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Ling Mohui, don't just watch the fun, come play polo with me!"

She hurriedly made an excuse: "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I won't bother you, Your Highness."

However, Wei Ruoming did not back down. He smiled heartily and said comfortingly, "It's okay. Just accompany me through the formalities. If a fight really breaks out, leave it to me. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Yuan Fangfang said eagerly, "Mohui, since the prince has begged me so much, please give him a chance for his sake and let everyone see your peak showdown with Fu Yansheng."

Ling Mohui then noticed that not only Yuan Fangfang, but also many spectators around her had eyes filled with eager anticipation for this contest.

The curiosity and gossip of those people surged towards Ling Mohui like an invisible pressure, making her shake her head and smile bitterly. Human nature was really a headache!

She took a deep breath, suppressed her inner resistance, resolutely mounted the horse, and stepped into the arena.

When she appeared in everyone's sight, she clearly captured that Fu Yansheng's originally calm gaze froze in an instant, piercing people's hearts.

The horses under Wei Ruoming and Fu Yansheng were like arrows that had broken free from their reins.

However, the situation on Ling Mohui and Zhang Xiyue's side was quite different. Neither of them was an expert in polo.

Especially Ling Mohui, whose riding skills pale in comparison with Zhang Xiyue's. The two of them are more like strollers who have mistakenly entered the battlefield.

Zhang Xiyue smiled slyly, fixed her eyes on Ling Mohui, and said bluntly: "Sister-in-law, since you no longer value that silver hairpin, why don't you generously give it to me? I think it will be better treasured in my hands."

Ling Mohui heard this with a normal expression, "You know it belongs to me, but you don't know that it would be uncomfortable to have something used by others returned to you?"

Her words were like icicles in the cold wind, piercing Zhang Xiyue's vanity.

However, Zhang Xiyue did not back down. Instead, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. "As long as it is related to my cousin, I will treasure it. I have absolutely no intention of being offended."

Her words revealed her almost obsessive dedication to Fu Yansheng, which made Ling Mohui sigh inwardly.

Zhang Xiyue's move might just be to show her presence in front of Fu Yansheng and gain his attention.

However, Fu Yansheng gave the gift to her to Zhang Xiyue, which was undoubtedly a blatant insult in Ling Mohui's view.

At this moment, the anger and unwillingness in Ling Mohui's heart burned like a raging fire. She gripped the whip tightly and swung it hard, with the tip of the whip hitting the horse's buttocks hard.

The horse neighed in pain and galloped away.

Ling Mohui felt dizzy during the violent bumps, but with her extraordinary intelligence and the fragments of the original owner's memory, she quickly adjusted her state and gradually mastered the trick of controlling this wild horse.

Just when Fu Yansheng was sprinting at full speed, determined to win, Ling Mohui skillfully controlled the horse and accurately blocked in front of him.

Fu Yansheng was caught off guard and had to pull the reins quickly. When his horse was about to hit Ling Mohui's carriage, it abruptly stopped its galloping pace, and the tip of its raised hoof almost brushed Ling Mohui's cheek.

Fu Yansheng was furious, his eyes widened, and he shouted sternly: "Ling Mohui, you are deliberately looking for trouble and deliberately breaking the rules of the game!"

Facing Fu Yansheng's accusation, Ling Mohui's face was as cold as ice: "Fu Yansheng, I tell you clearly that I will never allow you to win the silver hairpin that represents my dignity. You'd better choose to admit defeat wisely now, otherwise, as long as I am here, every time I see you, I will stop you once, without mercy!"

Fu Yansheng's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, "Didn't you give it away yourself? Why are you suddenly concerned about who it belongs to now?"

Ling Mo responded to his provocation with a calm but firm tone, "Anyone can have it, except you, Fu Yansheng."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's face became even gloomier, and he snorted coldly, "Oh? I can't do it, but Wei Ruoming can do it, right?"

Before Ling Mo could speak, the audience suddenly erupted in deafening cheers: "The prince won!"

The cheers were like a wild tide, sweeping across the entire stadium in an instant, temporarily drowning out the confrontation between the two.

The cool spring breeze blew gently, and Ling Mohui's long black hair fluttered with it. A few strands of hair playfully brushed across her cheeks, making her pretty face look even more stubborn.

The ink-colored brocade robe on Fu Yansheng was rustling in the wind, and the wide hem was blown up by the wind.

Ling Mohui no longer got entangled in meaningless verbal disputes. She focused her eyes and decisively urged her mount, and the red horse galloped out like an arrow.

Under the best-of-three format, Fu Yansheng's side was clearly at a disadvantage.

During the intermission, Ling Mohui slowly walked to her little red horse.

This horse is dark red in color, with shiny fur and snow-white hooves. It is the favorite of the original owner, carefully selected and meticulously trained.

It has a gentle temperament and is extremely intelligent, with a pair of bright big eyes that seem to be able to see through its owner's mind.

Ling Mohui gently stroked the silky mane on the horse's neck.

Yuan Fangfang walked quickly to Ling Mohui with a curious look on her face and asked, "Mohui, what did you say to the Prime Minister just now? You two both look unhappy. What happened?"

In the eyes of others, if Ling Mohui had not obstructed him halfway, Fu Yansheng could have won easily.