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

As she spoke, Zhang could hardly conceal the relief and pride in her eyes, as if she saw the hope of continuing her family's bloodline was burning.

After Ling Mohui left Zhang's Taoyiyuan, she felt mixed emotions.

She decided to put aside her complicated thoughts for the time being and went out to relax with her personal maid Mo Hua.

Mo Hua knew very well that if what happened last night was leaked, Ling Mo would definitely go to Fu Yansheng to argue with him, which would probably cause an even bigger disturbance, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

"Miss, I heard that the new restaurant in the West Market makes excellent dim sum, especially the lotus seed paste buns, which are sweet but not greasy. Why don't we go and have a try?" Mo Hua was eloquent and made Ling Mohui salivate, so the two of them went there together.

However, fate often works in unexpected ways.

As soon as she stepped into the restaurant, Ling Mohui's eyes were attracted by a familiar and lonely figure in the corner - it was her sister-in-law Ding.

Ding's eyes were slightly red and tears were flashing in them, obviously she had just cried.

She quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, trying her best to maintain her superficial calm, but she could not hide the turmoil in her heart.

Ling Mohui was so smart that she could tell that something was wrong with Ding. She stepped forward and asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?"

Ding forced a smile and tried to remain calm: "It's okay, it's just the wind and sand that blinded me."

Although her words were light, her deliberately suppressed and trembling voice revealed her inner struggle.

Ling Mohui did not ask further questions, but gently suggested: "Sister-in-law, the snacks in this restaurant are really as delicious as the rumors say. Why don't we sit down together and chat while tasting them?"

Ding hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement, and the two of them walked hand in hand into the depths of the restaurant.

Inside Shixiangju, there was a dazzling array of exquisite dim sum filled with fragrance, and the tea was sweet and refreshing. Comforted by the delicious food, Ding's mood seemed to ease, and her tense face gradually relaxed.

After Ding was enjoying the food, Ling Mohui asked again in a concerned voice: "Sister-in-law, do you have any difficulties? You may as well tell me, maybe I can help."

Mrs. Ding stared at the teacup in her hand for a long time. She sighed softly, her voice low and bitter: "Mohui, your brother has another woman outside."

As soon as these words were spoken, the silence in the restaurant was instantly broken and the secret hidden deep in Ding's heart was revealed.

When Ling Mohui heard this, her brows unconsciously frowned, and the past that was sealed in the original work slowly unfolded in her mind.

That was the moment when a subtle rift began to appear between the couple Ding and Han Moqing. After learning the news, the original owner blindly favored his brother and turned a blind eye to right and wrong.

This impulsive and blind behavior pierced Ding's gentle and fragile heart like a sharp knife, causing the originally harmonious family relationship to suddenly cool down.

It was not until the heroine Ling Zhiyun went through many twists and turns, revealed the truth behind the incident, and cleared up the misunderstanding between the brother and sister-in-law, that Ding was completely relieved and from then on wholeheartedly supported and stood by Ling Zhiyun.

Looking back now, the original owner's miserable ending was undoubtedly caused by his own short-sightedness and paranoia.

"Sister-in-law, how did you become aware of this situation?" Ling Mo replied in a gentle voice, continuing to explore the whole story.

Mrs. Ding gently wiped away the tears from her eyes. Although her heart was still in turmoil, her tone had become calmer: "It was a quiet night. I was sorting his clothes. Unintentionally, a delicate handkerchief slipped from his sleeve quietly. On it were the words 'Man Yun' embroidered on it."

"Man Yun" is a name that is almost known to everyone in the circle of dignitaries. She is a shining pearl in the Beijing folk art circle.

However, Ding added a heavy sigh to her words: "If it was an ordinary girl, maybe I could barely accept it, but Man Yun happened to be a girl from a brothel in the mortal world. Although our Ding family is not a royal family, it is also a well-known and wealthy family. How can we tolerate a man in our family having an affair with a brothel girl and let the family suffer such a shame? Even if I have to endure the humiliation, I must uphold the dignity of this family."

Ding came from a prominent family. Her every move showed the dignity and elegance of a lady from a noble family. The pride running in her bones made her intolerant of such things. This was undoubtedly human nature and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Sister-in-law, leave this matter to me. I will find out the truth for you. If my brother has indeed done something wrong to you, the General's Mansion will definitely not let him off lightly. But if there is another hidden story, please let it go and just pretend that it never happened." Ling Mo replied firmly, with determination flashing in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Ding's eyes: "Are you really willing to investigate Man Yun for me? You know, she is from Zi Yan Tower. As the wife of the Prime Minister, if you are involved, it will probably have a significant impact on your reputation..."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I know what I'm doing." Ling Mohui gently patted the back of Ding's hand, her words full of soothing power.

He knew that matters between Ding and his brother needed to be resolved as soon as possible, and delaying would only cause the conflict to snowball.

Now that the matter has been made clear today, Ling Mohui decided to make a quick resolution.

She left the cozy Shixiangju and hurried towards the clothing store on the street.

Soon, she had changed into a smart set of men's clothes, looking heroic and without any affectation.

"Without further delay, let's go to Zi Yan Tower now." Ling Mo turned around with a sharp gaze and a firm tone. Thus began a journey of investigation concerning the family's reputation and the relationship between husband and wife.

At this moment, the sun has climbed to the center of the sky, shining golden light all over the city, and the bustling city is in full swing.

Zi Yan Tower, this elegant place famous in Beijing, has opened its vermilion gate to welcome guests from all over the world.

Ling Mo turned around with a graceful figure, her veil fluttering, like a white lotus as she stepped into the threshold.

And just behind her, a familiar figure followed closely, it was Fu Yansheng.

"Today you will be meeting with Prince Chu. You must guard the door strictly. No outsiders, not even a bird, are allowed to step beyond the limit." Fu Yansheng's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.

When Ling Mohui heard the voice, she was shocked and wondered if she had heard it wrong.

She turned to look at the source of the sound, and suddenly saw the familiar face that she had been avoiding. She was so frightened that she almost screamed.

In order to avoid being noticed by Fu Yansheng, Ling Mohui thought quickly and hurriedly raised the exquisitely carved folding fan in her hand to cleverly cover half of her face.

She signaled with her eyes to Mo Hua beside her, and the two of them had a tacit understanding, as if they had practiced it thousands of times.

Mo Hua hesitated slightly, and her eyes happened to meet Fu Yansheng's. At that moment, her heart beat as wildly as thunder.

She thought her disguise had been seen through, but Fu Yansheng's gaze only lingered on her for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened, obviously not having recognized her identity.