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

Mo Hua secretly felt fortunate, thinking that it was because she had carefully disguised herself as a man and was so deceptive that she was able to deceive this shrewd son-in-law.

If Fu Yansheng knew that she accompanied Ling Mohui to such a romantic place, her life would be in danger.

Ling Mohui and Mo Hua moved quickly and disappeared in the bustling crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Sir, Prince Chu has been waiting in the private room for a long time. Why did you suddenly stop?" Mo Yi followed closely behind Fu Yansheng, his face full of confusion, scratching his head and asking in confusion.

He followed Fu Yansheng's gaze, but saw only a crowd of people moving forward, nothing unusual.

Fu Yansheng stood with his hands behind his back, his face as cold as frost, the chill between his brows seemed to be able to freeze the air around him: "Ling Mo is back."

Although the words were light, they were like a hammer hitting Mo Yi's heart.

"Ah? The young lady is here too? Where is she? Are they here to arrest you?" Mo Yi became nervous upon hearing the voice, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

He clearly remembered that the young lady had staged such a "husband-catching saga" many times, and each time it made Fu Yansheng extremely embarrassed and furious.

If another disturbance were to occur here today, it would be a complete loss of face and a disgrace to us.

"She's not looking for me." Fu Yansheng looked deep in the distance at the direction where Ling Mohui disappeared. Judging from Mo Hua's reaction just now, Ling Mohui's target was obviously someone else.

Mo Yi blurted out: "Did the young lady change her target?"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if he was in an ice cellar.

He looked up and saw his master staring at him coldly with those bottomless eyes. The chillness contained in those eyes made Mo Yi shiver uncontrollably.

Mo Yi's unintentional speculation accurately touched the most sensitive nerve in Fu Yansheng's heart.

He had a blank expression on his face, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse: "Send someone to secretly keep an eye on her."

After he finished speaking, he strode away resolutely, leaving Mo Yi standing there in a daze, secretly wondering in his heart when this cat-and-mouse game between his master and the young lady would ever truly come to an end.

Ling Mohui slowly stepped into a luxuriously decorated box. Everywhere she looked, the walls were covered with paintings of various shapes, each of which seemed to contain a fascinating story.

At the deepest part of the box, there is a large and comfortable bed, with luxurious curtains hanging gently, creating an almost luxurious private space.

Ling Mohui couldn't help but shake her head and sighed: "Tsk tsk, these days, these stinky men are really living like fish in water, enjoying themselves endlessly."

"Hey, sir, what are you mumbling about there?" The madam approached with a seductive step, a professional smile on her face, and her eyes shrewdly looked at Ling Mohui.

Ling Mo came back to her senses and responded calmly: "Nothing, go inform your boss, I want to see Manyun."

Upon hearing this, the madam replied with a fake smile: "Sir, you know that Manyun is our top courtesan. Not every guest can easily see her."

Ling Mohui raised her eyebrows slightly and gave a calm look to Mo Hua beside her.

Mo Hua understood what he meant, and with a flip of his wrist, a stack of brand new silver bills appeared in his hand, shining with silver light, reflecting the greedy eyes of the madam.

"Are these enough?" Mo Hua's tone was calm, but his words left no room for doubt.

The madam glanced at the stack of banknotes. Although she said nothing, the light in her eyes was obviously shaken.

Seeing this, Mo Hua curled his lips slightly and calmly added a few silver bills. The amount was so large that it was shocking.

“This…” The madam’s face suddenly lit up with smiles, and the wrinkles on her face became a ball. “That’s enough! Sir, please wait a moment. I will go and call Manyun to come.”

Soon, the carved wooden door of the box was gently pushed open, and a woman in a pink dress walked in.

She had a pretty and elegant face, skin as white as jade, and a temperament as pure and unworldly as a lotus. She was totally out of place in this noisy place, making it hard to believe that she was here.

Despite this, Ling Mohui secretly compared them in her heart and felt that Manyun's beauty and temperament were still slightly inferior to Ding's.

No matter how foolish her brother is, he wouldn't be easily seduced by such beauty, right?

"Come, play a tune for me, sing a song." Ling Mohui sat down leisurely, crossing her legs elegantly, looking relaxed and contented.

"Yes, sir." Manyun bowed and saluted, then walked slowly to the piano platform. Her slender hands gently stroked the strings. In an instant, a clear and lively sound of the piano like spring water flowed in the box.

Then, her singing voice was as smooth as silk and like the sound of fairies, accompanied by the sound of the piano, just like a beautiful woman whispering in her ear, telling stories of the past.

The sound of the piano and the singing intertwined, like a poem or a dream, which made Ling Mohui immersed in it and fascinated for a moment.

"Are you usually so gentle to other men?" Ling Mohui asked with interest when the sound of the piano gradually died down.

Upon hearing this, Manyun covered her mouth and chuckled. The sound of her laughter was as clear and pleasant as pearls falling on a jade plate: "Young Master really loves to joke. As people in this line of work, how can we not greet every guest with a smile?"

However, Ling Mohui was not fooled by her coquettish appearance. Instead, he stared into her eyes and said seriously, "But I see that you are indeed a little different from others. There is a purity in your eyes that others do not have, without those worldly distractions and desires."

When Manyun heard this, a hint of subtle cunning flashed across her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. She smiled and replied, "Sir, you are too kind. I just try my best to do my duty and satisfy every guest."

After she finished speaking, her eyes moved and she gave Ling Mo a meaningful smile.

Ling Mohui's heart was rippled as she secretly guessed the sincerity and warmth revealed in Manyun's words.

Ling Mohui couldn't help but wonder, were Man Yun's words from the bottom of his heart, or were they just a cleverly woven emotional trap?

If it is the former, then one's identity may have been quietly exposed.

If it is the latter, Manyun is undoubtedly a master who understands people's hearts and is good at controlling emotions.

Despite her troubled thoughts, Ling Mohui remained calm on the surface and responded calmly, "Miss Manyun, you are too kind. I have something important to do today. I will definitely come to listen to your music another day."

After she finished speaking, she stood up gently, her sleeves fluttering slightly, bringing up a wisp of breeze, and prepared to leave.

However, just as this delicate atmosphere was about to dissipate, an unexpected scene suddenly took place.

Manyun seemed to be unsteady on her feet, her body swayed, and she lost balance in an instant, falling straight in the direction of Ling Mohui.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui instinctively stretched out her hands, trying to steady her body that was about to fall.

The cloud was like a graceful falling wild goose, landing lightly and accurately into Ling Mohui's arms.