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

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng frowned. He quickly stepped forward and helped Zhang Xiyue up, his actions full of care and reproach.

He turned to look at Ling Mohui, his voice steady and stern: "If you are dissatisfied with anything, come to me directly. Xiyue is a guest, can you show some of the grace that a mistress of the house should have?"

Every word was as sharp as a knife, pointing directly at Ling Mohui's indifference and rudeness.

However, Ling Mohui did not refute as expected, but unexpectedly agreed, with an indifferent tone but a hint of provocation: "Okay! Since she wants me to go so much, then I will go."

Although her words were calm, the coldness contained in them caused the temperature around them to drop sharply.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back first." Ling Mohui said coldly, then turned and left, leaving behind a resolute back.

Fu Yansheng looked at her back, with a complex emotion in his eyes. In the end, he did not pester her anymore. He just turned to Zhang Xiyue and said earnestly, "Your sister-in-law is not targeting you on purpose. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me. Don't bother her anymore."

After hearing this, Zhang Xiyue felt mixed emotions.

Cousin, is he speaking up for Ling Mo?

It's obviously me who was bullied!

She suppressed her displeasure, but still maintained a gentle look on her face, and responded softly: "Cousin is right, I have taken note of it."

However, when the topic turned to the upcoming Dragon Boat Festival temple fair, Zhang Xiyue's worries once again surfaced.

"It's just that my sister-in-law seems to have misunderstood me. I'm afraid of the Dragon Boat Festival fair..." She hesitated, and the worry in her eyes spread like fog.

Fu Yansheng keenly sensed her uneasiness and replied without hesitation: "I will go with you then."

His promise was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly dispelling the haze in Zhang Xiyue's heart.

"Great!"

……

Ling Mohui returned to the quiet courtyard alone. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty space, seeming particularly lonely.

She walked to the stone table, looked at the exquisite tea set, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the tea set was swept down and smashed to the ground, making a crisp breaking sound.

Porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and the aroma of tea was instantly replaced by the tense atmosphere in the air.

Mo Hua came over after hearing the noise. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but take a breath and quickly comforted her: "Miss, calm down!"

She approached cautiously, speaking soothing words and signaling her servants to quickly clean up the debris on the ground.

"I haven't seen you so angry in a long time. If you don't want to go to the temple fair, then you don't go. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Mo Hua asked in confusion. She knew that Ling Mohui was usually calm and rarely got angry, so her behavior today was very rare.

Ling Mohui snorted coldly upon hearing this, and the chill between her brows became even more severe: "If she is sincere, I will naturally be happy to accompany her. But if she has ulterior motives, don't blame me for being rude."

As she spoke, her gaze was as sharp as an icy blade, staring straight into the distance, as if she could penetrate the courtyard wall and reach the upcoming Dragon Boat Festival temple fair.

Recalling the dispute about the little red horse, Ling Mohui's inner anger spread rapidly like weeds fueled by the wind.

She could no longer tolerate the willful Zhang Xiyue in the slightest.

……

After two sleepless nights, Fu Yansheng seemed to be trapped in an endless whirlpool of thoughts, letting time pass quietly in the silent darkness.

Whenever he tried to close his tired eyes, Ling Mohui's face, as bright and moving as the spring breeze, would appear before his eyes like a dream, deeply touching his heart.

Fu Yansheng has always prided himself on being a man of stone who is not tempted by beauty. However, recently, facing Ling Mohui, he found that his seemingly indestructible heart had quietly become more sensitive and fragile.

His body's instinctive reaction was like a horse running wild, out of control of reason, which made him feel very troubled.

On the early morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, the sun shone through the window onto the bed. Fu Yansheng gently rubbed his furrowed brows and slowly got up from the bed.

Today, the court has granted a holiday, and the entire mansion is immersed in a peaceful festive atmosphere.

"Sir, the young lady has come personally to deliver mugwort to your room." The attendant reported respectfully.

According to the ancient customs of Dayu, on the Dragon Boat Festival, every household needs to place mugwort in the house to symbolize driving away evil spirits and avoiding epidemics and praying for good health.

Ling Mohui had just completed the ritual of giving gifts to her mother-in-law Zhang. When she passed by Fu Yansheng's study, a thought flashed through her mind.

Now that we have come this far, why not send him a Dragon Boat Festival blessing?

Although she expected to be turned away, she decided to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yansheng allowed her to enter the study room which was usually forbidden to others.

Ling Mohui signaled her personal maid Mo Hua to wait outside the door, while she carefully held a bunch of fragrant mugwort and pushed open the door of the study.

At this moment, a ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on her poetically. At that moment, she seemed to have shed all worldly affairs and transformed into a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world, which was breathtaking.

Ling Mo turned around and wore a crimson purple dress with scattered flowers and a Ruyi cloud-like pattern. The patterns on the hem of the skirt danced in the wind, highlighting her captivating charm.

She gently placed the wormwood at the door and said softly, "The wormwood is already there. I won't bother you anymore."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but the moment she took a step, she was stopped by Fu Yansheng's call.

"Wait a minute!" Fu Yansheng's voice was slightly anxious, interrupting her steps.

Ling Mohui was slightly stunned, turned her puzzled eyes to him, and asked softly: "What's the matter again?"

Fu Yansheng said without hesitation, "Help me grind the ink."

Although his tone was calm, it revealed a firmness that brooked no room for argument.

Ling Mohui frowned slightly, complaining: "You have so many servants in your yard, why do you have to trouble me, the one with the least time?"

Having said that, she finally suppressed her displeasure, walked silently to the desk, and began to concentrate on grinding ink for Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng held a document in his hand that needed to be reviewed urgently, but his eyes could not focus.

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Ling Mohui who was grinding ink, and he noticed that the red mark on her neck had faded a lot, leaving only an almost imperceptible faint mark.

Those were the marks left by his own hands. As the "culprit", he had a particularly deep memory of that moment. Every time he recalled it, he seemed to be able to touch the warmth and throbbing under that delicate skin again.

Ling Mohui faced the incident with a nonchalant attitude, as if everything that happened that night had never happened and had not touched her heart in the slightest.

She never asked any further questions, nor did she show any curiosity. This extraordinary calmness made Fu Yansheng's heart surge.

He kept wondering in his mind whether she was really unaware or it was just because of her carefree personality.

Fu Yansheng couldn't suppress his thoughts. The scenes of that night played back in his mind like a movie, with every detail still vivid.