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

The carriage moved slowly forward amid the bustling crowd and finally stopped at a street corner near the temple fair.

Ling Mo looked back and happened to see Fu Yansheng and Zhang Xiyue not far away also getting ready.

Zhang Xiyue was wearing a long green dress. She took the initiative to walk towards Ling Mohui's carriage and said softly, "Sister-in-law, I know that my presence has caused troubles in your life and affected your relationship with your cousin. Please believe me, after tonight, I will take the initiative to ask my cousin to go back to Huazhi's hometown and no longer disturb your life."

As she spoke, Zhang Xiyue's eyes flashed with sincere apology and determination.

When Ling Mo heard this, a cold arc appeared at the corner of her lips, like ice across the water, leaving only a hint of sarcasm: "I hope you can do what you say and don't let me down again."

Although the words were soft, each one was like a needle, piercing through the calm that Zhang Xiyue tried hard to maintain.

The carriage stopped steadily on the bustling temple fair street. Ling Mohui couldn't wait to push open the door and was instantly attracted by the prosperous scene before her.

There are stalls on both sides of the street, selling a wide variety of goods.

The crowd was shoulder to shoulder, and laughter was heard everywhere. She had no time to wait for Fu Yansheng and Zhang Xiyue. She took her two maids, Mo Hua and Mo Qi, and plunged into the surging crowd.

"Ling Mohui, don't walk too fast, be careful not to get lost!" Fu Yansheng's anxious voice sounded behind him. He was about to ride his horse to chase after her, but Zhang Xiyue behind him grabbed his sleeve.

"Cousin, wait for me!" Zhang Xiyue's tone was a little coquettish and helpless. She was obviously a little at a loss in this noisy environment.

Fu Yansheng looked at Zhang Xiyue's pitiful appearance, and his heart softened. He could only shake his head helplessly, and signaled the guard Mo Yi beside him to follow Ling Mohui closely. He slowed down his pace, patiently accompanied Zhang Xiyue, and walked through the crowded crowd.

The crowd gathered in front of a magnificent stage, where a man in a black robe was performing a solemn and mysterious ceremony.

He held a staff in his hand and muttered something, and an invisible force seemed to flow quietly in the air.

The people in the audience had solemn expressions, put their hands together, and prayed devoutly, asking the gods to grant them the beautiful vision of living in peace.

Ling Mohui was also infected by the solemn atmosphere. She closed her eyes, folded her hands in front of her chest, and silently made a wish: she hoped that the gods could help her break free from the shackles of fate predetermined in the book, so that she could bravely live out her own wonderful life.

After some twists and turns, Fu Yansheng and Zhang Xiyue finally squeezed to Ling Mohui's side.

Zhang Xiyue smiled and leaned close to Ling Mohui, her tone clearly flattering: "Sister-in-law, I finally found you. My cousin and I almost lost you."

However, Ling Mohui did not respond to her enthusiasm, but just looked ahead indifferently.

Seeing this, a trace of grievance flashed in Zhang Xiyue's eyes. She turned to look at Fu Yansheng, her eyes seemed to silently tell of her innocence and helplessness.

Seeing Ling Mohui being so indifferent, Fu Yansheng's face darkened, "Ling Mohui, can you slow down? There are so many people here. If you get lost, I won't take care of you!"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting the already tense and delicate atmosphere, making the relationship between the three people even more subtle and complicated.

Ling Mohui's eyelids trembled slightly, "Who cares about your care? Let's go our separate ways and have some peace and quiet!"

"It's unreasonable!" Fu Yansheng growled in a low voice, almost gritting his teeth.

Just when the tension between the two was about to solidify, the wizard on the stage suddenly moved.

He waved the staff in his hand and threw mugwort and other herbs that symbolized the warding off of evil spirits and epidemics into the boiling crowd.

The villagers firmly believe in this and think that the herbs that have been baptized through the sacrificial ceremony can bring them endless protection and well-being.

For a moment, the crowd seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. They threw aside their usual reserve and courtesy and scrambled to pick up the flying herbs. The scene suddenly fell into chaos.

In this surging crowd, Ling Mohui and Fu Yansheng were separated.

Ling Mohui was even more overwhelmed and was squeezed out of the crowd.

She stood there and looked around, but there was no familiar face to be found. Even the maid who had been serving her had disappeared in the crowd.

She calmed herself down and decided to look nearby. However, as soon as she turned the corner, she was shocked to find several men with unfriendly eyes staring at her like hungry wolves. Their greedy and ferocious eyes seemed to have regarded her as an easy prey.

At the same time, Fu Yansheng was extremely anxious and led his men to search back and forth along the noisy streets, hoping to catch even the slightest trace of Ling Mohui in the bustling crowd.

However, as time passed, his brows furrowed more and more, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled in the sunlight, reflecting his inner anxiety and worry.

"Haven't you found Ling Mohui yet?" Fu Yansheng's voice was mixed with unconcealable anxiety. He turned to look at his confidant Mo Yi beside him, expecting to hear some good news from him.

Mo Yi showed a helpless look and shook his head slightly: "I haven't received any news from Yingmo either."

Fu Yansheng clenched his fists, feeling mixed emotions. He forced himself to calm down and tried to analyze Ling Mo's possible destination from a logical point of view: "Do you think she has already gone back?"

"Impossible," Mo Yi answered firmly, "The carriage is still there. Moreover, even if she sent the carriage away, she would not let others take advantage of it easily. She should still be nearby, but... we have already searched the entire street, where else can she go?"

Fu Yansheng's eyes were stern, and he said resolutely: "Perhaps we missed something in the previous search. Keep looking, and don't let up at all."

Mo Yi followed the order and left. However, the moment he turned around, he heard an anxious cry from a distance, "Cousin, I think I saw my sister-in-law! I just saw her being forcibly dragged into the alley by several men."

She pointed to a deep and dark alley, which seemed to hide endless dangers and unknowns.

When Fu Yansheng heard the voice, his heart was torn as if by a knife. A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. An ominous premonition instantly enveloped his heart like a dark cloud.

Without hesitation, he ran towards the direction Zhang Xiyue pointed. No matter what, he had to find Ling Mohui and not let her get into any mishap.

"Go!" With this low and firm command, he ran as fast as an arrow from a bow, his body agile and determined, raising a cloud of dust behind him.

Zhang Xiyue tried her best to follow him, but the man's pace was like a violent storm, making it almost impossible for her to keep up.

Deep in the alley, the faint moonlight shines through the narrow sky and sprinkling mottled light on the bluestone road, making it even more deep and lonely.