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

Her voice was like the cold winter wind, biting and sharp.

Mo Hua trembled when he heard the voice, and secretly guessed in his heart that this uncontrollable anger must have been caused by some major event.

She answered cautiously: "Miss, what are you planning to do?"

From the conversation, she clearly felt that her young lady was completely different from her usual gentle and dignified self today.

Ling Mo heard this, a cold smile appeared on her lips, her eyes were as cold as ice, and her words were full of unquestionable determination: "You will know in a moment!"

After saying that, she turned and walked into the mansion.

Mo Hua looked at Ling Mohui's back as she walked away, her heart beating. She hadn't seen her young lady so furious in many years. An invisible pressure made her shiver.

In a short while, the dowry maids, nannies, and servants gathered quickly around Ling Mohui at the urging of Mo Hua.

They all had solemn expressions, obviously having sensed their master's anger at the moment, and were ready to obey orders at any time.

Ling Mo glanced back and confirmed that everyone was present, then she strode straight into the mansion where Zhang Xiyue was.

Before the servants could react, they were suppressed to the ground with thundering force by the team led by Ling Mohui, and the scene fell into chaos in an instant.

"Young Madam, what do you mean? This is my cousin's yard, how can you force your way in like this!" A brave maid mustered up the courage to try to stop the sudden storm.

However, her protest did not have any effect. Ling Mohui continued to move forward without stopping.

Zhang Xiyue felt uneasy when she heard the noise and hurried out of her boudoir. What she saw was a group of servants led by Ling Mohui, who were so aggressive that she was horrified.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she asked in a trembling voice: "You...what are you going to do? I am the Madam's niece. If you are rude to me, you will bear the consequences!"

Ling Mohui turned a deaf ear to this, snorted coldly, and shouted sternly: "Pull her over here and hold her tight!"

After the order was given, the servants did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately brought Zhang Xiyue to Ling Mohui.

Zhang Xiyue was terrified and struggled desperately, shouting hysterically: "Ling Mohui, what do you want to do? I tell you, if you dare to lay a hand on me, your cousin will never let you go!"

Ling Mohui heard this, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes, and she sneered: "Fu Yansheng? Who the hell is he! You're still counting on him to save you? What a joke!"

After saying that, Ling Mohui raised her slender wrist and slapped Zhang Xiyue hard in the face with great force.

She used all her strength to slap Zhang Xiyue. With a crisp "pop" sound, half of her cheek instantly became red and swollen like a steamed bun, and she gasped in pain.

"You stinky bitch, Ling Mohui, I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Xiyue could no longer maintain her previous hypocrisy. Her face turned hideous, completely exposing the viciousness in her heart.

Ling Mohui faced Zhang Xiyue's threat without any fear, which instead aroused her anger even more.

She fired her weapons left and right, attacking Zhang Xiyue's face mercilessly, and the sound of "crackling" could be heard continuously.

In just a few seconds, Zhang Xiyue's face had swelled up like a pig's head and was unrecognizable. The pain made her burst into tears and she cried miserably.

At this moment, Mo Hua nervously leaned close to Ling Mohui's ear and whispered urgently, "Miss, the son-in-law is here!"

When Ling Mohui heard the news, her eyes changed slightly and she quickly glanced at the servants around her.

"Everyone retreat!" She shouted in a low voice. Although her tone was light, it carried unquestionable majesty.

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants retreated quickly like the tide, making way for Zhang Xiyue in an instant.

Zhang Xiyue took this opportunity, struggled to break free from the restraints, and crawled towards the gate of the courtyard. His miserable appearance was in stark contrast to his arrogance just now.

"Cousin! Help! My sister-in-law is going to beat me to death!" Zhang Xiyue screamed miserably.

Her skirt fluttered up and down with her swift steps, and her messy hair danced in the air, as if telling of her panic and despair at the moment.

"You still dare to complain? I think you are itching for trouble!" Ling Mohui followed closely behind him, her feet moving quickly and a fierce smile on her lips.

She rushed towards Zhang Xiyue without hesitation, and the two of them started fighting in an instant.

However, this was not a scuffle at all. It was clearly Ling Mohui riding on Zhang Xiyue's thin body with the force of thunder and beating him unilaterally and mercilessly.

Although Zhang Xiyue tried her best to resist and tried to break free from this sudden violence, she was obviously no match for Ling Mohui's ruthlessness and strength.

She struggled, trying to use her thin hands to block the attacks that rained down like raindrops, but she could only endure the pain in vain, her body rolling helplessly in the mud.

The two were fighting in full swing, like a fierce life-and-death duel, causing the surrounding trees to sway, leaves to fly, and even the air seemed to be frozen in this tense atmosphere.

"Stop!" A majestic shout rang out like thunder, and Fu Yansheng hurried over, his figure as swift as the wind.

His eyes were sharp and his face was stern. He forcibly pulled Ling Mohui off Zhang Xiyue.

His force was so great that Ling Mohui's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the side.

"Ling Mohui, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yansheng's eyes were wide open, and his deep voice contained uncontrollable anger.

However, Ling Mohui had already lost her mind in the passion of the fight, and facing Fu Yansheng's scolding, she was so excited that she slapped him in the face.

The slap was so powerful that the crisp sound echoed in the courtyard, and five red finger marks instantly appeared on Fu Yansheng's cheek.

However, after this slap, Ling Mohui calmed down instead, as if all her anger was released at that moment.

Fu Yansheng's face turned ashen, his deep eyes staring at Ling Mohui, and an icy chill emanated from his whole body.

He gnashed his teeth and asked word by word, "Have you had enough of the trouble?"

Ling Mohui fiddled with her messed up bangs disapprovingly, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she let out a long sigh: "It's so cool!"

"Cousin, my sister-in-law and a group of servants have teamed up to bully me. You have to seek justice for me!"

Zhang Xiyue collapsed on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Ling Mohui, you've done a terrible thing!" Fu Yansheng scolded harshly.

Ling Mohui snorted coldly upon hearing this, with a hint of disdain in her eyes and eyebrows: "Are you blind? It was clearly a fight, why do you only blame me?"

"You beat Xiyue's face like this, and you still say it was a fight?" Fu Yansheng roared, pointing at Zhang Xiyue's swollen and bruised face, his eyes burning with rage.

"How could it not be? I'm the only one who took action from beginning to end. If you don't believe me... ask these servants." Ling Mohui responded calmly, her eyes sweeping over the servants who were standing aside in silence.