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

When Ling Mo heard this, she became furious: "Brother, it's too much for you to treat me like this! I'm going to go and argue with him now!"

After saying that, she turned around and tried to leave, but was held tightly by Ding.

"Forget it. If he insists on getting entangled with that woman, I don't want to have any more meaningless arguments." Although Ding's voice was calm, it was extremely resolute. "At worst, I will divorce him. Our Jiang family is not insignificant in the capital, and I have my own dignity and pride. I will not be left without a place to stay."

Ling Mo was deeply moved by Ding's courage to face the divorce.

In this era, for women, the word "divorce" is as heavy as a taboo. Even if most women suffer from unhappy marriages, they can only endure it silently and dare not touch it easily.

However, Ding was able to resolutely propose a divorce. Ling Mohui sincerely admired her courage and independence.

She knew very well that Ding and her eldest brother had a deep emotional foundation, and their conflict was not irreconcilable. It was also not like the one between herself and Fu Yansheng, which was always just the original owner's one-sided obsession and fantasy.

At this moment, she secretly made up her mind to do her best to resolve the rift between the couple who should have lived in harmony.

"Sister-in-law, don't be anxious. Give me some time. I will get to the bottom of the matter as soon as possible." Ling Mo replied in a gentle but firm tone.

The night is like an ink-colored painting, slowly spreading across the sky, with stars looming.

Ling Mohui was well aware of the urgency of time. As soon as she left the majestic gate of the general's mansion, she immediately ordered people to drive the carriage and gallop towards the famous Yuexuan Tower in the city.

The horse's hooves trampled through the night, the wheels rolled, the dust was everywhere, and his figure swayed slightly in the carriage.

The carriage finally stopped steadily in front of Yuexuan Building. The driver pulled the reins skillfully. Ling Mo pushed open the door and jumped out of the carriage.

There were bright lights in front of the building, and people were coming and going, making it very lively.

Mo Hua had been waiting beside the car. She glanced around quickly, then pointed to the opposite street and said to Ling Mo in a low voice, "Miss, look, is that Miss Manyun?"

Ling Mo looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a graceful woman walking lightly on the street, although her face was covered with a thin white veil.

Ling Mohui secretly praised Mo Hua's keen observation in her heart, and nodded calmly. The two exchanged glances tacitly, changed into the men's clothes they had prepared in advance, quietly blended into the night, and followed Manyun silently.

Manyun seemed unaware of the gazes following her. She walked gracefully into the third floor of Yuexuan Building, which had obviously been booked by someone. Two sturdy guards stood at the stairs, vigilantly scanning everyone who tried to approach.

However, Manyun looked calm, as if everything was under control. She waved her hand gently, and the guards respectfully made way for her and watched her calmly enter the box. The door then closed tightly, leaving only a faint light leaking out from the gap, illuminating a corner of the corridor.

Ling Mohui and Mo Hua did not rush to act. They found an inconspicuous corner in the spacious and bright hall on the first floor and sat down.

Ling Mohui leisurely picked up a plate of melon seeds on the table. She cracked the seeds slowly and leisurely. She seemed leisurely, but in fact she was paying sharp attention to everything around her, waiting for the best time to come.

After a long time, when the noise in the hall gradually subsided and the night became darker, Ling Mohui exchanged glances with Mo Hua. The two stood up and walked upstairs briskly.

However, just as they were about to approach the third-floor staircase, a stern shout suddenly rang out: "Stop!"

Ling Mohui's footsteps landed quietly on the wooden floor of the third floor. She held her breath and prepared to dive deeper into this mysterious building.

However, before she had taken a few steps on her exploration path, she was blocked by a group of people who suddenly appeared.

They were dressed in dark brocade robes, had stern faces and sharp eyes, and instantly blocked all of Ling Mo's escape routes.

The leader's voice was sharp and piercing, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

Ling Mohui's heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface.

"I... I just came here to drink and eat." She responded in a nonchalant manner, her eyes wandering across the other person's face, trying to catch a trace of emotional fluctuations.

The leader did not lower his guard after her answer. Instead, he stared at her intently.

"We have this floor covered, who do you want to find?" he pressed on.

Ling Mohui thought to herself but remained calm on the surface. She looked around and pretended to have just realized something. "Oh, sorry, I went to the wrong floor."

After she finished speaking, she turned around swiftly and walked towards the fourth floor, trying her best to make her back look calm and unhurried.

Although the distance was getting farther and farther, Ling Mohui could still feel the gaze from behind, fixed on her.

These people had unknown origins, but they behaved so cautiously, as if they were facing a powerful enemy. This made her suspicious and she felt more and more that this trip was not as simple as she had imagined.

Just as Ling Mohui was racking her brains to think of how to get rid of this group of stalkers who were following her like a shadow, the door of a box next to her was suddenly pushed open violently. Before she could react, she was pulled into the room by a force.

She steadied herself and looked up, only to see Fu Yansheng standing in front of her with an expressionless face. His usually gentle face was now as gloomy as a dark cloud covering the sun.

"Fu Yansheng? Why are you here?" Ling Mohui was surprised, but also felt a little relieved.

Fu Yansheng glanced at her, with a tone of reproach and worry in his voice: "You are so courageous that you even dare to provoke people in the palace!"

His words shocked Ling Mohui's heart, and she immediately understood where the leader's strange voice came from - the eunuch.

She thought to herself that the leader was actually the best among the eunuchs, Deng Guiping, the chief eunuch beside the emperor.

This discovery shocked her. Manyun Inn was indeed extraordinary. It could even attract secret gatherings of the dignitaries in the palace.

In this case, Manyun's purpose of approaching the eldest brother of the Ling family is definitely not just to redeem herself and become a concubine. There must be a more complex and far-reaching plan behind it.

Fu Yansheng quietly approached the crack in the door and observed the situation outside through the gap.

The monitors were standing firm at their posts like statues, as if no disturbance could shake their determination.

However, when Yuan Jiacheng and Zou Boyuan appeared in their field of vision, the faces of those people obviously relaxed. They looked at each other, as if they had received some kind of signal, and then turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Gone." Fu Yansheng whispered to Ling Mo to confirm.

Ling Mohui let out a long sigh, and her tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

The two looked at each other in silence, each thinking about their next move.

Today, the sun lazily sprinkled on the bustling streets and alleys. Amid the hustle and bustle of the city, Zou Boyuan's voice drifted in like the breeze. Before he even showed up, he had already spoken: "Let's go to Ziyan Tower today. I heard that Miss Manyun is leaving soon, and I'm afraid we won't have the chance to see her again."