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

She stared at the boy in front of her with sharp eyes, waiting for his answer.

The boy's face was instantly covered with a rare gloom, and a hint of sadness and frustration flashed in his eyes.

He sighed deeply, as if pouring out his endless helplessness and grief: "They are all orphans. After the disaster, they followed me to Beijing to sue the corrupt official. As a result, because of my involvement, they were all imprisoned in the Jingzhao Prefecture."

His words trembled slightly as he spoke.

Ling Mohui frowned slightly when she heard this, and a look of surprise flashed across her eyes: "Locked up?"

Her words were full of confusion and concern, and she was obviously unaware of the matter.

The young man did not appreciate it. Instead, he looked at her with a sarcastic look, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips: "Playing dumb! Don't you know the order from your husband?"

His voice suddenly rose, as if the sharp edge of a sword was pointing directly at Ling Mohui's heart.

Ling Mohui's face darkened, and a trace of disgust and indifference flashed in her eyes: "I don't know, he and I are not on the same path at all!"

The young man seemed to have remembered something, and the sarcasm on his face faded, replaced by a hint of understanding and sympathy: "I almost forgot that you and your husband are not in harmony."

His words were light and concise, but they accurately touched the pain point in Ling Mohui's heart.

Ling Mohui immediately looked annoyed and glared at him, her tone mixed with dissatisfaction: "Why do you always pick on people's sore spots?"

Despite this, she still suppressed her emotions and continued to ask: "Then tell me, what are you going to do next?"

The boy was not affected by her anger. Instead, he raised his chin and said, "It's simple. Just wait for them to be released after serving their sentences."

"But before that, I have to make a name for myself in the capital. Otherwise, am I going to have to watch my brothers starve to death?"

His words are full of responsibility and commitment, which makes people look at him with admiration.

Ling Mohui carefully looked at the young man in front of her. From his firm eyes and fearless demeanor, she saw a rare courage and wisdom.

She secretly admired in her heart that such a young man was undoubtedly an unpolished jade, and with a little polishing, he would surely shine brightly.

Then, an idea quietly grew in her mind.

Why not take this opportunity to grab this piece of "fat meat" in advance to avoid being overtaken by others?

"What's your name?" Ling Mohui asked seemingly casually, but actually she had something in mind.

"Zheng Jiaxuan." The young man answered without hesitation, his voice clear and firm.

"Zheng Jiaxuan?" Ling Mohui repeated the name. In an instant, as if struck by a sudden thunderbolt, her body stiffened instantly, and her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

This name is of great significance to her because it belongs to the young hero in the original novel who was wrongly executed for attempting to assassinate a corrupt official.

Although the truth came out at the end of the story and he was cleared of all charges, he had already died and nothing could be undone.

Zheng Jiaxuan looked at Ling Mohui's sudden change of expression, and was confused: "Do you know me?"

There was a hint of vigilance and curiosity in his words, and he was obviously puzzled by Ling Mohui's reaction.

Ling Mohui stared at Zheng Jiaxuan blankly, her eyes full of disbelief.

She couldn't imagine that this energetic young man in front of her would be ruthlessly sent to the guillotine just one year later and become the protagonist of that tragic story.

The cruelty and impermanence of fate made her feel powerless and regretful at this moment.

Ling Mohui took a deep breath, trying to use the cool breath to dispel the shocking waves surging in her heart.

She stared at the man in front of her named Zheng Jiaxuan, her eyes filled with complex thoughts.

His slightly immature face, with a bit of innocence and tenacity that came from not having experienced the world, overlapped with the image of the tragic hero in her memory.

She couldn't help but stretch out her slender hand and gently place it on his head.

"Are you sure your name is Zheng Jiaxuan?" Her words were soft but firm.

Zheng Jiaxuan raised his face slightly, and her reflection was reflected in his clear eyes, innocent and confused.

"Why would I lie to you?" He smiled calmly, as if he found the question a little unbelievable.

Ling Mohui had mixed feelings, so she naturally couldn't tell him that she had witnessed his tragic fate in the original work of her previous life.

He should have been that proud and iron-blooded man, but due to all kinds of injustices and misunderstandings, he ended up with a regrettable ending.

How could he, who was like this, endure the same pain again in this life?

"You want to stay in the capital. Are you interested in following me?" She tried her best to keep her tone calm, as if she was just talking about an ordinary matter.

Zheng Jiaxuan was stunned for a moment, with disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He looked at her steadily, as if trying to see into the depths of her soul.

"You...you want to take me in?" His voice trembled slightly, and the words sounded more like he was talking to himself.

Ling Mohui smiled faintly: "Don't get me wrong, I just hired you to do the work and paid you. It's a pure employment relationship."

Despite this, she knew that for Zheng Jiaxuan, who had nowhere to go at the moment, this was undoubtedly an invaluable redemption.

After hearing this, the light in Zheng Jiaxuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he nodded vigorously.

"I knew you were a good person!" He praised sincerely. That sincere look made Ling Mohui feel warm in her heart, but also a little helpless.

"Come on, don't try to fool me. I'm immune." She waved her hand in a nonchalant manner, trying to break the overly heavy atmosphere, but she silently promised in her heart that she would do her best to protect this kind and upright soul.

In the following days, Ling Mohui was busy managing the store, but was always concerned about Zheng Jiaxuan's recovery.

She often visited him secretly in her spare time and saw him lying quietly on the simple bed. Although his body was weak, his eyes were still firm.

Fortunately, he recovered relatively well, which made her feel a little relieved.

That evening, the setting sun shone obliquely, giving the capital a golden edge.

After Ling Mohui finished dealing with the affairs at Jihetang, she hurried back to the Grand Secretary's Mansion.

As soon as I stepped into the familiar hall, a cold atmosphere hit me in the face.

She looked up and saw Fu Yansheng standing in the corridor with a gloomy face, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"You've been going out early and coming back late every day recently. What are you busy with?" He asked in a low and powerful voice, with a majesty that could not be ignored.

When Ling Mohui heard the voice, her eyebrows slightly frowned and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right? Fu Yansheng, aren't you meddling too much?" she responded coldly.

Fu Yansheng's eyes became increasingly cold, and that sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate her disguise and reach deep into her heart.

"Ling Mohui, I just helped you out last time, how come you have forgotten it so quickly?" There was a hint of disappointment and blame in his words, and he was obviously puzzled and dissatisfied with her abnormal behavior in recent days.