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

Ling Mohui was moved by Ling Zhiyun's seemingly weak but actually strong inner self, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

It turns out that the wind and frost in the north can not only temper people's will, but also nourish a strong and unyielding soul.

She gently patted the back of Ling Zhiyun's hand, her eyes full of smiles and encouragement: "Don't worry, Third Sister, I will take good care of myself."

……

As night fell, Ling Chuyun came in the darkness to greet Ling Zhiyun in person.

Before leaving, Ding tightly held Ling Mohui's hand and said, "I didn't have time to thank you properly for what happened last time!"

She was referring to the help regarding the Manyun incident.

Ling Mohui waved her hands quickly and said earnestly: "Sister-in-law, you are too kind. We are a family. It is my duty to help you. It is also a token of my gratitude to my eldest brother and the General's Mansion."

"When I'm free someday, I'll definitely thank you!" There was a hint of urgency in Ding's voice, and she hurriedly followed Ling Chuyun's steps and left.

The parents at home were eagerly waiting to see their long-lost third daughter, so their steps were even more hurried.

"Oh!" Mo Hua sighed softly behind the two of them. The sound was subtle and long, with a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

Ling Mohui heard this, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, her eyes gently falling on Mo Hua: "Why are you sighing for no reason?"

Mo Hua's expression darkened, and a bit of injustice flashed in his eyes: "When I think about how bustling the General's Mansion is, while you can only stay alone in this cold and quiet courtyard, and even can't win the favor of the son-in-law, I feel very distressed."

After she finished speaking, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, as if she was speaking up for Ling Mo.

But Ling Mohui just smiled calmly: "Don't worry, these hard days are coming to an end soon."

There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Ling Zhiyun's return meant that she would soon break free from her shackles and usher in true freedom and peace.

Mo Hua sighed, shook his head gently, and thought to himself: The master must be suffocated by these dull days, which is why he has these unrealistic fantasies.

With some helplessness, she slowly left, leaving behind a long back, walking farther and farther away in the corridor.

……

The night was as dark as ink. Zhang Xiyue, holding a lantern in her hand, walked lightly towards Fu Yansheng's study.

In the moonlight, her shadow was stretched out long.

Fu Yansheng looked up upon hearing the voice, his eyes as sharp as a blade, and he glanced coldly at the uninvited guest in front of him: "Who gave you the courage to trespass here? Get out!"

Zhang Xiyue bit her lower lip, feeling caught in a dilemma.

She wanted to get closer, but was afraid of the cold rejection; she wanted to leave, but was reluctant to do so.

"Cousin, I have something to tell you..."

Ever since the temple fair, her cousin's attitude towards her became extremely cold. Even simple communication became a luxury, let alone confessing his true feelings.

Finally, Zhang Xiyue knelt on the ground with a plop, and tears rolled down her face like pearls from a broken string. Her delicate appearance, like a pear blossom in the rain, could not help but inspire pity.

"Cousin, I know it was my fault last time, so I came here to apologize. Please forgive me this time for the sake of our past relationship."

Fu Yansheng lowered his eyes, and the indifference on his face made it difficult to guess his inner feelings: "You shouldn't have said this to me."

His voice was flat, without any ripples.

Zhang Xiyue pleaded with tears in her eyes, "Cousin, I know I was confused for a moment, but my feelings for you are real. It was jealousy that made me lose myself. I promise that I will never make the same mistake again. Please believe me, cousin!"

"Go away. If there is a next time, I will not cover up for you anymore." Fu Yansheng frowned.

Zhang Xiyue stood up slowly, her body shaky. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly threw out a final struggle: "Cousin, I heard that she once again risked her own life to save the prince. Is such a half-hearted person really worthy of you, cousin?"

Fu Yansheng's hand unconsciously clenched the purple-hair brush in his hand, and the tip of the brush almost embedded in his palm.

Before Zhang Xiyue finished her words, she suddenly fell to the ground holding her head in pain. The blood from her forehead flowed down her cheek, and she grimaced in pain.

She raised her head and looked towards the eaves in horror, looking for the unknown attacker.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng rushed out of the room and saw Zheng Jiaxuan standing on the roof, with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring directly at Zhang Xiyue below.

"The person that Young Madam saved was the Third Young Miss who had just returned to the capital, not the Crown Prince. Your Excellency, please do not listen to the slander!"

Zhang Xiyue was furious, pointing at Zheng Jiaxuan and cursing, "You... who do you think you are? How dare you hurt me!"

Fu Yansheng asked sternly, "Zheng Jiaxuan! Who allowed you to go up to the roof without permission?"

Faced with the accusation, Zheng Jiaxuan did not say much. He just turned over and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a wisp of night breeze.

"Someone, go find a doctor for my cousin quickly and make sure to check her wound carefully!" Fu Yansheng ordered in a deep voice, watching Zhang Xiyue's figure gradually going away, then turned around and shouted to Xuanwu who was hiding in the dark to show up.

"How could Zheng Jiaxuan get onto the roof so easily and you failed to stop him in time?" Fu Yansheng's tone was a little displeased as he looked at Xuanwu with a sharp gaze.

Xuanwu lowered his head, his face full of helplessness and grievance: "My Lord, that young man was extremely clever. He used a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. He took advantage of our manpower being cleverly dispersed and acted quietly. It was really hard to guard against!"

"What an incompetent person! You can't even see through a child's trick!" Fu Yansheng frowned and rubbed his temples lightly with his fingers. His annoyance prompted him to stride back to the study, leaving Xuanwu alone there.

Master, master, have you ever thought that Zheng Jiaxuan is not an ordinary child?

You have fought against him twice, but you have never gained the upper hand.

……

In the following days, Ling Mohui devoted all her energy to the operation of the store.

Considering the marriage crisis faced by her younger sister Ling Zhiyun, she knew that she had to consolidate the foundation of her career as soon as possible in order to cope with any changes that might arise in the future.

That night, when Ling Mohui finally finished dealing with the trivial matters in the store and was strolling in the bustling streets, she ran into her good friend Yuan Fangfang in front of Yuexuan Building.

"Ling Mohui! Where have you been hiding all these days? I have invited you to play cards with me many times, but you always broke the promise!" As soon as Yuan Fangfang saw Ling Mohui, she grabbed her arm tightly, fearing that she would slip away again.

"Oh, there was a little trouble in the store, and I have been busy." Ling Mohui explained patiently.

"What? You are running the shop by yourself?" Yuan Fangfang's surprise was evident in her words.

You know, Ling Mohui, Yuan Fangfang and Wei Ruoming are known as the three dandies in Beijing. It is really unbelievable that Ling Mohui personally runs the business.

Ling Mohui smiled calmly without making any further excuses.

"Forget it. Since I have seen you today, don't even think about escaping! Come up with me and have some fun!"

Yuan Fangfang dragged Ling Mohui into Yuexuan Building without saying anything.