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

Ling Mohui ate the meat obediently, but inadvertently saw Ling Zhiyun quietly lowering her head, with a look of disappointment between her brows. Although she tried hard to conceal it, that subtle feeling could not be hidden from Ling Mohui's keen observation.

After a reunion dinner full of warmth, Ling Mohui burped slightly due to fullness. The two fed each other, taking turns like children bickering, yet still feeling sweet.

Seeing this, the two elders were filled with anticipation for their future grandchildren, and their smiles were even more kind.

Finally, back in the carriage, Ling Mo leaned lazily on the soft cushion and said to Fu Yansheng half-jokingly: "Fu Yansheng, did you enjoy the performance today?"

After saying this, he had a relaxed look on his face.

Fu Yansheng glanced at her with a rare tenderness in his eyes. Surprisingly, he did not blame her. He just said softly, "If you can keep being like this every day, then I don't mind spending the long years in the future with you."

"What did you say?" Ling Mohui was stunned for a moment, wondering if she was hallucinating because the sunlight was too dazzling.

Fu Yansheng's lips curled up slightly in a smile, but he refused to say another word, and only said calmly: "It's no big deal."

Then he turned and left, leaving the room in silence.

Ling Mohui curled her lips and thought, forget it. Anyway, these sweet words are like summer bubbles to her, beautiful but fragile. She has never believed in these empty things.

……

In the following days, Fu Yansheng was deeply immersed in busy official duties. He would go out at dawn and would not return until the moon was above the willow branches, dragging his tired body.

Zhang wanted a grandson very much, so she decided to go to Hongfu Temple to pray for blessings. She dragged Ling Mo with her, saying that she wanted the Bodhisattva to get familiar with her face as soon as possible so that he would not recognize the wrong person when giving birth to a child in the future.

Ling Mohui silently complained in her heart that her relationship with Fu Yansheng was so cold that even if the Goddess of Childbirth came in person, it would probably be difficult to make this happen.

But in order not to disappoint her mother-in-law, she reluctantly agreed to go with her.

As you step into the ancient and solemn Hongfu Temple, the first thing that catches your eye is the harmonious picture of Ling Zhiyun and Fu Yansheng standing side by side. They stand on both sides of the temple gate, and the azaleas clustered around them are like a natural picture frame.

The azalea flowers are fiery red and warm, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquility of the ancient temple, making them particularly eye-catching.

Ling Mohui slowly stepped onto the stone steps, and her eyes inadvertently met with Ling Zhiyun's. She caught the barely perceptible shy smile in her eyes, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

"Big sister?" When Ling Zhiyun saw Ling Mohui, the bright smile on her face suddenly froze, replaced by a hidden bitterness.

Ling Mohui seemed to be completely unaware of Fu Yansheng's presence, and her tone was calm and somewhat polite: "Third sister, are you here to burn incense and pray for blessings as well?"

"Yes, I was with my sister-in-law. We encountered some trouble on the road. The carriage got stuck in the mud. Fortunately, my brother-in-law happened to pass by and helped us."

Ling Zhiyun explained, as if she was afraid that Ling Mohui would misunderstand something, even though Ling Mohui already knew all those thoughts.

"What a coincidence, my sister is here too. If I had known earlier, we should have come here together." Ling Mohui responded indifferently, but ripples arose in her heart.

Fu Yansheng's eyes lightly swept across Ling Mohui, his tone calm but with a hint of urgency: "Since you have met, get along well. I have something urgent to deal with right away."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and hurriedly blended into the bustling crowd of pilgrims.

Ding completed the Buddhist ceremony and led the group to a secluded courtyard in the temple.

"The guest who came to the temple today is of extraordinary status. Your brother and husband stayed there to serve him. I think..." Ding lowered her voice, revealing a hint of speculation in her words.

Ling Chuyun is the commander of the Yuling Army, and Fu Yansheng is the prime minister of the court. Who else could they come out together to welcome him except the current emperor?

Zhang knew what he meant and whispered, "The world outside is unpredictable. We should just focus on worshipping Buddha and not disturb that noble person."

Ling Mohui nodded slightly. Although she was curious, she knew her limits and did not ask questions that she shouldn't.

In the afternoon, when the sun was high in the sky, everyone had a simple vegetarian meal and went away to rest.

Ling Mohui's maid Mo Qi suggested going to the mountains to pick wild flowers to make tea. Ling Mohui considered that they would be safe under the protection of the Yuling Army, so she arranged for Zheng Jiaxuan to accompany Mo Qi.

The incessant chirping of cicadas made Ling Mohui increasingly sleepy, and she didn't even notice when the window was gently pushed open by the summer breeze.

A cool breeze blew through the hall, waking Ling Mohui from her dream.

She sat up in a daze and made herself a pot of tea. As the tea aroma wafted around her, her thoughts gradually became clearer.

Just as she was lost in thought, there was a sudden "clang" sound from outside the door, and then Zheng Jiaxuan, with a nervous look on his face, almost rushed into the house...

"Are you hurt?" Ling Mohui's voice was mixed with anxiety that was hard to conceal. Her eyes were fixed on the shocking wound on Zheng Jiaxuan's arm, and her heart couldn't help but tighten.

What kind of trouble has this child, who always makes people worry, been involved in this time?

"Where is Moqi? Is she okay?" Her questions were like a string of cannonballs, fearing that the delicate Moqi had also met with an accident.

"She's fine!" Zheng Jiaxuan replied quickly, with a hint of urgency in his tone, as if he was eager to dispel Ling Mohui's worries.

"What is going on?" Ling Mohui's brows were full of worry, and his voice was low and serious.

Zheng Jiaxuan gritted his teeth, endured the pain from his wound, and said word by word: "I... I saw the corrupt official's men!"

"Corrupt official? Are you talking about the prefect of Linzhou who was recently punished for corruption?" Ling Mo asked, unable to suppress her surprise.

She knew that this matter was much more complicated than it seemed.

Zheng Jiaxuan nodded heavily, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead: "Not only that, there are even more powerful forces behind him! I found the clues in the temple, and wanted to report it quietly, but I didn't expect them to find out, and that's why I got hurt."

"You are too reckless! How can you take such a risk alone?" Ling Mohui's words were filled with both blame and heartache.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps outside the door, followed by a sharp cry: "Assassin! There is an assassin!"

Ling Mohui's face suddenly changed, knowing very well what this situation meant to the seriously injured Zheng Jiaxuan.

She quickly thought of a solution and whispered, "You must not be discovered by them in this state! Hide quickly!"

Before Zheng Jiaxuan could react, she had quickly pushed him into the closet in the corner of the room. Her movements were so fast that they were completed almost in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Jiaxuan had just hidden himself when the door was kicked open by brute force. With a deafening noise, a burly man rushed into the room with a fierce look on his face.