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

"You are slandering me! Xu Yanqing and I are honest and aboveboard with each other!"

Facing Fu Yansheng's groundless accusations, Ling Mohui felt not only anger but also inexplicable fear. The powerless feeling of being misunderstood made her feel suffocated.

"Then how do you explain this?" Fu Yansheng suddenly pulled out a neatly folded love poem from his sleeve and slapped it on Ling Mohui's face without hesitation.

Ling Mohui was stunned. She opened her lips slightly but couldn't utter a word: "You...how could you do this and take other people's things without permission?"

She felt unprecedented shame, anger and shock.

"Ling Mohui, you have the love poem Xu Yanqing gave you in your arms, and you still say you have nothing to do with him?"

Fu Yansheng's tone became low and dangerous. He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his hot lips against her slender neck. His movements were rough and full of possessiveness.

"Fu Yansheng! Let go!" Ling Mohui felt the clothes on her shoulders being torn off roughly, and a chill rushed to her heart.

She couldn't believe that Fu Yansheng would do such an outrageous thing to her in broad daylight in this small carriage.

In an instant, Ling Mohui's mind was buzzing, and everything around her seemed to be still. Only the beating of her heart like a drum and the increasingly out-of-control breath of the man in front of her remained.

She hurriedly pulled out a delicately carved jade hairpin from her black, silky hair. With her hands trembling slightly, she pressed hard against Fu Yansheng's solid and broad shoulders: "Let go! I warn you, don't force me! Otherwise, I will show no mercy to you!"

The cold air seeped out from the tip of the hairpin, reflecting her determined gaze.

"Assassinate the prime minister? Murder your own husband? Ling Mohui, your courage really makes me look at you in new eyes! Do you think that as long as you get rid of me, you can get away unscathed? Naive! If we are going to die, let's die together in this small space!"

Fu Yansheng's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the tense atmosphere in the car.

As he moved, her clothes were suddenly torn apart, and the pieces of cloth flew around like fallen autumn leaves. A subtle and indescribable atmosphere filled the carriage.

Ling Mohui bit her lower lip hard, a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, and finally she slowly moved the cold hairpin towards her delicate and fragile throat.

However, Fu Yansheng was faster than her. His strong and powerful arm shot out and blocked her slender neck.

The tip of the hairpin pierced his skin just right, and blood dripped slowly along his white wrist.

Ling Mohui's heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, and Fu Yansheng's expression froze in an instant. A strange tranquility filled the air between the two of them.

The carriage finally stopped. Ling Mo pushed Fu Yansheng away without any hesitation, rushed out of the door, and escaped from the space that made her feel suffocated and desperate.

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Back at Bailingxuan, Mo Hua and Mo Qi saw Ling Mohui returning and exchanged worried glances with each other, looking at the silent lady with complex and changing eyes.

"Miss hasn't spoken a word since she came back. What happened?" Mo Hua asked softly, his voice full of concern.

"The young lady's clothes are so torn that she came back. Could it be that something unpleasant happened between her and her husband?" Mo Qi guessed in a low voice, frowning.

Ling Mohui stood by the window, holding a small pair of sharp scissors, and cut the once vibrant potted plant in front of her fiercely, as if venting her anger and helplessness.

"Fu Yansheng, how dare you do this to me! I will make you become like this cut branch!"

Every time the scissors fell, she let out a low roar in her heart.

"Click!" The sound of the scissors was crisp and continuous.

Just as Ling Mohui was immersed in anger and dissatisfaction, a familiar and slightly cheerful voice came from outside the door: "Ling Mohui! I'm here to see you!"

The visitor was her good friend Yuan Fangfang, someone who always brought sunshine and laughter to her.

Hearing the voice, Ling Mohui couldn't help but put down the scissors in her hand. She glanced at the dead branches and leaves on the ground. The depressed emotions in her heart seemed to go with the wind and she became much more relaxed.

"Ling Mohui, what are you doing? Why are such beautiful flowers cut into this shape?" Yuan Fangfang stepped into the house, looked at the scene in front of her, and asked in confusion.

Ling Mo answered frankly: "I feel so depressed, I need to find something to do to vent my feelings!"

"It just so happens that I haven't been feeling very happy lately. Why don't we just go out of town and play for a couple of days, so as not to get sick from staying at home!" Yuan Fangfang's eyes were gleaming with anticipation as she suggested something that seemed to be on a whim, but in fact it was exactly what Ling Mohui wanted.

Ling Mohui was struggling to find a suitable excuse to stay away from Fu Yansheng, and Yuan Fangfang's proposal was like a timely relief.

"Good idea! Moqi, Mohua, please help me pack some luggage. Fangfang and I plan to go out of town to relax."

"Ladies, when you go out, shouldn't you bring a few more people with you to ensure safety?"

Mo Miao showed worry, and was obviously a little concerned about them going out alone.

Yuan Fangfang smiled and waved her hand, appearing confident: "No, we are just going to the famous summer resort on the outskirts of the city. It's not far away, and it's the first choice for dignitaries to escape the summer heat. It's very safe."

The Summer Resort attracts many royal relatives, high-ranking officials and nobles every summer, so it naturally has comprehensive security measures. After hearing this, Mo Hua no longer insisted.

That afternoon, Ling Mohui and Yuan Fangfang took a horse-drawn carriage, slowly leaving the hustle and bustle of the capital city and heading towards the tranquility and freedom of the suburbs.

The air outside the city was fresh and free. Yuan Fangfang danced excitedly in the carriage like a bird that had regained its freedom.

Ling Mohui chose to leave the city, more to avoid possible ears and eyes, while Yuan Fangfang was eager to escape, what kind of thoughts was hidden in her?

"Why do you suddenly want to leave the city?" Ling Mohui couldn't resist her curiosity and turned her head to ask Yuan Fangfang beside her.

Yuan Fangfang sighed, with a trace of helplessness and distress between her brows: "Oh, don't mention it, my family is arranging a blind date for me."

"Have you found a suitable candidate?" Ling Mo asked back, her tone full of concern.

"Things haven't been finalized yet, but the candidates are almost set in stone!"

As soon as Yuan Fangfang mentioned this topic, an expression of worry that was hard to conceal emerged between her brows.

Ling Mohui sensitively captured this subtle change in emotion and wisely chose not to continue inquiring so as not to trigger Yuan Fangfang's inner anxiety.

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the orange-red afterglow gently fell on the quaint carriage, which slowly stopped in front of the vermilion gate of a summer resort.

As the car door opened slightly, a cool evening breeze blew towards me, as if even the summer restlessness was swept away.

As soon as she got off the car, Ling Mohui's gaze inadvertently crossed with Zhang Xiyue and Zou Boyuan who were not far away. The figures of the two were particularly eye-catching in the afterglow of the setting sun.