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

"You are such a playful girl! I have been looking for you for a whole day and night. Go home and get punished!"

Yuan Fangfang refused to give in and retorted, "You are the ones who insist that I marry Zeng Jie. I don't like him at all. Why can't I decide my own marriage?"

"Child, marriage is a serious matter. It's decided by your parents and the matchmaker. How can you say no?" Yuan Jiacheng said earnestly, but Ling Mohui's heart was filled with ripples.

Zeng Jie, in the original novel, is an out-and-out villain and a playboy. Different from those idle rich young men, Zeng Jie is ruthless and a real villain.

Thinking of this, Ling Mohui couldn't help but worry. If Yuan Fangfang really stepped into the Zeng family's door, would she also be drawn into that dark vortex?

Ling Mohui's heart was in turmoil, and while her thoughts were in a state of confusion, Fu Yansheng had silently stepped onto the carriage.

"Ling Mohui, I have something I want to do..."

Before Fu Yansheng could finish his words, Ling Mohui grabbed his hand like a fish in a rapid stream, her eyes flashing with urgency and anxiety, and asked, "I heard that the Earl's Mansion is planning to let Yuan Fangfang and Zeng Jie get married. Is this news true?"

Her eyes were filled with disbelief and deep concern.

Fu Yansheng's eyes gently passed over the wrist tightly held by her warm little hand, and a barely perceptible tenderness flashed across his deep eyes: "The power of the Earl's Mansion has been declining. If we don't marry into the emerging nobles, I'm afraid that the future generations will find it difficult to avoid the fate of family decline."

"As players in this chess game, you and I are powerless to influence it."

There was a hint of helplessness in Fu Yansheng's words. He couldn't help but worry about the Zeng family's impending crisis.

Not only will the Yuan family not be able to take advantage of this opportunity, but they are also very likely to be drawn into this vortex and sink together with it.

Although Yuan Fangfang and her family are only described in a few words in the book, in Ling Mohui's heart, Yuan Fangfang is an irreplaceable friend.

Faced with the unfortunate fate that her friend might face, Ling Mohui could not stand idly by.

She exhaled softly, "The Zeng family has been controversial in recent years. Do you really think it is wise for the Earl's Mansion to marry them? Don't forget that Yuan Jiacheng is your loyal brother."

These words struck Fu Yansheng's heart, and he immediately fell silent.

Ling Mohui knew very well that Fu Yansheng was secretly investigating the dark side of the Ministry of Revenue and might have obtained many key clues, but it was not easy to shake the Zeng family which had deep roots.

"Even if we can't stop this marriage, at least we can buy time. Delay is also a strategy!" Ling Mohui tried to persuade Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng's opinions have an unusual weight in Yuan Jiacheng's mind. Yuan Jiacheng may turn a deaf ear to the words of others, but he will carefully consider every word and sentence of Fu Yansheng's suggestions.

Fu Yansheng frowned slightly and responded softly: "I will do my best."

Seeing that Fu Yansheng's attitude had softened, Ling Mohui finally felt relieved. A bright smile broke out on her face, and she casually picked up the food box beside her, which contained the carefully prepared cherry juice.

"I made cherry juice myself. Would you like to try it?" Her tone was full of anticipation.

"No need." Fu Yansheng refused almost subconsciously.

When he thought that those cherries came from Han Zifeng's estate, with whom he had a complicated relationship, he felt inexplicably irritated.

Ling Mo took a sip of cherry juice and asked again, "You said you had something to tell me, what was it?"

At this time, Fu Yansheng slowly put his backhand on Ling Mohui's fingers that were resting on the edge of the table, his eyes deep and gentle.

"Ling Mohui, I have decided. I want to spend my life with you and never mention separation again."

When Ling Mohui heard this, the cherry juice in her mouth, which she had not yet swallowed, suddenly sprayed onto Fu Yansheng's sleeves like a flood. She herself was so shocked by this sudden confession that she coughed repeatedly.

"You...what do you mean?" Ling Mohui was dumbfounded, wondering if Fu Yansheng was just acting on impulse.

"Sorry, I...did I hear wrongly? My ears don't seem to be very sharp. I accidentally stained your clothes. Let me wipe it off..."

Ling Mohui hurriedly took out her handkerchief and wiped the cuffs of Fu Yansheng's white shirt vigorously, but she didn't know that he was wearing snow-white clothes today, and the juice stains became more obvious under her wiping.

Fu Yansheng looked gloomy and gently pulled his hand back: "That's enough, stop wiping."

Afterwards, the carriage fell into a heavy silence. Fu Yansheng kept silent, and Ling Mohui did not dare to break the silence easily. The embarrassment surged like a tide, making her feel suffocated.

Taking advantage of the short break in the carriage, Ling Mohui used the excuse of taking a breath and exchanged seats with Yuan Jiacheng, wanting to escape from this oppression.

"Mohui, you know me best. You know how boring it is to be with my brother, so you come here specially to rescue me!" Yuan Fangfang said with a smile.

Ling Mohui originally wanted to say half-jokingly that this time she changed seats more for the purpose of seeking a quiet space for herself, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back and just smiled and nodded.

The carriage bumped along the bumpy road.

Just as this gentle twilight was about to disappear completely, the towering city walls and the bustling city outline slowly came into view, and the carriage finally drove into the city gate.

Ling Mohui stood in front of the magnificent gate of the Grand Secretary's Mansion, the bluestone pavement beneath her feet glowing faintly in the night.

She looked up at the dark night, and an indescribable feeling of heaviness surged in her heart, an emotion mixed with confusion and powerlessness.

The high walls and deep courtyards of the mansion seemed to have become a symbol of her inner dilemma, surrounding her tightly.

In the narrow space of the carriage, Fu Yansheng's voice was low and clear, and every word struck Ling Mohui's heart.

Deep in her heart, she actually hid a hint of subtle joy and doubt. Fu Yansheng's confession unexpectedly and subtly touched her heartstrings.

She couldn't help but ask herself why her usual willfulness and temper led the relationship to go in an unexpected direction?

Fu Yansheng's emotion was like a sudden rain that caught her off guard.

The moment she stepped into the mansion, Ling Mohui felt that her steps were unusually heavy, and the stone in her heart seemed to weigh even more.

She didn't even look back at Fu Yansheng's complicated expression. She was afraid that once she looked back, all her determination would collapse in an instant.

Zhang Xiyue followed closely behind: "Cousin, sister-in-law is in a bad mood right now. Why don't you wait until she calms down a little bit, and then I will help you put in a good word so that she won't have a childish temper anymore."

Zhang Xiyue's words revealed delicacy and cleverness, but her good intentions were seen through by Fu Yansheng at a glance.

He glanced at her sideways and spoke sharply, pointing directly to Zhang Xiyue's inner thoughts, causing the latter's eyes to flicker involuntarily.