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

"Have you called a doctor?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

"Someone has been sent." Fu Yansheng responded. Noticing Ling Mohui's arrival, he gently put down Ling Zhiyun's feet.

"Let me take a look. I know a little bit of medical skills." Ling Mohui said as she stepped forward and skillfully pushed Fu Yansheng away, then began her examination confidently.

Fu Yansheng stepped aside, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Ling Zhiyun's face flashed with embarrassment, and she explained softly, "I wanted to go to the street to pick out some silk clothes for my family and sister for summer, but I accidentally sprained my foot. I came here first because it's close to my sister."

Ling Mohui bent down and carefully examined her sister's wound, completely unaware that from Ling Zhiyun's perspective, she could clearly see the mark under her collar, which was the evidence of the passion.

Ling Zhiyun's smile gradually froze, and a gloomy and complex emotion flashed across her eyes: "Am I... not here at the right time?"

This sentence seems to be a question, but also seems to be a self-blame.

"Third sister, what you said is so absurd. If you want to find me, I will be waiting for you at any time."

As soon as Ling Mo finished her reply, she was surprised to find that Ling Zhiyun's clear eyes were now lingering on her collar.

"You may feel a little uncomfortable, please bear with it for a while, third sister!" After saying that, Ling Mohui couldn't help but increase the strength in her palm.

There was a slight "crack" sound, and Ling Zhiyun cried out in pain, unable to suppress it.

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng suddenly pushed Ling Mo away and asked, "Are you sure?"

His tone was full of doubt.

Ling Mohui was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Her angry eyes shot directly at Fu Yansheng, as if they could penetrate his heart.

Ling Zhiyun shed tears, is it because of foot pain?

Or is it sad?

It can no longer be distinguished.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived hurriedly at this time.

After a careful examination, the doctor turned to Ling Zhiyun and spoke slowly.

"It looks like... it's indeed much better now!"

Ling Zhiyun suddenly came to her senses and turned her gaze towards Ling Mohui, full of gratitude: "It must be the work of my second sister who cured the disease!"

The doctor nodded with admiration: "I never expected that the young lady of the Fu family is so proficient in medicine. Her bone-setting skills are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Fu Yansheng realized that he had wrongly blamed Ling Mohui, and his eyes were filled with guilt and resentment: "Why didn't you say it clearly just now?"

Ling Mohui rolled her eyes at him and spoke in displeasure.

"I know what I am doing. What you are thinking has nothing to do with me."

"you……"

Ling Zhiyun tried to persuade them: "Second sister, brother-in-law, please don't quarrel over this matter. It's all because of my carelessness that I sprained my foot, which really implicated you."

After Ling Zhiyun left, Ling Mo returned to the quiet Bailingxuan alone.

"Oh, look, this couple really has a tacit understanding with each other!" This came from the mouth of an elderly nanny who was hiding under the stairs with other little girls, whispering and talking.

These maids are all senior servants of the Fu family. They are loyal to their duties on weekdays, and their greatest pastime is to get together and gossip about family matters.

Ling Mohui had no intention of disturbing their fun. Upon hearing the sound, she just quickened her pace and left in a hurry.

Not long after they walked, they met Zhang Xiyue on a narrow road.

Zhang Xiyue sneered, "Aren't you curious about who they are talking about?"

"If it has nothing to do with me, why should I care about it." Ling Mohui glanced at Zhang Xiyue coldly and passed by indifferently.

"I can tell you that one of them is Ling Zhiyun! Don't you think your cousin is too caring towards your third sister?" Zhang Xiyue was full of anticipation, trying to catch a hint of anger or jealousy on Ling Mohui's face.

However, Ling Mohui's face remained calm.

"That's all I have to say. I'll go ahead!"

Zhang Xiyue frowned slightly, feeling unwilling: "Aren't you curious about who the other one is?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Ling Mo said this, turned around resolutely, and left without a trace.

Could it be that Fu Yansheng treats Zhang Xiyue differently because she resembles a certain woman?

Why didn’t the original book mention this relationship?

……

In the afternoon, Ling Mo returned to Bailingxuan, finished her meal, and enjoyed a long nap.

Soon, Yuan Fangfang walked in. She had been visiting frequently recently, perhaps there was a new turn of events in the matter of Mr. Xu.

Girls always like to share their subtle and sweet thoughts with their best friends.

Ling Mo traveled back to this place and suddenly became Fu Yansheng's partner of three years. Although this marriage was as stable as water, it lacked the heart-pounding throbbing.

At this moment, she listened attentively to Yuan Fangfang's detailed account of her relationship with the mysterious Mr. Xu. She couldn't help but feel as if she had jumped into a sentimental romance novel, and a strange ripple arose in her heart.

"So, he really agreed to take you in as his disciple?"

Ling Mohui held the fruits in her hands, her words carrying a hint of irrepressible excitement, the corners of her mouth rising unconsciously.

"Well, the act of accepting you as a disciple clearly shows that he has a good impression of you. You must seize this rare opportunity." Ling Mohui smiled.

When Yuan Fangfang heard this, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and she looked shy with a hint of sweetness, "He is such a mystery."

Seeing this, Ling Mohui became even more curious, "Have you ever had the honor of seeing his true appearance? What kind of charm is hidden under that mysterious mask?"

Yuan Fangfang shook her head repeatedly, "That mask seems to be his lifeblood. No one, let alone me, can touch it."

Ling Mohui thought to herself that this Mr. Xu's actions were so secretive, and the story behind them must be extremely complicated, which aroused her interest in exploring it.

"Let's go. I'll host you tonight. Yuexuanlou's fine wine is waiting for us. How about we celebrate together?"

Yuan Fangfang smiled brightly and waved her hand, showing a bit of the carefreeness of a young man from the underworld.

Ling Mohui chuckled, half teasing and half helpless, "You should go by yourself. I still have to pay for the gift I agreed to give you last time."

Yuan Fangfang laughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm so sorry about that time. My brother confiscated my pocket money, so I could only prepare a gift for Master Xu. Don't worry, I will never break my promise this time. I will make sure you enjoy the meal. Mo Hui, please forgive me this time!"

With Ling Mohui's reluctant compromise, the two walked into the night together.

The Yuexuan Building was brightly lit and bustling with people. I found a seat by the window and sat down. Soon, Wei Ruoming appeared in an elegant manner, adding a bit of surprise to the party.

"So the prince is also your guest of honor?" Ling Mohui was a little surprised.

Yuan Fangfang quickly explained, "Mohui, this apprenticeship was only possible thanks to the prince's mediation."

Wei Ruoming's face was filled with pride, and he raised his chin slightly, "You never thought that Master Xu and I have a close relationship! Next time you play cards, Fangfang, remember to count me in!"

"Of course, from now on we are on the same boat!" Yuan Fangfang smiled brightly, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After a few rounds of drinks, the night was deep and the stars were shining brightly.

Ling Mohui walked out of the box in a slightly tipsy state and accidentally caught a glimpse of Zheng Jiaxuan dressed as a waiter, hurrying back and forth in the corridor.