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

"This young master of the Zou family," an old man stroked his beard and whispered, as the streets were full of heated discussions. "He is the Zou Boyuan who has a close relationship with Prime Minister Fu! On weekdays, the two of them are in harmony and discuss state affairs together. Have they ever had any grudges? Now, the news of discord suddenly spreads, which is really surprising."

"It is said," a woman lowered her voice and continued mysteriously, "this matter is related to the wife of the Prime Minister."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd suddenly became agitated, and everyone listened attentively.

Zou Boyuan, the elegant and noble young man who had always been prejudiced against the original owner, coupled with Fu Yansheng's obvious indifference towards the original owner, undoubtedly made his contempt for the original owner even stronger.

That night, Yuexuan Tower was brightly lit, but Zou Boyuan unfortunately encountered the rampant Wei Ruoming.

The Prince of Wei acts entirely according to his own preferences. No matter how much power the other party has behind him, as long as he angers him, he will be like a moth to a flame and ask for trouble.

Zou Boyuan's Waterloo this time can only be attributed to his verbal abuse. He deserved it. A careless remark led him to provoke such a difficult character.

Fu Yansheng has always been aloof and indifferent. Unless Zou Boyuan's safety is really at a critical moment of life and death, he will never easily intervene.

At this moment, Zou Boyuan has undoubtedly hit an extremely hard iron plate and is in trouble.

Ling Mohui sat in the carriage, with these complicated rumors lingering in her ears, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

She raised her eyes slightly and realized that the carriage had quietly slowed down its pace.

Not only her, but even the coachman and the servants who were accompanying him held their breath and listened attentively.

The various disputes between her and Fu Yansheng seemed to have become a topic of conversation among the common people.

Ling Mohui sighed softly and made a silent vow in her heart.

When she holds the divorce papers in her hand, she will definitely draw a clear line between herself and Fu Yansheng, and they will have nothing to do with each other from now on, and live in peace.

"Miss, the ink you ordered has been delivered to your house." Mo Qi reminded at the right time.

As a famous official with a good academic record, Fu Yansheng was extremely picky about the four treasures of the study.

In order to win his favor, the original owner spent a fortune to buy him the best pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Whenever she thought of those priceless art treasures, Ling Mohui felt a pain in her heart as if it were being cut by a knife.

Compared to the money thrown into the water which makes a sound, the original owner's squandering behavior was a waste of his efforts for Fu Yansheng.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the vermilion gate of Xingmofang. As soon as Ling Mo got out of the carriage, she met Wei Ruoming, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"Ling Mohui, why are you here?" Wei Ruoming raised his eyebrows slightly.

It was indeed unexpected that two people who had little interest in poetry and books would meet unexpectedly in a place like Xingmofang.

Ling Mohui walked lightly into Xing Mo Fang and asked, "Why are you here, Prince?"

Wei Ruoming was frank: "I am buying calligraphy for my father, but I really don't know where to start."

For him, wielding swords and guns was easy as pie, but this writing and painting undoubtedly gave him a headache.

Although Ling Mohui didn't understand this, she followed the original owner's extravagant habit of spending money lavishly and believed that "expensive means better."

For example, this top-grade lacquer ink was selected by the original owner after carefully observing the consumption rate of the ink sticks in Fu Yansheng's study and after repeated attempts.

Before he finished speaking, the shop assistant came out from the inner room with light steps, holding a beautifully packaged box in his hands carefully.

With a smile on his face, he handed it to Ling Mo respectfully: "Madam, this is the ink you ordered."

Ling Mohui took the box, her fingertips gently slid over the smooth and delicate wood texture, and nodded with satisfaction.

She pushed the box toward Wei Ruoming, her movements revealing a calm elegance: "Take this."

Wei Ruoming's eyes were instantly attracted, "This... is this for me?"

Ling Mohui smiled slightly, with a sly light in her eyes: "Your Highness helped me a few days ago, and this is my small token of gratitude in return."

After hearing this, Wei Ruoming's mouth curled up into a playful smile. He patted his chest and said loudly: "I didn't expect you to be so particular. Then I won't be polite!"

Just as the two were immersed in this heartwarming interaction, a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly came from the stairs on the second floor.

I saw a man in a white gown slowly coming into view.

His steps were steady and powerful, making people hold their breath unconsciously.

Ling Mohui's heart tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

How could it be such a coincidence that Fu Yansheng also appeared here at this moment?

She subconsciously looked at Wei Ruoming, praying silently in her heart that no trouble would befall this straightforward and magnanimous prince.

Fu Yansheng walked closer, and his sharp eyes naturally fell on the exquisite box in Wei Ruoming's hand.

He turned to Ling Mohui, his tone was cold and unquestionable: "Ling Mohui, it's getting late, come back with me."

Ling Mohui knew Fu Yansheng's temper very well. She would never believe that he would be so kind just to accompany her home.

"I have my own carriage nearby. I will go back by myself when I am done." Ling Mo answered directly.

However, Fu Yansheng did not back down. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the coldness between his brows became stronger: "Now, follow me back to the mansion."

He obviously had no intention of giving Ling Mo any chance to refute.

Seeing this, Wei Ruoming, who was straightforward, could no longer sit idly by and asked bluntly, "Ling Mo said she wanted to go back by herself. Didn't the Prime Minister understand?"

Facing Wei Ruoming's questioning, Fu Yansheng remained calm.

The corner of his mouth curled up into an imperceptible sneer, "The prince is so leisurely, but he is concerned about my family affairs. Do you want me to personally go to the Princess's residence and recommend a famous teacher to the prince?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wei Ruoming's face suddenly changed. He knew very well what the "famous teacher" that Fu Yansheng mentioned meant.

What Wei Ruoming feared most was the strict teaching that the eldest princess arranged in order to keep him on the right path.

The princess had invited many great scholars from the capital, but they were all driven away by his stubborn and unruly character.

Now, none of the respected scholars in the court are willing to accept Wei Ruoming as a disciple. The eldest princess is trying to find someone through Fu Yansheng's relationship to make way for Wei Ruoming to receive more rigorous teaching.

Once the prime minister of the dynasty acts as a guarantor, the scholars of the Hanlin Academy will most likely not easily refuse out of consideration for their relationship.

In this way, Wei Ruoming's life will undoubtedly fall into endless suffering.

Fu Yansheng's words accurately hit Wei Ruoming's soft spot.

He was so angry that his face turned red, and he pointed at Fu Yansheng with trembling fingers: "You...you, you actually used my mother to pressure me!"

He was furious, but helpless. After all, in terms of scheming and tactics, he was clearly at a disadvantage compared to Fu Yansheng.