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

Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, an agile figure flashed out from the darkness like a ghost. It was Zheng Jiaxuan.

"Let her go!" His voice was steady and powerful.

The man reacted extremely quickly, as if he had foreseen everything. He took a step forward, picked up Ling Mohui easily, stretched out his body, and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.

When Zheng Jiaxuan ran to the window, there was no trace of the two people except the whistling night wind.

"Put me down!"

Ling Mohui shouted angrily, and at the same time she cleverly pulled out the golden hairpin inlaid with emerald on her head and stabbed the man fiercely.

The man moved swiftly, grabbing her wrist with his backhand and pressing her against the cold wall. The golden hairpin pressed against her delicate neck, chilling her to the bone.

"If you move again, your life will be in danger!"

His words were gentle but contained murderous intent, and every word seemed to have a tremendous force that struck directly at the heart.

This voice seemed to have echoed in some distant memory, carrying an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but making it difficult for Ling Mohui to remember exactly for a moment.

"What are your intentions?" Ling Mohui's voice was as cold as ice. Her eyes were like sharp swords, piercing the other person's heart, trying to penetrate the secret under the silver mask.

"Kiss me." The man's tone was teasing and provocative.

Ling Mohui's anger and resentment were almost boiling over. She never expected that she would encounter such a ridiculous request.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" She cursed in her heart, feeling that everything had gone wrong today, and she had to meet such a scoundrel.

It was really a bad year for her. She never thought that she would fall into such an inexplicable and dangerous situation.

And that man had both an arrogant and unruly air and an irresistible charm.

"Kiss me, or you will be my prisoner today and can't leave my sight!"

The man's words were forceful and unyielding.

Under such pressure, Ling Mohui felt that the air around her seemed to solidify and time seemed to have stopped flowing.

Ling Mohui slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to force herself to immerse herself in the tranquility.

Even though his heart was in turmoil, he reminded himself that the person hiding behind the silver mask was just a stranger, and this unexpected contact was just a harmless game.

So, Ling Mohui slightly tiptoed and gently left a warm red lip mark on the cold and mysterious silver mask.

At this moment, Yuan Fangfang's voice sounded suddenly and clearly at the entrance of the alley like a meteor suddenly streaking across the night sky. Her appearance was like a sudden storm.

"Ling Mo, come back!"

The masked man disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ling Mohui was just about to explain this sudden misunderstanding to Yuan Fangfang, but before she could finish her words, Yuan Fangfang was already furious. She quickly stepped forward and slapped Ling Mohui loudly without hesitation.

That half of my cheek immediately felt a burning pain, as if it was burned by a branding iron, and the pain went straight to my heart.

Yuan Fangfang's misunderstanding was so profound that she mistook the jade thief for Mr. Xu, whom they both knew. The misunderstanding was so deep that Ling Mohui didn't know where to begin for a moment and was extremely confused.

Filled with confusion and pain, Ling Mohui set out on her way home in a daze. But just as she stepped out of the alley, several dark shadows surrounded her silently like ghosts in the night.

"It's her!" A deep and rapid voice echoed in the night.

"Be careful, don't hurt her!" another voice quickly added, with a hint of command and tension.

Ling Mo came back and didn't have time to think. Her body reacted instinctively and she ran away.

With the cold light flashing, the blade of the man in black was approaching. At the critical moment, Zheng Jiaxuan stepped forward like a guardian angel descending from the sky and protected Ling Mo behind him.

The sound of swords clashing rang out one after another, and a blood mark appeared on the back of Zheng Jiaxuan's hand. The "ding-dang-dang" sound was like a symphony of life and death.

Although Zheng Jiaxuan tried his best, after all, two fists are no match for four hands, and he gradually seemed to be unable to cope.

At this time, Fu Yansheng arrived with reinforcements, and the two sides immediately engaged in a more intense fight.

Ling Mohui hurried forward and tried to support the injured Zheng Jiaxuan, her voice full of concern: "Zheng Jiaxuan, how are you?"

Her eyes wandered over those scars, some shallow and some deep, each of which seemed to accuse the fierce battle just now of being so fierce. Although there were no fatal injuries, each scar existed to protect her, which made Ling Mohui's heart feel as if it was weighed down by a thousand-pound stone.

"Hold on a little longer, I'll take you home right away!"

Ling Mo said this, wanting Zheng Jiaxuan to lean on her, but Fu Yansheng took Zheng Jiaxuan without question and said in a deep voice: "Let me do it."

Ling Mohui remained silent, just staring at the bloodstains on her hands. The bright red color reminded her that Zheng Jiaxuan's injuries were not optimistic.

She hurriedly jumped onto the carriage, took out the silk handkerchief she carried with her, and carefully treated Zheng Jiaxuan's wound, trying to slow the bleeding.

This series of actions inadvertently pushed Fu Yansheng into a corner, increasing the distance between them and the air seemed to become heavier.

"I have sent for the doctor, and he will be home soon."

Ling Mohui's words were concise and firm. She devoted herself to the work of saving Zheng Jiaxuan and seemed to be deaf to the disturbances in the outside world.

When the carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Grand Secretary's Mansion, Ling Mohui immediately ordered the housekeeper: "Hurry up, carry Zheng Jiaxuan in!"

Under the urgent instructions, all actions became orderly.

"He's been poisoned." Ling Mohui spoke calmly, but her eyes swept over Fu Yansheng like ice, "The attackers' target was actually you, Fu Yansheng! If anything happens to Zheng Jiaxuan, I will never let it go!"

Fu Yansheng's face darkened, and he defended himself: "I showed up in time and found a doctor. Ling Mohui, what else do you want me to do?"

After Ling Mo listened back, a look of determination flashed in her eyes: "If you could cancel our engagement earlier, how could Zheng Jiaxuan and I be innocently involved in your trouble?"

After she finished speaking, she turned and left without hesitation.

In Bailingxuan, Ling Mohui had already instructed the servants to help Zheng Jiaxuan change his bloodstained clothes. The air seemed to still have the aftertaste of the thrilling experience.

After a thorough examination, Ling Mohui's doubts gradually solidified, and she became more and more convinced that Zheng Jiaxuan was indeed poisoned by a rare poison.

Although she knew a little about Chinese medicine since she was a child, she was a complete layman when it came to the art of detoxification.

In particular, the ancients' technique of poisoning was so complicated and secretive that even if Ling Mohui had read all the classics, it would be difficult to accurately identify the origin of the poison.

Just as she was frowning and anxious, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the room, and a doctor in a long gown and carrying a medicine box hurried into the room.