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

After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and left with big strides, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor outside Bailingxuan.

Ling Zhiyun looked at his back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Mo Hua and said softly, "Second Sister is in your hands."

Mo Hua nodded respectfully, watched Ling Zhiyun leave, and said softly, "Third Miss, take care."

Only after Ling Zhiyun's back had completely disappeared did Mo Qi cautiously lean out from behind the door, patting his chest and saying with a look of fear: "Oh, you really scared me, I thought the young master would see me!"

Mo Hua frowned, his worry evident in his expression: "Miss should have left the city by now and is meeting the prince. Tell me, how could this be such a coincidence? Young Master is also going to Saibei. It would be so embarrassing if we meet on the way!"

Mo Qi shrank his neck, and said with uncertainty in his voice: "It shouldn't be such a coincidence..."

Mo Hua sighed softly, but a trace of comfort flashed in his eyes: "With the prince accompanying you, Miss will definitely not suffer any grievances."

……

For Ling Mohui, this was the first time in her life that she was away from the hustle and bustle of the capital. Every scene during the journey was new to her. The troubles and entanglements between her and Fu Yansheng seemed to be left far behind along with the scenery along the way.

Sitting in the slowly moving carriage, she gently lifted the curtain and looked at Wei Ruoming who was riding beside her, with a look of curiosity and expectation on her face: "Sir, why are you going to the northern frontier this time?"

Wei Ruoming's mouth curled up into a gentle smile, and his answer was firm: "My mother knows that I am not a scholar, and she intends to arrange for me to go to Pingnan Wang's command for training. But my uncle has not yet agreed. This trip, I will firstly deliver an important secret letter for the court, and secondly, take the opportunity to let my uncle see my determination and ability."

"Shouldn't the King of Pingnan always be guarding the border of the motherland? Why did he turn around, put on armor and lead his troops north, heading straight for the border?" Ling Mohui's brows were full of confusion, and his voice was mixed with puzzlement. He gently asked the doubts in his heart.

"Oh, Mohui, you know that as a general of a country, the mission of the King of Pingnan is to follow the direction of the country's sword, regardless of east or west."

Wei Ruoming's eyes revealed a determination and reverence, as if he was describing a magnificent picture of a heroic general following the destiny of his country.

His voice was warm and powerful, and every word was full of praise for King Pingnan's loyalty and spirit of sacrifice.

Ling Mohui nodded silently, her eyes gentle, and a sense of resonance arose in her heart for Wei Ruoming's pure admiration.

But she has a secret in her heart that no one knows.

In the story originally woven by fate, the King Pingnan, who was so powerful in the southern border, eventually met with an accident on his own territory, rather than in this distant and unfamiliar northern frontier.

This made her feel both anxious about what was about to happen and filled with a desire to change her fate.

Just when he was full of thoughts, Wei Ruoming had already decided to embark on the journey, heading towards the battlefield full of unknowns and dangers.

Ling Mohui knew very well that the sword that ended his life came from the hands of his most respected uncle.

This made her even more conflicted: How could she reverse Wei Ruoming's seemingly inevitable tragedy?

"Mohui, what are you thinking about?" Yuan Fangfang's voice was filled with a hint of concern, and she and Wei Ruoming cast an inquiring look at her.

Ling Mohui suddenly came back to her senses, shook her head slightly, and smiled faintly, "Nothing, just some trivial fantasies."

There were indescribable complex emotions hidden in her answer.

Wei Ruoming's future seems to have been firmly locked on the chessboard of the country. Perhaps this is not a situation that a weak woman like her can easily change.

And the King of Pingnan, a name well-known throughout the empire, also became a secret worry in her heart, like a double-edged sword hanging over her head.

As we marched northward, the surrounding scenery became increasingly desolate and vast. Sometimes there was no human habitation for days on end. Wind, sand and loneliness became the most loyal companions of the journey.

Wei Ruoming's guards were particularly vigilant in this desolate land. Before taking every step forward, they would send scouts to conduct a detailed reconnaissance ahead to prevent any accidents.

However, things are unpredictable. Even if you are fully prepared, disasters can still catch you off guard.

One day, bandits from the deep desert suddenly emerged from behind the sand dunes like ghosts, in a black mass, roaring and rushing towards them.

"Oh no! The bandits are coming! All of you, immediately! Escort Miss Yuan and Ling Mo back to evacuate. The rest of you, follow me to resist these evil wolves!"

After Wei Ruoming finished speaking, the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath. With a flash of cold light, his heroic figure led his subordinates to rush forward like a tide. Wherever the sword pointed, morale boosted greatly.

Ling Mohui and Yuan Fangfang understood each other tacitly and did not hesitate at all.

At this critical moment of life and death, they understood that their own safety could not become a burden.

The two turned around quickly, trying to find a chance of survival in the chaos.

However, fate seemed to be playing a joke on them. Just as they were about to escape, another wave of more cunning bandits emerged from the sand dunes and surrounded them.

"Disperse, disperse as much as possible!"

Ling Mohui made a quick judgment, her eyes were firm, and every word she said revealed her unquestionable decisiveness.

Yuan Fangfang nodded, a look of determination flashed across her beautiful face, she jumped lightly onto the horse, whipped the horse, and galloped away in the opposite direction of the crowd like a gust of wind.

Ling Mohui spurred her horse into a gallop, anxious but not daring to look back. The only sounds in her ears were the whistling wind and the chaotic sound of horses' hooves from the pursuers behind her.

The god of luck seemed to favor them. The path chosen by Ling Mohui led directly to Qingyang City, a shelter that was like an oasis in the desert.

As the distance got closer, the bandits became fewer and fewer in number, and finally disappeared without a trace in front of the city gate.

The walls of Qingyang City are majestic, the thick city gates are tightly closed, and the guards on the city towers are as tall as pine trees, bringing a rare sense of security to this land.

Ling Mo looked back at the enemy's gradually blurred back. The weight hanging in her chest finally fell to the ground. As she breathed, she felt a little relieved for having survived the calamity.

After entering the city, she did not even have time to rest before she immediately sent someone to inquire about the whereabouts of the county magistrate. However, the news she received made her frown - the county magistrate was out and in the military camp north of the city.

Ling Mohui's mind flashed back to the Beizhu Army and King Pingnan that Wei Ruoming had mentioned, and a bold idea sprouted in her mind.

If they could seek help directly from King Pingnan, perhaps they could gain valuable support and time for Wei Ruoming and others.

"Go north to pursue the military camp."

Ling Mohui's voice was filled with unquestionable firmness. Upon hearing this, the driver immediately turned his horse around and galloped towards the north.

Through the hustle and bustle of Qingyang City, the camp of the Northern Army stood quietly at the edge of the desert. From a distance, the soldiers on the training ground were like dark clouds pressing down on the land, with great momentum. This brought a little comfort to Ling Mohui, as if she saw the light of hope in the endless despair.

As they approached the camp, two soldiers in armor quickly stepped forward to stop them, looking serious and diligent in their duty as guards.