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

"The area ahead is a military restricted area. Pedestrians are prohibited from passing." Although the words were cold and hard, they revealed an inviolable majesty.

Ling Mohui dismounted gracefully, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Please inform me that I am the wife of the Prime Minister of the current dynasty, and I have an important matter to attend to with the Prince of Pingnan."

After she finished speaking, she handed over Fu Yansheng's identity token. The token, which symbolized power and status, shone faintly in the sun.

After the soldier carefully examined her, he immediately became respectful and replied respectfully, "Please wait for a moment, Madam. I will immediately inform the King of Pingnan for you."

Stepping into the makeshift tent, Ling Mohui felt unprecedented tension, and her legs even felt a little weak.

She sat down slowly. The silence around her made her worry and fear even stronger. Whether Yuan Fangfang and Wei Ruoming were safe became the most worrying question at the moment.

"Excuse me, when can I meet the King of Pingnan?" Ling Mohui's voice was filled with obvious anxiety.

"The King of Pingnan is currently receiving an important guest. Madam, please be patient and wait."

Ling Mohui's heart tightened, and she was about to request again, but was stopped by the soldiers with guns politely but firmly. The air was filled with an authority that could not be violated.

She knew very well that the only way to get a chance to save the warriors in the distance was to wait patiently.

Ling Mohui pursed her soft cherry lips, a barely perceptible worry flashed across her eyes, and finally, under the gentle but firm urging of the maid, she slowly turned around and walked back into the simply decorated but warm tent with slightly heavy steps.

Outside the tent, the cold wind carried the unique roughness of the frontier, as if telling of endless desolation and waiting.

At the same time, in the towering general's tent, the flickering candlelight illuminated the handsome figure of King Pingnan and the gentle face of Fu Yansheng.

The two of them chatted and laughed while drinking, but the atmosphere was still solemn.

In the center of the commander's tent, there was a large table covered with an exquisite map, as if silently telling of the heavy responsibilities on the shoulders of the two men.

"Time flies. I haven't seen you for three years. Sir Fu has grown from a newcomer in the court to a pillar of the country. I am honored that you still care about me."

There was some sincerity and heroism in the words of King Pingnan, and his weathered eyes sparkled with his cherishment for friendship.

Fu Yansheng smiled slightly, modest yet confident: "Your Majesty, thank you for your praise. As scholars, we can only live up to your grace if we work hard for the country. Your Majesty, guarding the borders and making the enemy dare not invade lightly is the real Great Wall of the country."

Just as the two were talking, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the general's tent.

A soldier covered in dust hurried in, saluted respectfully, handed over the token in his hand and reported: "Report, the camp has welcomed a woman who claims to be the wife of the Prime Minister, and hereby presents her token."

After he finished speaking, a pair of hands covered with thick calluses carefully placed an exquisitely carved jade pendant on the table.

Prince Pingnan took the jade pendant, examined it carefully, and a smile of interest appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned his gaze to Fu Yansheng and said jokingly: "It is said that talented men in Jiangnan are romantic. Lord Fu is accompanied by a beautiful woman, and even when he went to the frontier, his concubine accompanied him thousands of miles away. It is really enviable."

When Fu Yansheng heard this, a trace of confusion flashed across his handsome face, his brows slightly frowned, and his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

In order to avoid unnecessary complications, he only brought his cousin Ling Zhiyun on this trip, and introduced himself as his wife. Ling Mo should have stayed at home.

The mention of "concubine" surprised and puzzled him.

Facing Fu Yansheng's doubts, King Pingnan just regarded it as his reserve as a scholar, and laughed heartily: "Haha, don't worry, I will handle it properly and will never let your wife at home misunderstand."

As he was talking, Fu Yansheng took the jade pendant and examined it again and again. His doubts grew even more intense. Apart from Ling Mohui, who else could this token have fallen into the hands of?

On the other side, Ling Mohui was led into a rather quaint tent, where an old woman with a kind face was holding a colorful makeup box and was carefully dressing her up.

However, the old woman's aesthetic taste seemed to lean towards the rugged style of the frontier. She accidentally made Ling Mohui's already beautiful and refined appearance look very exotic, causing her to roll her eyes involuntarily in the bronze mirror, muttering to herself, is this the unique taste of King Pingnan?

As night fell, the tent became increasingly darker, and an ominous premonition quietly rose in Ling Mohui's heart.

Why did King Pingnan ask her to dress like this before meeting her?

This unreasonable arrangement made her wonder about the other party's motives, and she couldn't help but feel wary and uneasy.

At this moment, the old woman finished packing and quietly left. She was the only one left in the tent. It was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat. Outside, the night was as dark as ink, and the breeze blew the curtains of the tent, bringing a hint of coolness.

Suddenly, there were small but firm footsteps outside the tent. Ling Mohui immediately became like a frightened bird, fully alert. She moved swiftly towards the door curtain, tightly grasping a small incense box beside her, and waited with bated breath.

As the curtain was gently lifted, a figure walked in quietly. Ling Mohui threw the incense box out almost reflexively. The man paused and a low groan escaped from his throat.

As that familiar voice sounded: "Ling Mo is back!"

Her heart trembled suddenly. This voice was clearly...

But reason told her that she shouldn't think too much about it at this moment and she must get away from this unclear situation as soon as possible.

Ling Mohui suddenly had an idea. She grabbed the blanket beside her and covered the visitor's head with it. While his vision was blocked, she turned around and tried to rush out.

However, she felt her wrist tighten, and an irresistible force pulled her back. The sudden crisis cast an ominous shadow over this unexpected reunion.

"Let go! Listen carefully, my husband is the most powerful Prime Minister in the world. If you dare to touch me, I will make you pay for it!"

Ling Mo shouted angrily, waving her hands wildly, trying her best to get rid of the unknown person's entanglement, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

As the two struggled, their feet staggered and they involuntarily moved closer to the edge of the bed, and the situation became more urgent.

"See who I am first! Ling Mo replied, it's me!"

The man finally pulled his head out from the heavy blanket, but before he could finish his words, Ling Mohui slapped him hard on the face. The sound was so crisp that it echoed in the tent.

Ling Mohui was stunned for a moment. The familiar voice awakened her reason. She looked carefully and the face of the man in front of her gradually became clear under the dim light.

"Fu Yansheng?!" Ling Mohui was surprised, with a hint of disbelief in her tone.

Fu Yansheng covered his slightly swollen cheek, with a trace of helplessness and grievance in his eyes: "Next time, can you confirm the other party's identity before taking action?"

Ling Mohui laughed awkwardly twice, cleared her throat, and tried to ease the atmosphere: "I'm really sorry, I've been traveling a lot recently, and I was a little too vigilant."