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

At this moment, Ling Mohui already understood Fu Yansheng's intention.

He was not concerned about her, but was determined to take her away, leaving no room for negotiation.

She didn't want to see Wei Ruoming being dragged into this storm because he was kind enough to stand up for her.

Wei Ruoming's talent is not in studying, and forcing him to bury himself in books is probably more painful for him than putting him in solitary confinement.

Ling Mohui pondered secretly how to deal with the situation cleverly, both to protect Wei Ruoming from being implicated and to break free from Fu Yansheng's restraints.

"My Lord, my wife and I will take our leave first. Please remember to return home early and don't let your family worry about you." She gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Fu Yansheng lowered his brows and his eyes were as deep as a pool.

He did not say any more words to Wei Ruoming, but just nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the door of Xingmofang.

Wei Ruoming's anger obviously had not subsided. He followed closely behind, his angry words like a sharp arrow piercing the air: "Fu Shoufu, if you dare to mention the matter of hiring a teacher in front of my mother, I will come to your house every day and cause trouble for your wife!"

Although the words were harsh, they could not conceal the childlike obstinacy and stubbornness.

When Ling Mo heard this, she felt a little relieved, but her face remained expressionless.

She followed Fu Yansheng into the carriage. When the carriage slowly drove away from the bustling Huangxing Street and turned into the quiet alleys, Fu Yansheng's cold voice rang out in the carriage.

"Ling Mohui, have you completely forgotten what I told you?"

Ling Mohui sat aside, facing the questioning, her face was calm: "The prince and I just met by chance, and we just chatted for a few minutes, why do you worry too much? Or do you think that I gave the prince the lacquer smoke ink that I should have carefully prepared for you, which made you lose face?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's face instantly darkened as steel, and his sharp eyes pierced Ling Mohui: "Lacquer and ink are rare treasures, and you gave them to others so easily. Are you trying to tell the world that the current Prime Minister has a close personal relationship with the Marquis' Mansion?"

After Ling Mo heard this, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, and then she was quickly relieved.

Indeed, everyone in the capital knew that her reputation had long been ruined. No matter how she acted, no one would probably associate her with Fu Yansheng.

How has Fu Yansheng ever been implicated by her?

She raised her eyelids, her eyes moving, staring at Fu Yansheng with a bit of sarcasm: "So the adults also know that the lacquer ink is of extraordinary value? But why have you been able to accept the endless kindness to you with peace of mind over the years? What a scumbag!"

Fu Yansheng did not respond to Ling Mo's sarcasm.

He said coldly: "Ling Mohui, you and your family humiliated me in every way in the past, and now I am just collecting a little interest, and you are so dissatisfied. Then why did you insist on marrying into my Fu family in the past?"

Ling Mohui was speechless after being asked this question. She could only attribute this silent bitterness to the original owner's humbleness and helplessness.

She took a deep breath and decided not to get entangled with Fu Yansheng anymore.

The carriage finally stopped in front of the Grand Secretary's Mansion. Ling Mohui was filled with indignation and walked as fast as the wind.

The two maids, Moqi and Mohua, followed closely behind. Seeing their young lady's pale face, they couldn't help but feel worried.

"Miss, please slow down. What's wrong with you? You don't look well."

"Why else? She must be having a quarrel with her uncle again!"

Mo Hua was indignant at the side, so he quickened his pace and rushed to Ling Mohui's side to stand up for her.

"Miss, you are going in the wrong direction. This is not the way back to Bailingxuan!" Mo Qi saw Ling Mohui walking straight into the depths of the mansion and hurriedly reminded her.

"Who said I was going back to Bailingxuan? I'm going to the study!"

Ling Mo replied with a loud voice, and her feet were as fast as the wind, and she arrived at the door of the study in an instant.

Mo Hua saw this and showed a vigilant look on his face: "Miss, my son-in-law's study is strictly forbidden to others. What are you doing..."

"I'm taking back what belongs to me, and he dare not stop me!"

Ling Mohui looked determined, pushed the door open resolutely, and pointed at everything in the study: "These pens, inkstones, and famous paintings on the wall, all move them away!"

There was both determination and reluctance in his words.

Mo Qi's eyes widened, with unconcealable astonishment and confusion in his eyes.

"Miss, are you sure I heard you correctly? These are the things you carefully selected and prepared for your son-in-law's study!"

Mo Hua didn't care about it at all. She was tired of seeing the young lady's almost humble tolerance and compromise in front of her son-in-law.

Her eyes were sharp and her words were firm: "Moqi, don't just stand there, get started! Move all these things out!"

Before she finished her words, she called out to her personal servants outside the door.

These servants all came as dowry from the general's mansion. They witnessed with their own eyes all the forbearance and grievances that the young lady had to endure in the Fu Mansion. It was as if those repressed emotions had turned into an invisible burden weighing on their hearts.

At this moment, they finally found an opportunity to vent.

In just a few moments, the study room that was originally equipped with all the four treasures of a study had become empty and deserted, with only a few lonely pieces of furniture left.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng hurried over, and facing the mess in front of him, his face instantly became as dark as ink.

The housekeeper stood aside, his body trembling slightly, and explained carefully: "Sir, this...this was all moved by Madam herself. I dare not stop her."

Fu Yansheng pursed his lips tightly and snorted coldly, his tone revealing a chilling chill: "Let her move! I am Fu Yansheng, a dignified university scholar, do I still need these few pieces of paper and ink?"

Having said that, there was a barely perceptible flash of pain in those deep eyes.

The butler hesitated for a moment, then added, "Sir, it seems that the lady has also taken away the snow mountain painting that you treasure most."

The Snow Mountain Painting was a famous painting that Ling Mohui bought at great expense when she first got married, in order to be able to accompany Fu Yansheng more often, to win his favor and to allow her to enter and leave his study freely.

At this moment, when Fu Yansheng heard this, the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly because he clenched his fist too tightly, and he said coldly: "Let her take it away!"

He glanced coldly across the empty study.

On the other side, Ling Mohui led a group of servants and returned in a mighty procession, loaded with items moved out of the study.

I happened to meet Zhang Xiyue.

She had always wanted to become Fu Yansheng's concubine, and now that she saw Ling Mohui, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Just at this moment, Zhang Xiyue accidentally knocked over the snow mountain painting in Mo Hua's hand.

She was terrified and apologized repeatedly: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Ling Mohui smiled gently, gentle and kind: "It's okay, just walk more carefully next time and don't hurt yourself."

Zhang Xiyue’s eyes widened. The first few times they met, Ling Mohui hated her to the core.

But today, she was different from her usual self. Not only did she not find fault with her, but she smiled at her. What was this woman planning?