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

Ling Mohui raised a sly smile and said, "How about you compensate me now?"

"I'll make a note of this debt. Once I figure out how to make you pay it back, it won't be too late for you to pay it back later!"

Ling Mo replied with a hint of mischievous provocation in her words.

Hearing this, Yuan Fangfang smiled brightly and couldn't wait to hold Master Xu's hand. "Okay, when you've made up your mind, remember to let me know!"

After saying that, the two of them left, snuggling together.

Witnessing this scene, Ling Mohui pouted slightly, pretending to be aggrieved, "You really value love over friendship. In the blink of an eye, you were left aside."

Seeing this, Han Zifeng approached leisurely, looking carefree, "Abandoned? Do you need me, your flower protector, to accompany you?"

"No need. The King of Pingnan's men have not yet left the hustle and bustle. There is still time to track them now. Master Han, I am sorry to bother you tonight. I will take my leave first."

Ling Mohui was still upset about his somewhat frivolous behavior before, and just wanted to distance themselves from each other as soon as possible to find peace of mind.

Before Han Zifeng could react, Ling Mo turned around swiftly, jumped onto the spirited horse, and galloped towards the city gate.

The moonlight was dim. Just a few miles out of the city wall of Shanchuan City, the sound of a fierce battle could be heard faintly, piercing through the night and sounding particularly harsh.

Ling Mo turned her horse around and looked closer. It turned out that it was the King of Pingnan who was in a standoff with a group of fierce sand bandits. There were flashes of swords and shadows, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this trip was really unlucky. If she could have set off later, perhaps she could have avoided this unexpected crisis.

Just as she was about to turn her horse around and try to quietly leave the place of trouble, unexpectedly, a sharp-eyed bandit discovered her trail.

In an instant, the bowstring was tightened, and an arrow flew towards her like a meteor. There was no way to avoid it, so Ling Mohui could only dodge left and right in panic, looking extremely embarrassed.

At this critical moment, Wei Ruoming approached swiftly from behind like a god sent from heaven, firmly grasped her collar with one hand, and almost at the same time, pulled her onto his sturdy mount, and the two of them were immediately out of danger.

Ling Mohui was still in shock. She looked back and saw a sharp arrow whizzing past her ear, cutting through the night sky and leaving a heart-pounding trail.

If Wei Ruoming had not acted in time, the consequences would have been disastrous. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart and gratitude welled up in his mind, but before he could express his gratitude, the bandits from all around came in like a tide again and the battle became fierce again.

The capture of the bandit leader by Prince Pingnan provoked a frenzied counterattack by the remaining bandits. In order to rescue their leader, they fought a final desperate battle at all costs.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a uniform sound of horse hooves broke the noise of the battlefield. Fu Yansheng led his elite troops and generals, who descended like gods from the sky, and quickly surrounded the sand bandits, forcing them into a desperate situation.

Faced with the dilemma of being attacked from all sides, the sand bandits finally realized the situation and surrendered one after another.

Fu Yansheng looked solemn and cold. He extended his hand to Ling Mohui and said in an unquestionable tone, "Come down!"

At this moment, Ling Mohui vaguely realized that she was still sitting safely on Wei Ruoming's horse.

She jumped down silently, and as soon as she landed, Fu Yansheng took her away from the scene without any explanation.

"Mo Hui!" Wei Ruoming shouted unwillingly, tightly holding her hand that was about to leave her, "You followed me, so you should naturally go with me!"

Ling Mohui raised a helpless smile and gently broke free: "I have a horse to ride, can't I return on my own?"

Before she finished her words, she wanted to pull away.

However, something unexpected happened. A bandit who seemed to have been subdued suddenly struggled to break free from his restraints, and the sharp sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, heading straight for Wei Ruoming's vitals.

"Prince, be careful!" Ling Mo didn't even think twice and instinctively pulled Wei Ruoming, and the two of them dodged the fatal blow by moving sideways.

Out of self-protection instinct, Wei Ruoming held Ling Mohui tightly in his arms, and the two of them fell to the ground, barely avoiding the sharp attack.

The sword tip with murderous intent deviated from its target and unexpectedly flew towards Fu Yansheng who was not far away. For a moment, the situation was critical.

At this moment when life and death were hanging by a thread, Ling Zhiyun seemed to fall from the sky and resolutely stood in front of Fu Yansheng.

The sword flashed, and the cold sword tip mercilessly pierced Ling Zhiyun's chest, and the blood dyed the night red.

Fu Yansheng reacted quickly, his palm tightly gripping the sword blade, and forcibly stopped the momentum of the sword tip to go deeper, thus protecting himself and avoiding more serious injuries.

The sand bandits were quickly subdued after a brief chaos, and Ling Zhiyun's body leaned weakly in Fu Yansheng's arms, looking extremely weak.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui immediately ran to her sister's side and anxiously checked the wound: "Sister, how do you feel?"

Fortunately, thanks to Fu Yansheng's immediate intervention, the wound, although horrific, was not fatal.

"Don't worry, stop her bleeding first, I'll take care of it."

Ling Mohui was extremely anxious, and her words were full of determination that could not be refuted.

"Don't worry, Ling Mohui, just follow your heart. I will protect her safety."

Fu Yansheng's tone was firm and he would not tolerate any arguments. He hugged the unconscious Ling Zhiyun and left the battlefield without looking back, leaving Ling Mohui standing there with a troubled heart.

Ling Mohui sighed secretly in her heart. That barely audible sigh seemed to contain too much helplessness and compromise.

"Mohui, don't worry too much. Your third sister's injury is not serious. The doctors in the army are very skilled and will definitely find a way to make her recover quickly."

Seeing Ling Mohui in a daze, Wei Ruoming misunderstood her worry and quickly spoke to comfort her.

His voice was gentle and magnetic, like a spring breeze, but it failed to completely dispel the haze in Ling Mohui's heart.

Ling Mohui knew the truth in her heart, and Ling Zhiyun was fine. According to the plot in the original novel, during this journey, Ling Zhiyun and Fu Yansheng experienced the test of life and death together, and their relationship quickly heated up and their feelings became deeper.

Thinking of this, Ling Mohui was secretly anxious. She longed for their relationship to go a step further. In this way, she would have a chance to free herself from the entanglement of the Gu family as soon as possible and find her own free sky.

When Ling Mohui returned to the camp with heavy steps, the military doctor happened to walk out of Ling Zhiyun's tent with a relaxed smile on his face, obviously the treatment was effective.

Ling Mohui hurried forward and asked, "Mr. Military Doctor, how is the young lady in the tent?"

Upon hearing this, the military doctor looked at Ling Mohui gently and replied slowly: "It's nothing serious. Although there are injuries, they are now stable due to timely treatment."

After saying this, he nodded slightly, indicating that everything was fine.

Ling Mohui nodded slightly to express her gratitude. Just as she turned to leave, a breeze inadvertently lifted the curtain of the tent. Through the gap, she accidentally glimpsed the scene inside the tent: Fu Yansheng was concentrating and gently handing the medicine to Ling Zhiyun's lips.