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

Ling Zhiyun's face was filled with happiness, and her bright eyes seemed to accidentally glance at Ling Mohui at the door, but she seemed completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Ling Mohui didn't think much about Ling Zhiyun's thoughts. For her, the target was always Fu Yansheng. As for other trivial matters, as long as they had nothing to do with her, she was not willing to worry too much about them.

Returning to her deserted tent, Ling Mohui was about to go to bed to relieve the day's fatigue, but suddenly, a cold night wind blew through the door, bringing with it a sense of foreboding.

"Ling Mohui! Are you still thinking about sleeping at this time?"

Fu Yansheng's voice came from outside the door, and with obvious dissatisfaction, he strode into the tent.

Ling Mohui sat up unhappily, rubbing her temples which were aching from fatigue, and asked with a slightly sarcastic tone: "I won't sleep, do you want me to stand guard at the door and watch your sweet interaction?"

Fu Yansheng's face was gloomy, and his voice was low and powerful: "After all, she is your biological sister. Now she is injured, how can you not take care of her?"

Ling Mo curled her lips and said sarcastically: "I originally planned to go and take a look, but someone didn't allow me to do so."

"How dare you bring that up!" Fu Yansheng's voice suddenly turned cold, like a chilly winter wind. "If you hadn't been so determined to protect Wei Ruoming, how could the assassin have changed his target and attacked me, causing Zhiyun to get injured while trying to save me? All of this is ultimately your fault."

Ling Mohui smiled bitterly, feeling mixed emotions: "Is it wrong to save people?"

"There were so many soldiers around at the time. Why did you, a woman, choose to stand up?"

Fu Yansheng tightly grasped Ling Mohui's wrist, his eyes were icy cold, like ten thousand years of ice, "Do you care about him so much? Are you willing to risk your life for him?"

Facing Fu Yansheng's questioning, Ling Mohui suddenly struggled to break free, with an unquestionable firmness in her tone: "What are you talking about? It's just a piece of cake for me to help the prince."

"Then why don't you come and rescue me?"

Fu Yansheng was very emotional and pushed her down on the bed. His eyes burning with anger seemed to see through her heart.

"I already said I did it by chance, Fu Yansheng, what are you dissatisfied with?"

An inexplicable emotion surged in Ling Mohui's heart, but when her eyes met the anger rising in Fu Yansheng's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a chill running down her spine. She desperately wanted to escape from this vortex full of misunderstandings and conflicts.

"I have something else to do. I have to go see my sister."

Ling Mohui thought quickly and found a seemingly impeccable excuse. A cunning light flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly slipped away from Fu Yansheng's calm and steady figure, with a bit of urgency and uneasiness in her steps.

As she stepped into the tent, a warm and slightly damp breath hit her in the face, and she saw Ling Zhiyun's eyes full of expectation and dependence. But when she recognized that it was only Ling Mohui who came in, her little face suddenly dimmed.

Ling Mohui slowly stepped forward, her tone calm and gentle, "Are you unhappy to see me?"

Ling Zhiyun shook her head gently, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Sister, you were so frightened at night, shouldn't you stay here with me more and make yourself feel more at ease?"

After she finished speaking, the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, revealing a hint of grievance.

"I'm worried about you."

Ling Mohui said as she sat down on the bed, "Your body is weaker than the average person, and you risked your life to block the sword for Fu Yansheng. It really makes me feel sorry for you."

As she spoke, her eyes swept across Ling Zhiyun's thin shoulders, full of heartache.

Ling Zhiyun's eyes flickered, as if there were thousands of words stuck in her throat, which eventually turned into a whisper: "Sister, even if that person rushed towards you last night, I would still stand in front of him."

After saying this, her eyes suddenly drifted towards a corner of the tent, as if her unfinished business was hidden there.

"I can handle it myself. If something happens to you, won't my parents blame me for not taking good care of you?"

Ling Mohui sighed softly, her words containing both blame and reluctance.

Until late at night, Ling Zhiyun finally fell into sleep, and the sound of her even breathing was particularly clear in the quiet tent.

Only then was Ling Mohui able to lie down on the table, close her tired eyes, and briefly escape from all the chaos.

However, as the morning light appeared and the sky just turned pale, Ling Mohui was awakened by a stern and anxious shout, as if it was a sudden confrontation between dream and reality.

"Ling Mohui! Is this how you take care of people?"

Ling Mohui stood up suddenly. In front of her was Fu Yansheng's anxious figure. He touched Ling Zhiyun's forehead with his fingers and frowned, "You have a fever!"

Ling Mohui hurriedly reached out her hand, and the heat her fingertips felt confirmed Fu Yansheng's words: "It's really burning!"

"It must be caused by wound infection." Ling Mohui wanted to go forward to check the heart-wrenching wound, but was blocked by Fu Yansheng's strong arm. His eyes were firm and unquestionable: "No, the military doctor will be here soon, you can go out first."

Ling Mohui frowned, dissatisfaction and confusion intertwined in her heart: "Fu Yansheng, what do you mean by this? It was you who asked me to look after people, and now you are suspicious. What do you think of me? Am I the kind of person who can be ordered around at will?"

"That's enough! If anything happens to Zhiyun, I'll see how you'll explain it to the elders at home!"

Fu Yansheng's cold response was like a cold wind passing through, without a trace of mercy.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, the hurried footsteps of a military doctor were heard outside the tent, interrupting this fruitless argument.

Ling Mohui turned around and left without any hesitation, with a barely perceptible determination hidden in her back.

"The wound inflammation is my fault, it's inexplicable!"

Ling Mohui muttered to herself in her heart. Not long after she returned to the tent, soldiers came to monitor her according to Fu Yansheng's orders. She couldn't help but laugh, and an inexplicable sadness and irony surged in her heart.

Do I look so untrustworthy that I have to be so cautious?

What do you mean? Are you really afraid that she will just leave?

Ling Mohui felt both amused and annoyed in her heart, and fell headfirst onto the soft bed. The exhaustion from not getting a moment's sleep last night finally found an outlet at this moment, and she took this opportunity to fall into a deep sleep, letting her tired body find a little comfort.

When she woke up, it was already noon. The soldiers outside the tent told her that Ling Zhiyun's high fever had subsided, and she felt relieved.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng was staying close to Ling Zhiyun. His concentration and care made Ling Mohui feel mixed emotions.

She was full of energy and wanted only to go out for some fresh air to give her mind a moment of freedom, but the figure at the door of the tent was like an invisible shackle, making it impossible for her to move forward.

Just when Ling Mohui was feeling distressed and had no way to vent her worries, Yuan Fangfang's visit was like a breeze that blew away the haze in her heart.

"Fangfang, you're finally back! How was your conversation with Master Xu last night?"