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

Ling Mohui tried to break the dullness in the tent with a relaxed tone, with some teasing mixed in her words, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

Yuan Fangfang's cheeks flushed, and she smiled shyly, "Don't make fun of me, Master Xu is really a gentleman. After the misunderstanding was resolved, he quietly escorted me back, keeping a proper distance along the way."

After she finished speaking, her eyes sparkled with approval and gratitude towards Master Xu, as if everything that happened that night was so beautiful and a little mysterious.

Ling Mohui nodded slightly, with a hint of curiosity and concern between her brows, "He should know that you are already engaged. So, what good strategy does he have to deal with this seemingly irreversible marriage?"

Yuan Fangfang's eyes flashed with complexity, but her voice was firm and unnoticeable: "He said that he would try his best to find a solution. After all, although the marriage between me and the Zeng family has been put on the agenda, it has not yet been settled, so there is always room for a turnaround."

Looking at the hope in Yuan Fangfang's eyes, Ling Mohui prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Mr. Xu could really become the one who breaks the impasse as he said, and lead Yuan Fangfang to escape the tragic fate destined in the original work.

Changing the topic, Yuan Fangfang asked softly, "By the way, it's been rumored recently that Ling Zhiyun was injured because of Fu Yansheng. Could it be that between the two of them..."

Ling Mohui said nothing when she heard this, but a complex expression emerged on her face, which contained both subtle sadness and a bit of relief, making it difficult to guess her inner world.

Seeing this, Yuan Fangfang cleverly changed the subject and comforted her warmly: "Mohui, you don't have to worry too much. Even if Fu Yansheng is gone, you still have me and the prince. How can we, the Three Musketeers of the capital, just break up like that!"

Ling Mohui couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "You call yourselves the Three Musketeers!"

Then, Yuan Fangfang suggested going out for some fresh air, and Ling Mohui quietly signaled for silence, pointing her finger quietly at the movement outside the tent, with a look of vigilance in her eyes.

Yuan Fangfang understood what he meant and smiled slyly: "Leave it to me, we can just sneak out quietly!"

Relying on Yuan Fangfang's first-class escape skills, the two of them left the camp quietly in a short while.

As they walked, Ling Mohui asked with a hint of worry: "Fangfang, is that maid okay? What if Fu Yansheng finds out that it wasn't me..."

Yuan Fangfang gently patted the back of Ling Mohui's hand to reassure her: "Don't worry, Fu Yansheng's mind is all on Ling Zhiyun, how can he care about others. We are just going out for a while, nothing will happen."

As soon as she left the camp, Ling Mohui's attention was attracted by a tall figure. Wei Ruoming was holding the reins, waiting quietly by the official road, with three strong horses accompanying him.

The three men jumped onto their horses and galloped away in the desert with billowing yellow sand like the wind.

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the three finally arrived at the brightly lit Shanchuan City.

The city of Shanchuan is more bustling than usual this night. Crowds of people are surging in the streets and alleys, and smiling faces hidden under various masks form a unique landscape of this city.

"These two days are the sacrificial celebrations. We arrived at the right time. There will also be sacrificial performances in the evening. It will be wonderful!"

Yuan Fangfang introduced as she walked, her excitement evident in her words.

Suddenly, Wei Ruoming's voice came from behind. Ling Mo turned around and saw a fierce ghost face close at hand. It was Wei Ruoming's little prank.

Afterwards, Wei Ruoming gently put an exquisite fox mask on Ling Mohui's face, smiling lovingly, "I give it to you."

"Thank you." Ling Mohui accepted it gladly, her smile warm and bright.

Yuan Fangfang pretended to be angry and said coquettishly, "Why is the prince so partial to Mohui? Where is my mask?"

Wei Ruoming responded jokingly: "Don't you have Master Xu? Let him choose for you!"

After saying that, Yuan Fangfang deliberately snorted, and when she turned around, she happened to meet Master Xu who was wearing a silver mask.

Master Xu handed her a lively rabbit mask, and the dissatisfaction on Yuan Fangfang's face was immediately replaced by joy.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui's lips curled up into a helpless yet warm smile. She was truly happy for Yuan Fangfang's easy-to-satisfy happiness.

As night fell, the sacrificial procession was about to begin. Ling Mohui curiously asked, "Which god is this sacrifice for?"

A local resident nearby answered enthusiastically: "I can tell at a glance that you are a friend who has come from afar. We hold a grand Water God Festival every year in Shanchuan City. There is drought here all year round, and people offer sacrifices to the Water God, praying for good weather and abundant water in the coming year. This is the simplest and most sincere expectation for life."

Later, the wizard, who is revered as the embodiment of wisdom and mystery, will walk through the crowded crowd and use his eyes that seem to be able to see into souls to select a lucky woman as a sacrifice to the gods.

This chosen woman not only gained supreme honor, but was also given the protection of the gods. From then on, her family would be immersed in a harmonious atmosphere, and her life would be like the water kissed by the moon goddess, calm, peaceful and smooth.

Ling Mohui raised her lips to a gentle smile, her eyes flickering with recognition of this ancient ritual: "The meaning is indeed beautiful, and it embodies people's infinite yearning for a happy life."

"Yes, which young woman in the city doesn't dream of this moment? Once you become the favorite of God, after the festival, the threshold of your home will be trampled by endless suitors!"

The speaker's eyes were full of longing for the future, and his words were filled with desire for this honor.

The crowd was immersed in the reverie of this mysterious ritual, as if even the air was filled with a sacred and tense atmosphere.

The sacrificial procession advanced slowly to the sound of low drums. People on both sides were dressed in festive costumes, with solemn expressions and clasped hands, praying devoutly to the gods in the sky, hoping that their blessings could be carried by the wind to the distant horizon.

Ling Mohui hid in the dense crowd, silently observing the wizard's ancient and mysterious ritual with a bit of curiosity and awe.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappled onto the wizard's solemn face. At this moment, the wizard's eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate the mist of fate, fixed on Ling Mohui, and his fingers slowly rose, as if pointed by destiny.

The women around him cast complicated looks at him, with envy, jealousy, and a hint of worry about an unknown fate.

"It's you, go and accept this honor!" someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, his words full of envy.

"What enviable luck!" other voices echoed.

Ling Mohui was shocked, but before she could think about it, her body was pushed by the enthusiastic crowd and walked step by step towards the altar that was both sacred and unsettling.