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

"Everyone, this is my good friend, Mr. Han. His business empire is spread all over Dayu. He is an absolute business genius. Brother Han, let me introduce you to Mr. Fu from the court, and these two beautiful and dignified women, Miss Ling and Miss Yuan."

Han Zifeng had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes moved around Ling Mohui, full of deep meaning: "Master Fu, this Miss Ling?"

Fu Yansheng kept his distance from Ling Mohui from beginning to end and never formally recognized her, which made the outsider Hu Yanlu unaware of the entanglement and subtlety between them.

Ling Mohui keenly caught the strangeness in Han Zifeng's eyes, and hurriedly gave him a warning look, hoping to stop the words that were about to come out of her mouth. However, Han Zifeng seemed to ignore her hint intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Hu may not know yet, but Miss Ling and I have an indissoluble bond." There is an intriguing story hidden in Han Zifeng's words.

"Oh? This is really a fate!"

Hu Yanlu also showed surprise and joy, and seemed shocked by this sudden information.

Han Zifeng picked up a piece of meat for Ling Mohui, and his words were full of concern: "Miss Ling, the harsh environment of the northern frontier is not as gentle as the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. You have lost a lot of weight. You need to eat more to replenish your body."

On the other side, Master Xu also took the opportunity to pick up some food for Yuan Fangfang, his actions revealing a delicate care.

Fu Yansheng took a sip of wine and then calmly put down the glass. That subtle movement silently distanced him from the laughter and joy around him, and the atmosphere at the table fell into silence for a moment.

Hu Yanlu was very smart and immediately felt the subtle change in the air. He hurriedly picked up a piece of food for Fu Yansheng with chopsticks, thinking secretly in his heart that the temperament of this Lord Fu was really unpredictable.

In order to ease the sudden embarrassment, Hu Yanlu quickly changed the subject: "Have you two girls just returned from the distant northern frontier? You must have been very tired from the journey."

Yuan Fangfang nodded gently in response: "Yes, we have always been with Prince Wei."

Mrs. Hu maintained a gentle smile throughout the whole process. Although she did not say anything, her occasional glances at Fu Yansheng seemed to silently reveal some secret emotional connection. All this did not escape Ling Mohui's keen observation.

After the dinner, as soon as Ling Mohui stepped out of the cafeteria, she was pulled to a secluded corner by Fu Yansheng.

"Fu Yansheng, what's wrong with you again!" Ling Mohui struggled unhappily, trying to break free from his restraints.

Fu Yansheng's voice was very low, and every word was as cold as ice: "Ling Mohui, I warn you, this place is not suitable for you to stay for a long time, leave the Hu Mansion immediately, do you hear me clearly?"

"Who do you think you are? Why do you care about me? Why should you bother worrying about my whereabouts?" Ling Mohui frowned and retorted.

Fu Yansheng's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Ling Mo, come back!"

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a gentle voice came from the corridor, breaking the tension.

"Miss Ling, the spring is beautiful, why don't you go to the garden together to enjoy the beauty of the flowers?" The speaker was Han Zifeng.

Ling Mo looked back with a gleam in her eyes and quickly replied: "I'll be there right away!"

Fu Yansheng would not let her escape so easily. He grabbed her wrist tightly with such force that Ling Mohui frowned, "Ling Mohui, how dare you!"

Ling Mohui's anger rose, and she pushed him away with force, her expression stern, "Master Fu, please respect yourself! As an important official in the court, etiquette cannot be abandoned."

Her words were powerful, and then she turned around resolutely, with only a determined back left behind as her skirt swayed.

Just as Fu Yansheng was about to take a step forward to chase after her, he happened to meet Mrs. Hu who had just walked out of the room.

Mrs. Hu asked with a gentle look, "Prime Minister Fu, what brings you to such a hurry? You seem to be worried about something."

Fu Yansheng smiled perfunctorily, but his eyes were searching for Ling Mohui's figure inadvertently, "Nothing, just because of the tiredness of the journey."

After he finished speaking, he looked up, but Ling Mohui was no longer in his sight, and only the end of the empty corridor remained.

At this time, Ling Mohui had already followed Han Zifeng into the side courtyard.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which is completely different from the solemn atmosphere of the main courtyard.

"Han Zifeng, don't tell me that your previous behavior was just a coincidence. How can you provoke a person like Fu Yansheng casually?"

Ling Mohui lowered her voice, sounding a warning.

Han Zifeng sat down leisurely, glanced sideways and chuckled, "Ling Mohui, have you ever studied Mrs. Hu's background?"

Ling Mohui frowned, looking quite puzzled, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Han Zifeng said calmly: "She is Zhang Yueying."

As soon as the two words came out, vague memories surged in Ling Mohui's mind, and the woman who was mentioned lightly in the original novel gradually became clear.

"The daughter of the Zhang family?" Ling Mohui's tone was a little more cautious, trying to confirm this shocking information.

Han Zifeng nodded gently, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, "Yes, Zhang Xiyue's half-sister. Three years ago, the Zhang family suffered a sudden change. In order to keep the family alive, Zhang Yueying voluntarily married far away in Ping'an County."

"In comparison, Mrs. Hu's manners are elegant, far superior to Zhang Xiyue's." Ling Mohui commented.

Han Zifeng smiled gently, "Of course, otherwise how could I attract someone as picky as Fu Yansheng."

The entanglement between Fu Yansheng and Zhang Yueying caused waves of ups and downs in Ling Mohui's heart.

Han Zifeng explained slowly, "There are many rumors circulating in the business community. It is said that Fu Yansheng and this concubine of the Zhang family once had a deep relationship and even talked about marriage."

"If it weren't for the intervention of your General's Mansion, they might have already had many children and enjoyed the happiness of a happy family."

Ling Mohui suddenly realized that Fu Yansheng's special feelings for Ling Zhiyun turned out to be his obsession with the white moonlight in his heart, and he regarded her as a substitute.

The book only gives a brief description of Zhang Yueying, but it is enough to give people a sense of the story behind her.

Fu Yansheng has an unforgettable white moonlight in his heart, and also has an unforgettable cinnabar mole. He is indeed a person with complicated emotions.

The original owner's three years of dedication ultimately turned out to be nothing but a mirage.

"Given Fu Yansheng's personality, how could he let go easily? Even if he can't marry her openly, he must keep her by his side. How could Zhang Yueying leave the capital and marry far away in Ping'an County?" Ling Mohui was full of doubts.

Han Zifeng gently spread his hands, looking helpless, "It's hard for outsiders to know the twists and turns of this. If you are really curious, why don't you just ask Fu Yansheng himself?"

His proposal, seemingly easy, actually led to another unknown mystery.

Ling Mohui raised the corner of her mouth slightly, curled her lips with a bit of disdain, and said in a carefree tone: "I won't look for things to do, so as not to bring trouble to myself for no reason and ask for trouble."