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

Chapter 193 Entanglement

Emperor Wuzong knew very well that apart from Deng Guiping, no one could match Fu Yansheng in strategy. Therefore, even though he had heard of Deng Guiping's acceptance of bribes, he only glossed over it in order to maintain the delicate balance in the court.

Fu Yansheng's face was as gloomy as water. He turned and left the Shengxin Palace, while Deng Guiping followed closely behind him with a bit of pride and leisure.

Before leaving, he teased Fu Yansheng: "Fu Shoufu, I heard that you were slightly injured a few days ago? I am well-informed. But now that you have recovered, I am relieved."

Although his voice was shrill, it was the only thing Ling Mohui could feel about him that was consistent with the traditional impression of a eunuch.

Fu Yansheng did not respond, but pulled Ling Mohui and strode towards the palace gate, his back looking firm and lonely.

…On the other side, Ling Mohui had just stepped into Bailingxuan and wanted to take a short rest, but unexpectedly she was soon summoned to the study.

A complex emotion surged in her heart, both nervousness and anticipation. Could it be that Fu Yansheng had finally decided to write the divorce letter that she had been looking forward to day and night?

With her heart beating fast, Ling Mohui hurriedly ordered her maids Mo Hua and Mo Qi to pack their bags. Her eyes were shining with irrepressible excitement, as if the dawn of freedom was just ahead, waiting for her to take that final step.

Inside the study, Fu Yansheng was concentrating and holding his breath, writing stroke by stroke on the paper. That was the divorce letter that would decide the fate of the two.

The handwriting is neat and powerful, and every stroke seems to carry a heavy emotion.

After writing, he carefully put the divorce letter into the envelope. Just as he was sealing it, Ling Mohui's expectant figure quietly appeared at the door of the study.

"Letter of divorce!"

Ling Mohui's heart skipped a beat. These two words were like the sound of nature. They were the relief she had longed for and thought about day and night.

Ling Mohui's face was filled with joy like a flower blooming in spring. She gently placed a kiss on the thin divorce letter, her voice full of relief and excitement: "Thank you, Fu Yansheng! I really have to leave, you don't have to see me off!"

After she finished speaking, her figure was as light as the wind, and with an unprecedented sense of freedom, she disappeared in Fu Yansheng's astonished eyes.

"Ling Mohui, you..."

Fu Yansheng wanted to say something but stopped himself. He only saw the resolute figure gradually disappearing into the distance, feeling mixed emotions.

Ling Mohui's steps as she left were extremely resolute, as if every step was announcing a complete break with the past.

When they got home, Mo Hua and Mo Qi were busy and orderly packing their luggage. Packages of all sizes were piled by the door, revealing a hurried atmosphere of an impending departure.

Outside the door, the sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, adding a touch of subtle tenderness to the farewell scene.

When Ling Zhiyun heard about this, she hurried over out of curiosity, wanting to witness this scene with her own eyes.

The long-term open and secret struggles with Ling Mohui made her unable to miss the final result.

She pretended to be concerned and said, "Sister! Divorcing your husband is a serious matter. If necessary, I can help you plead with your husband. Maybe there is still room for maneuver!"

However, it was difficult to conceal a hint of gloating and a deliberate display of magnanimity in his words.

Ling Mohui knew what was going on, and with a faint smile on her face, she responded, "I appreciate your kindness, but I've had enough of the days in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Don't worry, I won't come back to fight with you."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and gently urged Mo Hua and Mo Qi to speed up, her eyes flashing with longing for a new life.

At this moment, Zhang also rushed over after hearing the news, her face full of anxiety: "Mo Hui! What's going on? Why are you leaving so suddenly?"

She tried to persuade him anxiously, "Yan Sheng must have acted on impulse. I will go talk to him!"

Ling Mo looked back at her mother, feeling a surge of warmth and reluctance in her heart, but she had made up her mind to leave.

"Mom, Fu Yansheng and I have already discussed this matter, so don't worry about it."

In this family, her feelings for Zhang far outweigh any emotional entanglement with Fu Yansheng.

Just as everyone's emotions were fluctuating, Fu Yansheng appeared at the end of the corridor with big strides. His expression was unreadable, making people wonder whether he had changed his mind.

Ling Mohui's heart tightened, and she became more determined to leave as soon as possible.

"Mom, let's talk about this in detail some other day. I will definitely invite you to visit my new home in the future!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Mohui quickly turned around and stepped onto the long-awaited carriage, leaving everyone with a resolute back.

"Ling Mohui! Stop right there!"

Fu Yansheng's voice echoed in the air, carrying an unquestionable command.

Seeing this, Ling Zhiyun hurried forward to stop her: "Husband, my sister has made up her mind, I really can't persuade her!"

She held Fu Yansheng tightly, not letting him get close.

Fu Yansheng frowned and said angrily: "Let go!"

He struggled to break free from Ling Zhiyun, strode to the carriage, and with a stretch of his hand, he pulled Ling Mohui out of the carriage.

Ling Mohui shook off Fu Yansheng's hand in dissatisfaction, her eyes full of confusion and displeasure: "What do you want? Fu Yansheng! Didn't you write the divorce letter yourself? Why are you trying to stop me?"

"Look at what's written inside first!"

There was a hint of urgency in Fu Yansheng's voice.

Ling Mohui opened the divorce letter in her hand nonchalantly, but the moment her eyes touched the paper, she was stunned.

Ling Zhiyun's name was clearly written on the letter paper, not his own.

"This, this isn't for me? Why is Ling Zhiyun's name written on it?"

Ling Mohui was so surprised that she almost lost her voice.

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhiyun, who was standing next to her, staggered and almost fell to the ground, her face pale. It was obvious that she was also shocked by this sudden turn of events and was at a loss as to what to do.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng held Ling Mohui's hand tightly, his eyes firm and affectionate: "I have long planned to separate from Yun'er. What I really want is to spend my life with you, Ling Mohui, and grow old together!"

His oath echoed in the air, and it seemed that even the air around him became warmed by this sincere emotion.

"you……"

Ling Mohui was so angry that her face turned pale. For a moment, thousands of words were stuck in her throat, as if even breathing had become difficult. "You divorced her, so what am I, Ling Mohui, in your eyes?"

Her voice trembled slightly, filled with anger and a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

"I just wanted to tell you that I have decided to dissolve my marriage with Yun'er. I didn't expect you to just turn around and run away with the divorce letter!"

Fu Yansheng's voice was filled with helplessness and urgency, as if he was making an excuse or explaining the sudden decision.

Ling Mohui suddenly shook off Fu Yansheng's tightly grasped hand, with disbelief flashing in her eyes: "Who would have thought that you would let go of Ling Zhiyun and come to pester me at all costs!"

As she spoke, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable.