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

Chapter 186 The Last Section

When Fu Yansheng saw Ling Mohui and Han Zifeng walking side by side, his face instantly turned gloomy.

He walked forward quickly, trying to hold Ling Mohui's hand in a tone that seemed calm but could not suppress his nervousness: "If you want to participate, just tell me directly."

However, Ling Mohui quickly broke free from his hand. Her eyes were firm, and she walked towards Han Zifeng calmly, saying softly, "No need. I came here at the invitation of Manor Master Han. It has nothing to do with you."

Then she suggested: "Why don't we look somewhere else!"

The tone contains both a rejection of the status quo and an expectation for future exploration.

Fu Yansheng frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Ling Mohui's behavior. He was about to chase after her, but was held tightly by Ling Zhiyun.

Ling Zhiyun's eyes showed both worry for her brother and helplessness about the current situation. She seemed to be telling Fu Yansheng in this way that now was not a good time to argue.

"My dear husband, you know that His Majesty is here today. My sister's mood is always unpredictable. I hope you can consider the overall situation and not let this festive occasion be tainted with embarrassment."

Ling Zhiyun spoke softly, her words full of tenderness and concern, and her jade-like eyes sparkled with a pleading light.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's brows twisted into a knot and a barely perceptible bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Even though he was extremely reluctant, he knew that this was not the right time to act rashly.

In this world of power and intrigue, the words "sharing happiness with the people" seem particularly ironic, especially under Ling Mohui's keen eyes. Behind those high-sounding words lies a deep gap between officials and the people.

His Majesty's trip was not so much about caring for the people's livelihood as it was about seeking indulgence and enjoyment away from the constraints of the palace.

Soon, on a few small boats, the graceful dancers floated in front of the seat of Emperor Song An like fairies receiving orders, and presented a series of carefully choreographed songs and dances.

That scene of so-called love between the emperor and the empress was nothing more than a shadow play performed in front of everyone, and no one could discern the true feelings behind it.

Ling Mohui stood alone on the side of the boat, letting the cool river breeze brush across her cheeks, bringing a moment of tranquility and freedom.

Just as she was immersed in the comfort of nature, the river bank suddenly became noisy and a burst of rapid shouts broke the original tranquility.

"The Queen is here!"

Several guards followed a speeding ship, shouting with a hint of nervousness and awe.

Emperor An of Song Dynasty was not able to stay out of this sudden incident. He immediately ordered the boat to stop, and all the laughter and joy came to an abrupt end along with the sudden stop of the music.

All the ministers on the ship were silent, fearing that they would become the center of the storm if they were not careful.

The queen walked gracefully up to the second floor of the cabin, followed by the crisp sound of broken porcelain. She then went downstairs with a solemn face and left in a hurry without stopping, leaving behind only the anxious figure of Emperor Song An following closely behind.

With the emperor's departure, the banquet seemed to have lost its soul and became silent.

"So, this drama is over, and I should leave now."

Ling Mohui's voice was filled with helplessness, announcing her farewell to this hypocritical feast.

Han Zifeng seemed to have long been accustomed to such changes in scene, and said lightly: "Why don't you stay here for a while? The scenery on the river is quite unique."

"No need, I really should leave."

Ling Mo's answer was firm and straightforward.

As soon as she stepped onto the shore, Ling Mohui's steps were stopped by Fu Yansheng's powerful hand.

When she was about to protest, Fu Yansheng quickly covered her mouth and pulled her into the shade of a nearby tree.

Almost at the same time, Ling Zhiyun, with an anxious look on her face, hurried past their hiding place not far away and headed quickly towards an unknown direction.

Ling Mohui glared at Fu Yansheng in dissatisfaction until her sister's figure completely disappeared from her sight. She suddenly broke free and asked, "You men, your temper changes faster than turning the pages of a book. Hasn't Ling Zhiyun always been in your heart? How can you abandon her so easily now?"

Fu Yansheng tried to hold her hand again, but Ling Mohui cleverly avoided it.

There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes that was hard to hide: "We are about to get divorced, can't you walk with me and share this last part of the journey?"

Ling Mohui's eyes sparkled when she heard this: "You mean, you are finally willing to hand over the divorce agreement to me?"

Fu Yansheng took her hand and said with a wry smile: "Look at how happy you are."

For the sake of the divorce certificate that symbolizes freedom, although Ling Mohui is unwilling, she can only reluctantly accompany him and continue to move forward.

But as the night grew darker, the streets were deserted and their steps seemed unusually lonely.

Fu Yansheng held her hand tightly all the time and walked in front of her. The moonlight was bright, making his back look particularly lonely. Between them, there was a long period of silent understanding and silence.

Just as they were about to arrive at the Prime Minister's residence, a silver light suddenly flashed across the night sky, and a group of mysterious people in black clothes descended from the sky like ghosts, breaking the tranquility.

Ling Mohui's heart trembled. Obviously, these people couldn't wait any longer.

Fu Yansheng left the ship alone without any guards by his side. The situation was critical and not optimistic.

"Quick, go back home and call for help!"

Fu Yansheng pushed Ling Mo back with all his strength, his eyes full of determination.

Ling Mo looked back at Fu Yansheng, and without any hesitation, she turned and ran towards the Prime Minister's Mansion, praying in her heart that there was enough time.

Fu Yansheng protected himself with the hidden weapons on his body, and with his agility he quickly eliminated the several men in black who were besieging him, buying precious time for Ling Mohui.

"Someone come quickly! Come and help!"

Ling Mohui ran while shouting for help. In a panic, she accidentally fell on the threshold of the mansion and felt a sharp pain in her knee.

The door of the mansion burst open at her shout, and the servants and guards inside responded and started a fierce confrontation with the group of sudden men in black.

In this chaos and crisis, the fate of the two, as well as the peace of the Prime Minister's Mansion, are hanging by a thread.

A sharp blade suddenly cut a long gash on the side of Fu Yansheng's neck, and blood slowly oozed out. The situation was critical, and the fire of life seemed to be swaying in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.

Ling Mohui's heart suddenly tightened. Seeing that she was only one step away from separation, she unexpectedly had the thought of not wanting him to encounter misfortune.

At this critical moment, Xuanwu and Mo Yi arrived almost at the same time, like a gust of wind in the dark night, and quickly and carefully helped the weak Fu Yansheng towards the gate of the mansion.

"Are you ok?"

Fu Yansheng endured the pain in his throat and staggered but firmly walked towards Ling Mohui. His eyes were full of anxiety, and every inch of his gaze was carefully checking her safety.