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

Chapter 178 Make up for the debt

"Even if that's the truth, Ling Mohui is not even a fraction as good as Yun'er. Why should she be better than Yun'er?"

Xia Ranran still refused to give in, her voice was sharp and firm.

"How can a woman from another family comment on the affairs of the palace? Is this the family education in your palace?"

Fu Yansheng's words were as cold as ice, and every word was powerful. Not only did they shock Xia Ranran, but they also made other people present feel an inexplicable pressure. Even Ling Mohui was stunned where she was, obviously not expecting things to develop to this point.

Everyone looked at each other, with doubt and confusion in their hearts.

According to common sense, Fu Yansheng should stand on Ling Zhiyun's side, why did he stand on the opposite side this time?

Ling Zhiyun quickly adjusted her mood, trying to ease the sudden embarrassment: "Husband, Ranran just said it unintentionally, and has no ill intentions, please don't misunderstand."

Fu Yansheng glanced at Ling Zhiyun indifferently, with an indescribable indifference in his tone: "It's surprising that Madam Yun can tolerate others looking down on the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

When Ling Zhiyun heard this, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of disbelief, as if she had heard the most incredible thing in the world.

"You...what are you calling me?"

She asked stutteringly, the shock in her heart was beyond words.

These two words were undoubtedly the greatest irony and hurt to her.

Fu Yansheng's call of "Auntie" was like a sharp dagger that pierced her heart accurately. The dignity and status that she had carefully maintained in private seemed to have vanished at this moment.

"I will not pursue this matter any further. I hope it will not happen again."

Fu Yansheng turned his head to avoid meeting Ling Zhiyun's almost pleading gaze. Although his tone was calm, it concealed an unyielding determination.

Ling Zhiyun seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, with anger and disappointment intertwined in her eyes, staring directly at Fu Yansheng: "So, what my husband thinks in his heart is so ruthless."

"It was my fault that I failed to discipline Ran Ran. Her rude words were my fault. If it makes you unhappy, it is my fault and I am willing to accept the punishment."

There was a hint of anger in Ling Zhiyun's words, but they also revealed a proud and unyielding spirit.

A hint of imperceptible annoyance flashed across Fu Yansheng's brows, and he reiterated: "I have made it very clear, there will not be a next time!"

"Don't worry, sir. Since you know you made a mistake, you should accept the punishment. If you are not able to do it yourself, I will go to Yunshan Pavilion and reflect on my mistakes."

After Ling Zhiyun finished speaking, she bowed respectfully to Fu Yansheng, and without waiting for his answer, she turned around resolutely and took heavy steps.

When Xia Ranran saw this, she glared at Ling Mo fiercely, feeling dissatisfied and resentful, and then left unwillingly.

Just when Ling Mohui was about to quietly withdraw from this farce, Fu Yansheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What do you mean?"

Ling Mohui frowned and looked at him with complicated eyes.

"I feel bad for letting you suffer this kind of injustice. If this happens again, don't be patient and tell me directly."

Fu Yansheng's tone was filled with unprecedented tenderness and care.

Ling Mo replied coldly: "Fu Yansheng, don't think that I will be grateful to you for what you did today. I have a good memory, and I will remember everything that happened in the past. Don't think you can get away easily."

Fu Yansheng smiled lightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "You worry too much. I never expect you to let it go immediately. I just want to do my best to make up for what I owe you."

"Mohui, what I missed in the past, I will make up for it step by step with my actions."

Fu Yansheng's words were filled with promises, and every word seemed to echo in the air, making people feel a sense of expectation and hope.

Ling Mohui frowned slightly, a hint of indifference flashed across her eyes, and she slowly broke away from the hands that were trying to keep her, her voice light but firm: "No need, keeping your distance from me is the greatest compensation and respect for me."

After saying this, she turned and left, her skirt fluttering, leaving behind a scene of cold determination.

In the next two days, Ling Zhiyun disappeared from everyone's sight like a breeze, and no trace of her could be found.

"Our Third Miss is more stubborn than a cow. Just because of a few words of reprimand from the adults, she locked herself in that small courtyard and didn't even show her shadow. In the past, even when the adults criticized her severely, she had never been seen so childishly angry. Isn't this obviously making things difficult for herself?"

The personal maid murmured quietly, her eyes full of confusion.

Ling Mohui smiled faintly when she heard this. She pursed her lips gently, and a complex expression flashed in her eyes: "Ling Zhiyun's temperament has not been formed overnight. The root cause is actually the indulgence and doting of her family. And after marriage, Fu Yansheng has been even more tolerant of her."

Having said this, she sighed inwardly, feeling that the world is unpredictable.

But from now on, that endless indulgence may finally become a thing of the past.

Fu Yansheng actually blamed Ling Zhiyun because of herself, which was completely beyond Ling Mohui's expectations.

You know, in the original storyline, Ling Zhiyun is the undisputed heroine and the focus of all the attention and love.

This sudden change made Ling Mohui feel that the direction of the plot became increasingly confusing and full of unpredictable changes.

The news of Ling Zhiyun's house arrest spread quickly throughout the streets and alleys within a few days as if it had wings.

According to rumors, Ling Mohui used her status as the principal wife to bully her own sister, and she used all means possible to gain more favor.

Ling Mohui didn't need to think too much about such rumors, because she knew very well that the person behind them was most likely Ling Zhiyun.

Even if she didn't do it herself, she must be the manipulator behind the scenes.

On this day, Ling Mo went out to inspect her own shop. After taking care of the chores, she slowly walked into the gate of the mansion in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Before she could stand firmly on her feet, she was hugged tightly by a little maid who rushed out in panic. Her little hands were trembling, as if filled with infinite fear and a cry for help.

The maid Ling Mo recognized her at a glance. It was Chuntao, the smart maid who was very close to Ling Zhiyun.

Her appearance unconsciously aroused a hint of vigilance in Ling Mohui's clear eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Ling Mo looked back at Chun Tao, with a hint of unconscious vigilance in her tone.

After all, as Ling Zhiyun's personal maid, her meticulous mind and cautious actions always make people have to be more cautious.

Chun Tao's tears fell on her clothes like pearls from a broken string. She looked so pitiful, "Madam, please have mercy on me and let my aunt leave that lonely courtyard. She has been imprisoned for three whole days without a drop of water or a grain of rice. How can she endure this?"