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

Chapter 163 Her methods are dishonorable

"Okay, we sisters haven't seen each other for a long time, let's go inside and have a good chat!"

Ling Zhiyun displayed her magnanimity and composure. She held Xia Ranran, who looked unwilling, with one hand, and gently pushed open the door with the other hand, and walked into the house, as if she wanted to temporarily seal all the entanglements and unhappiness outside the door.

Just as the two women were whispering in the room, Fu Yansheng's followers called out from downstairs, interrupting their unfinished conversation.

Xia Yunfeng, the prefect of Anzhou, got the news and rushed over. When he saw Ling Mohui, he greeted her politely, "This must be the wife of the Prime Minister. I have heard of her fame for a long time. Seeing her today, I find that she is indeed worthy of her reputation!"

Ling Mohui nodded slightly in response, her voice cold and polite: "Prefect Xia!"

The word "simple" contains all the responses to this encounter.

"Dad, this is Yun'er, the one I often mention, my most intimate friend!"

As Xia Ranran spoke, she eagerly pulled Ling Zhiyun over, as if she was afraid to miss any second to introduce their precious friendship.

Xia Yunfeng, who has experienced the ups and downs of officialdom for many years, is well versed in the rules, both explicit and implicit.

In his heart, he couldn't help but blame Xia Ranran for being so straightforward in this situation, but his years of social skills made him remain expressionless. He just nodded slightly to Ling Zhiyun. The sense of distance in his politeness was like a thin layer of ice in winter, which was hard to ignore.

Ling Zhiyun felt this subtle chill, but could only force a smile, trying to maintain the joy that a good friend should have while not revealing the slightest dissatisfaction or embarrassment.

Behind that smile that he tried so hard to maintain, there was an imperceptible tenacity and helplessness.

Xia Ranran seemed to be even more unhappy than Ling Zhiyun, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were flashing with confusion and dissatisfaction with her father's attitude.

"We will be temporarily accommodated here. The Prime Minister and his wives will stay here for the next few days. Yun'er, if you have any needs, please let me know."

Xia Yunfeng's tone was gentle and considerate, trying to make up for the alienation he had just felt.

As the carriage slowly started moving towards the mansion, Xia Ranran couldn't help but complain in the carriage: "Dad, why were you so cold to Yun'er just now? This makes Yun'er and I embarrassed."

Xia Yunfeng looked solemn, and whispered, "You don't know that Ling Zhiyun is a concubine in name only. With the principal wife in front of her, how can a concubine be too dazzling? This concerns my career, do you understand?"

Xia Ranran pouted and retorted: "Yun'er is not an ordinary person. She comes from a general's family and is also the daughter of a famous family's wife. Why should she be inferior to others?"

Xia Yunfeng shook his head and sighed, "Since she was born as the principal wife, she is willing to be a concubine and compete with her sister for that little bit of favor. Isn't this degrading her status? Who can she blame?"

"Dad, you are so biased! You always side with Ling Mo! But the means Ling Mo uses are known to be dishonorable, and Yun'er is the one that the Prime Minister truly holds in his heart!"

Xia Ranran's righteous face reveals her persistence in seeking the truth.

Xia Yunfeng's eyes moved slightly when he heard this: "Are you serious?"

"It's absolutely true! Yun'er said it herself, it's not false!"

Xia Ranran's eyes were firm and unquestionable.

Xia Yunfeng nodded half-believingly, his heart filled with turbulence.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the mansion, it unexpectedly met an army messenger.

"what happened?"

Xia Yunfeng walked quickly forward and asked anxiously.

A deputy general in armor and with a heroic appearance replied: "The prince of Wei was accidentally injured, so he was specially sent to your residence to recuperate. I hope that Governor Xia can take good care of him."

Xia Yunfeng agreed immediately, knowing that he could not afford to offend either the King of Pingxi, Prime Minister Fu, or the Major General of the Shen family, so he could only deal with them carefully.

Ling Mohui was worried about Wei Ruoming and did not expect to meet him so soon.

"Sir!"

Ling Mohui was about to take a step forward, but Fu Yansheng held her arm tightly, preventing her from moving.

Ling Mo looked back and glared at Fu Yansheng, but saw him gently pulling her forward slowly: "The prince's injury has not healed yet, he needs to rest. Mohui, please don't disturb the prince's rest anymore."

Wei Ruoming snorted softly, and limped into the inner courtyard in a casual manner, saying, "This prince is in good health, so there is no need for you, Prime Minister, to worry about me."

Ling Mohui tried desperately to break free from Fu Yansheng's restraints, but was surprised to find that his fingers were like steel, firmly clasping her wrists, making it impossible for her to escape easily.

"Yun'er, I'm going to go see the prince first, and then I'll come back to play with you in the evening!"

Xia Ranran's heart seemed to be inextricably tied to the name Wei Ruoming. For a moment, there seemed to be only that figure in her eyes. She had no time to care about Ling Zhiyun who seemed a little lost beside her. She hurriedly followed her heart and went in the direction of Wei Ruoming.

Seeing this, Ling Zhiyun raised a faint smile, as if she had expected this moment to come.

She stepped forward lightly, and gently placed her slender fingers on Fu Yansheng's arm, which was not occupied by busy work. Her movements were gentle and natural: "Yansheng, let's go in too. Don't keep the prefect waiting for too long. After all, we still have to be polite."

After she finished speaking, there was a subtle cunning in her eyes, as if some plan was quietly brewing.

"Ling Mohui, don't play any tricks in front of me. The matter between us is not over yet."

Fu Yansheng's voice was low but contained a warning that could not be ignored, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

After saying this, he unwound himself from Ling Zhiyun's support without leaving a trace and strode into the mansion, his back looking resolute and aloof.

The servant carefully assigned rooms to everyone, pointing to the rooms with carved beams and painted buildings one by one: "This is the residence of the Prime Minister and his wife, and next to it is the elegant room of Concubine Yun."

As the arrangements came to an end, Ling Zhiyun's face was involuntarily covered with a layer of faint gloom, as if these arrangements had touched some corners of her heart that she didn't want to be touched.

Ling Mohui's mood was equally complicated, as if a bottle of five flavors was overturned, with all kinds of flavors intertwined in her heart.

What is the purpose of the prefect's arrangement?

Putting her and Fu Yansheng under the same roof, was this a coincidence or intentional?

In order to hide her inner panic, Ling Mohui pretended to be calm and nonchalant: "Ah, sister has always been the best at taking care of her husband's daily life, so this room should naturally be taken care of by you. I will just live next door and have some peace and quiet."

As she spoke, she only hoped to have a piece of peace of her own. Being in the same room with Fu Yansheng was undoubtedly an unbearable burden for her.

However, Fu Yansheng's words easily shattered her hopes: "No need, I'm still used to having my wife take care of my life."

The words were calm, but every word was like a hammer, striking Ling Mohui's heart directly.

She was secretly mad and gritted her teeth in her heart, you are used to it, but I have never been used to your approaching!

"My dear, if you need anything, just tell me. I'll be there whenever you call."

There was a barely perceptible hint of stubbornness in Ling Mo's words.