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

Chapter 206: Can't tell right from wrong

Fu Yansheng just sneered, his words were as sharp as a knife: "Really? Then why don't you dare to hand the pill to the pharmacist for verification?"

When Ling Zhiyun heard this, tears fell like pearls from a broken string. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her hands were shaking slightly due to her excitement. Her heart felt like it was pierced by thousands of arrows: "Even you have begun to doubt me?"

Fu Yansheng remained silent. His eyes were like the lake water in winter, cold and without any ripples: "Why should I believe you again? I have given you countless opportunities, but you didn't know how to cherish them."

"You pushed me away again and again, and distanced yourself from me, but you took great care of Ling Mohui. It's obvious that she's the only one in your heart. How should I think and what should I do?"

Ling Zhiyun's words revealed unconcealable pain and despair.

Fu Yansheng's attitude was as firm as ever, without any room for maneuver. He was so cold and heartless, as if there had never been any emotion between the two of them.

Ling Mohui knew Fu Yansheng's character very well. Whether at the beginning of the story or now, he always acted cold-blooded and ruthless towards those people or things he didn't care about.

Thinking of Ling Zhiyun in the original novel, her ending was miserable, and it didn’t seem much better than my current situation.

Ling Zhiyun completely lost hope in Fu Yansheng's ruthless eyes. She was filled with grief and anger. She sneered in despair, turned around resolutely, and rushed towards the cold wall.

At this moment, everyone was unable to react and watched Ling Zhiyun's delicate body hit the hard wall. Blood splattered instantly, staining her clothes red. She fell to the ground, breathing weakly.

The whole hall was thrown into chaos. Ling's mother was heartbroken and burst into tears. Ling's father was extremely anxious and hurriedly ordered his servants to quickly call the best imperial physician.

Ling Mohui stood aside and witnessed this scene, her heart was in turmoil. It was she who pushed her own sister Ling Zhiyun into the abyss of despair with her own hands.

Ling Zhiyun is her parents' biological child, and she is just an adopted child. Her behavior not only hurt Ling Zhiyun, but also betrayed the Ling family's kindness in raising her.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Ling Mohui turned around and fled from the suffocating Yuexuan Tower in panic.

"Ling Mo Hui! Where are you going?"

Fu Yansheng followed closely behind, shouting anxiously.

Ling Mohui suddenly stopped and violently broke free from Fu Yansheng's hand, saying in a tearful voice, "Don't follow me, leave me alone!"

Fu Yansheng's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in the air, then he slowly retracted it, the air filled with heaviness and helplessness.

Ling Mohui was like a walking corpse, wandering in the noisy streets in a trance. Although there were people coming and going around her, her heart was desolate and her thoughts were like a tangled mess that could not be cut or sorted out.

Suddenly, a very familiar voice came from behind, as warm and kind as the spring sun penetrating the mist.

"Mo Hui!"

This voice seemed to have magical power, causing Ling Mohui's heart to tremble violently.

She turned around quickly and saw Ling Chuyun walking towards her slowly with steady steps and a leisurely manner.

His figure seemed particularly tall in the breeze, and the concern in his eyes was like a stream, flowing gently between the two of them.

"Fu Yansheng told me that you were not in a good mood, so I rushed here immediately after hearing that."

Ling Chuyun sighed softly as he spoke, and that sigh contained endless heartache and love for Ling Mohui.

His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the fog of the soul and directly touch Ling Mohui's deepest self-blame and pain.

"Mo Hui, that incident has nothing to do with you. You really don't need to be so hard on yourself."

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui couldn't help but take a step forward, and almost instinctively hugged Ling Chuyun gently, as if she could find a moment of peace and comfort in this embrace.

Her voice was slightly choked, but she said with extraordinary determination: "But I... I indirectly killed Ling Zhiyun. She is the only bloodline left by my parents!"

Ling Chuyun's hand gently stroked her back, and every touch seemed to convey strength and comfort.

"My parents told me a long time ago that although you are not their biological child, in their hearts, you are as important as Yun'er, and both are the most precious existence in their lives."

His voice was low and gentle, and every word was full of affection.

When Ling Mohui heard this, tears welled up in her eyes. She buried her face deeply in Ling Chuyun's chest, and her voice trembled a little: "Brother, please say sorry to my parents for me. I really feel guilty."

"Mo Hui, you did nothing wrong, no need to apologize."

Ling Chuyun's tone was still gentle, but full of unquestionable power, trying to calm the waves in his sister's heart.

Ling Mohui's mood gradually calmed down. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Brother, please give me some time to sort out my thoughts. When I am ready, I will go to face my parents in person."

"Okay, Mohui, remember, don't be too hard on yourself. Dad and Mom never meant to blame you in the slightest."

Ling Chuyun's words were like a spring breeze, giving Ling Mohui infinite comfort and support.

After bidding farewell to Ling Chuyun, Ling Mo originally planned to return to the prime minister's mansion full of memories. However, her legs seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and she involuntarily walked towards the mysterious Moon Mansion.

As soon as she stepped into the gate of Yue's house, a sudden heavy blow made her lose consciousness instantly and fall into darkness.

When she woke up again, she almost cried out in anger: "Who is this fool who dares to plot against me?"

Ling Mohui's angry shout echoed in the small space. She sat up suddenly, looked around, and found herself in a carriage speeding through the wild mountains and wilderness. There was only a man in a silver-gray gown beside her. That was Butler Zhao.

"Butler Zhao! It's you!"

Ling Mohui blurted out the accusation, and then she eagerly lifted the curtain of the carriage. Before her were endless barren mountains and vast land. The carriage was speeding through this uninhabited area.

"Where is this place? I am the wife of the Prime Minister, Deng Guiping. How dare you kidnap me!"

Ling Mohui's question was mixed with disbelief and anger.

Deng Guiping just pointed out the car window coldly and said, "We have left Da Qi. You are no longer the wife of the Prime Minister. Your identity is irrelevant here."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile, his eyes were deep and indifferent, revealing a chilling aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

Ling Mohui was horrified, her throat dry, "I...I have left Da Qi?"

This question seemed like a heavy stone pressing on her heart.

"I have my own reasons for arresting you. Do you remember our last encounter? You ruined my plan, but that is beyond your control."

Deng Guiping's tone was calm, but it carried unquestionable authority.

Then he spread out his hands and said in an imperative tone: "Hand it over."