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

Chapter 187 Stay away from him

"It's okay, I just twisted my ankle accidentally."

Ling Mohui answered lightly, trying to reassure Fu Yansheng. Although she pretended to be relaxed, a barely perceptible worry flashed in her eyes.

Fu Yansheng nodded gently, and his fingertips gently brushed Ling Mohui's face. That touch of tenderness seemed to be able to dispel all the anxiety: "As long as you are okay, I will be relieved."

After he finished speaking, his body suddenly shook, and he fell weakly into Ling Mo's arms.

"What's going on here?"

Ling Mohui hurriedly supported him, only to see her palm instantly covered in blood. She then looked closely at Fu Yansheng's back and saw that his cloth clothes were already stained with blood, which was a shocking sight.

"Oh no! He was stabbed in the back!"

Ling Mohui's expression turned serious, and she immediately ordered Uncle Li to send Fu Yansheng to the inner room urgently, and at the same time hurriedly called for someone to fetch the first aid medicine box.

Zhang rushed over after hearing the news and saw Ling Mohui uncovering the clothes on Fu Yansheng's back. The sword wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen made her tears well up in her eyes instantly, like pearls that had broken off the string, rolling down silently.

"Yan Sheng, you must not be in any danger! If anything happens to you, I...what should I do?"

Zhang choked with sobs and was heartbroken.

Ling Mohui's mind kept replaying the scene where Fu Yansheng pushed her away to protect her, and she felt mixed emotions.

The sword was clearly blocked for her. Fu Yansheng was willing to endure such a heavy blow, just hoping that she could evacuate safely.

Fu Yansheng's injuries were serious and had to be sutured immediately to stop the bleeding, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Mother, believe me, Fu Yansheng will be fine. Please wait outside with Uncle Li and the others. I will give him first aid immediately."

Although Ling Mohui's voice was steady, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"Mohui, can you...really handle this?"

There was both expectation and hesitation in Zhang's eyes.

"Mother, do you still not trust your daughter? Please leave quickly to avoid wasting precious time."

There was a hint of firmness in Ling Mo's words that could not be refuted.

Zhang knew her daughter's abilities very well. Upon hearing this, she quietly left the room with the servants, her heart filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Although Ling Mohui was faced with the crude medical conditions in ancient times, she had already made sufficient preparations for it.

Disinfectants and suture tools were all available. Under the dim light, she carefully cleaned the wound with a skilled and precise technique. Every move she made revealed her extraordinary calmness and composure.

Fortunately, although the sword wound was deep, the wound edges were smooth and the suturing work went much more smoothly than expected.

In just one hour, Ling Mohui completed the operation and walked out of the room.

It was already late at night, and the late doctor finally arrived in a hurry under the leadership of Uncle Li. After a check, he said approvingly: "Thanks to Madam Fu's knowledge of medicine, she took timely measures to stop the bleeding. Although Fu Shoufu is not in danger of life at present, he still needs to strictly follow the prescription and rest in peace."

After hearing this, Zhang felt relieved.

"Mother, it's late, please go back and rest first. I'll take care of Fu Yansheng here."

Ling Mohui suggested considerately.

Zhang nodded tiredly, full of gratitude: "Thank you for your hard work, Mo Hui."

As Zhang's figure disappeared into the night, Ling Zhiyun walked up to Ling Mohui with a gloomy face and suddenly slapped Ling Mohui in the face.

Ling Mohui had never been insulted like this before, so she immediately fought back. The conflict between the two seemed particularly harsh in the silent night.

"Are you crazy!"

Ling Zhiyun widened her eyes in anger and glared at Ling Mohui, "Every time Yan Sheng is with you, something happens. This time he almost lost his life! Mohui, how can you be his friend? You should stay away from him!"

"You don't think about where those assassins came from, but blame me first? Zhiyun, don't you think the behavior of those assassins is suspicious?"

Ling Mohui raised a playful smile, her eyes flashing with provocation, staring straight at Ling Zhiyun, obviously not intending to let go of this argument easily.

Ling Zhiyun's eyes instantly flashed with a barely perceptible panic, like a breeze passing over the lake, which could be easily calmed down. However, that emotion was forcibly suppressed by her amazing willpower, not letting it leave the slightest trace in her eyes.

Ling Mo snorted in disdain, mixed with a hint of indifference towards this conversation.

"It's no use asking you, I'd better go find Xuanwu and Moyi myself to ask for details."

There was determination in his words and he turned to leave.

"Has the assassin been caught?"

Ling Zhiyun turned her head to the side, a barely perceptible concern in her voice, her hair brushing gently across her shoulders like a breeze caressing a willow branch.

"Yes, he has been taken to the government office in the capital. I believe the result of the interrogation will be known soon."

Ling Mohui glanced at Ling Zhiyun with a cold light flashing in her eyes, and then strode out of the room, her clothes swaying in the wind, showing a determination that could not be ignored.

Ling Mo went straight to Mo Yichu, eager to get more detailed information from him.

Knowing that Jingzhao Prefecture was closely monitoring the assassin, the worry in his heart finally settled down a little.

For Jingzhao Prefecture, this major case involving the assassination of the Prime Minister was of no trivial matter, and they had to give an explanation that would convince the world.

After half a day, Ling Mohui felt physically and mentally exhausted and decided to return to the courtyard to rest for a while.

However, Mo Yi seemed to have a heavy word stuck in his throat, and after a long while he slowly spoke: "Madam, I have something I want to discuss with you in private."

"Go ahead."

Ling Mohui's voice sounded a little tired, but still maintained a bit of dignity.

"Is there anyone out there who has a grudge against the young lady? It seems that these assassins are targeting you."

Mo Yi's words were filled with worry, his brows slightly furrowed.

Ling Mohui's lips curled up into a faint smile, and her tone was calm with a hint of self-mockery: "Don't you know me? I've never been good at dealing with people. If you really want to find out, you might as well find out about those admirers hiding in the dark who are eyeing my position as lady. They may be more eager to get rid of me, who is an eyesore."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yi remained silent, obviously unable to find the right words to respond to this helpless honesty.

"Let's wait for the result of the interrogation in Jingzhao Prefecture. It's useless to say anything more now."

Ling Mohui said this and walked towards Bailingxuan without looking back, with determination and fatigue in her back.

The next morning, Ling Mohui was gently awakened by her maid Mo Hua. Her voice was somewhat anxious: "Miss! The uncle sent someone to say that the uncle must see you no matter what!"

"Has he lost his mind? It's not even daybreak yet, why is he meeting me instead of taking a good rest?"

Ling Mohui turned over unhappily and covered her ears with a pillow in annoyance. Her voice came through the cloth muffled, "Isn't there Ling Zhiyun to accompany him? Let me sleep a little longer. Don't disturb my peace unless it's important!"