mesbooks Chapter 132 I Want to Take You Away from Troubles
Chapter 132 I Want to Take You Away from Troubles
The mountains along the way were hazy and there was a thin mist, but it could not calm the waves in his heart.
On the way back, a hurried sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, accompanied by a Xuanwu disciple with a solemn expression, handing over a secret letter.
Fu Yansheng unfolded the letter, and the few lines of words were like a sharp dagger piercing his heart: "Madam is in Renjitang."
His brows were furrowed, and he turned around and rushed straight to Renjitang at lightning speed.
Ling Mohui was dressed in plain clothes and covered her face with a veil. The moment she stepped into the threshold of Renjitang, her steps were a little heavy and her heart was full of worries.
Inside Renji Hall, candlelight flickered as Wei Ruoming lay quietly in a secluded room, surrounded by the bitter and warm scent of medicinal herbs.
Ling Mohui gently pushed open the door, and at that moment, the scene before her made her feel distressed.
Wei Ruoming was wearing tattered armor and was covered in dust. His once handsome face looked a little weathered. His dark skin was covered with countless stories of sun and rain. The scars, both old and new, seemed to be telling of endless battles and tenacity.
"Your leg injury... this is not caused by ordinary military training."
Ling Mohui's fingertips lightly touched the scar, her words were caring, but there was blame in her eyes.
Wei Ruoming lowered his eyes, a barely perceptible fatigue showing between his brows, "I was so anxious to go home that I accidentally fell off my horse in my dream."
Ling Mohui was shocked, but more worried, "You actually ignored the military order and returned to the capital privately? If the court finds out, there will be unexpected disasters!"
Wei Ruoming's eyes were firm, and his tone was full of unquestionable determination, "I heard that you took a concubine, Mo Hui... I swear to take you away from troubles."
Ling Mohui had a complicated expression when she heard this. After a moment, her eyes became extremely determined. "Even if I leave, I must do so legitimately. I don't want to damage my reputation because of personal feelings."
Outside the door, Fu Yansheng's voice suddenly intruded like a cold wind, with his incomparable arrogance and power that could not be ignored, which made people look sideways.
Ling Mohui looked back in surprise, only to see that he was wearing wedding clothes, but had a solemn look on his face. He walked straight in, throwing all etiquette to the wind.
Fu Yansheng acted decisively, pulling Ling Mohui into his arms and asserting his sovereignty, "Prince, Ling Mohui is my wife! I hope you will respect yourself and not cross the line!"
Wei Ruoming's face turned pale, his anger almost breaking through the constraints of his reason. If he had not been exhausted, he would have definitely competed with Fu Yansheng.
"You are fickle, how can you be loyal? How can you be qualified to be Mo Hui's lover?" He gritted his teeth, unable to hide his hatred.
Fu Yansheng's eyes were like blades, and every word was like ice. "Your Highness's trip was kept secret, and I think no one in the court knows about it yet. If there are any more disputes, don't blame me for reporting it to the court. If that happens, it will be too late to regret if the Marquis Changshun's mansion is implicated."
After saying this, Fu Yansheng dragged Ling Mo back out of Renjitang without any further ado. Inside the carriage, the suppressed anger almost tore the space apart.
He pressed Ling Mohui against the wall of the carriage, his eyes like sharp arrows piercing through the layers of fog, "Ling Mohui, are you deliberately provoking me? I know you are unhappy about taking a concubine, why don't you be honest with me, but instead look for Wei Ruoming in private? Do you understand that the crime of harboring a deserter is punishable by death?"
Ling Mohui blinked, her eyes flashing with cunning and teasing, then she raised her hand without hesitation and slapped Fu Yansheng's forehead heavily, making a crisp sound. "Boy, you are disrespectful again!"
Fu Yansheng was totally unprepared for this blow. His body trembled slightly and he hurriedly covered the place where he was hit. His brows were furrowed, and a trace of surprise and pain flashed in his eyes.
"Ling Mohui, are you really crazy or just pretending to be crazy? Are you acting for me?"
"Rebellious son!" Ling Mohui's tone suddenly became serious and solemn, and her eyes, which were usually full of playfulness, were now unusually firm.
"Wei Ruoming is your father's best friend. If you dare to act rashly and report him, don't blame me, Ling Mohui, for turning against you and severing our father-son relationship!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng looked at Ling Mohui in front of him with half belief and half doubt. The face that was always full of smiles in the past now revealed an inexplicable majesty.
In the end, he just shook his head and said nothing more.
Arguing with a "madman" is only possible if he himself has lost his mind!
Back at the Grand Secretary's Mansion, the door curtain outside the mansion was gently blown by the wind, and the bright red color was overflowing like the joy of a newlywed. However, although the entire courtyard was decorated with joy, due to the absence of the protagonist Fu Yansheng, the guests seemed to have tacitly chosen to avoid him, making this mansion, which should have been bustling, seem particularly deserted, and a faint loneliness filled the air.
In the hall, Ling Zhiyun sat quietly, her gorgeous wedding dress contrasting with her slightly pale face, her eyes flickering with undisguised sorrow and confusion.
Suddenly, there were slight footsteps outside the door. She raised her head suddenly, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.
"Yan Sheng!" she called softly, with mixed emotions surging in her heart.
The one who came in with Fu Yansheng was Ling Mohui, the one who always caused trouble.
She smiled faintly and said to the two of them, "Today is your big day, so I won't stay any longer, so as not to ruin your good fortune."
As he said this, he tried to pull his hand away, but Fu Yansheng held it tightly, and the strength of his grip revealed a determination that would not be refused.
Fu Yansheng turned around and comforted Ling Zhiyun in a deep voice: "Zhiyun, I'm sorry for what happened today, but please believe me, I will give you a satisfactory explanation later."
After he finished speaking, he pulled Ling Mo back, who was about to say something, and prepared to leave this slightly awkward situation.
"Husband!" Ling Zhiyun couldn't help herself and shouted anxiously, biting her lips lightly. The words she wanted to question came to her lips but she swallowed them back.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Fu Yansheng actually chose to follow Ling Mohui and leave. She couldn't imagine what this meant.
The whole city's ridicule and pointing fingers seemed to have become a prophecy of tomorrow.
"Let go! Fu Yansheng!" After some effort, Ling Mohui finally broke free and said in a parental tone: "Today is your wedding. As a father, you don't need to worry about me. Go and accompany your bride."
Fu Yansheng's response was chilling: "You haven't recovered from your illness yet, you have to take care of yourself first!"
This was clearly an excuse to shirk responsibility. Ling Zhiyun's heart seemed to be pierced by the cold winter wind, and it was chilled.
It turned out that the mutual support she had imagined was so far away, and Ling Mohui always seemed like an unbridgeable chasm between them.
The joy of the wedding banquet seemed to have become a mockery at this moment. Ling Zhiyun's eyes were cold and sharp, shooting straight at Ling Mo and replied: "Sister just called your husband by his name. Could it be that your illness has really recovered?"
Facing Ling Zhiyun's questioning, Ling Mohui seemed unusually calm, with a playful smile on her lips: "I'm his father, so why not call him by his name?"
Fu Yansheng seemed a little embarrassed. His eyes wandered between the two of them. Finally, he spoke up to defend her: "Okay, Mohui's condition is sometimes good and sometimes bad. Zhiyun, don't test her anymore. Let's wait until she recovers completely before we talk."