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

Chapter 118 I wish you a son soon

She gently put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, then stood up and took Ling Mohui's hand, smiling as warmly as the spring breeze: "The flowers in the garden are in full bloom. Mohui, you have been away from home for many days, why don't you let me accompany you to enjoy the flowers and take a walk to relax, how about it?"

After saying this, the two smiled at each other, walked out of the house, leaving behind a room filled with warmth and expectation.

Ling Mohui understood what she meant, and with the help of the gentle flow of water, she followed the footsteps of her sister-in-law Ding and stepped into the lotus pond full of greenery and tranquility in her memory.

"Mohui, look, the lotus flowers in this pond are still as beautiful as they were when you were a child. It's as if time has stopped here and is just passing by in a hurry."

Ding spoke softly and pulled her to sit on the carved wooden chair in the pavilion. The breeze blew by, bringing waves of lotus fragrance, which was intoxicating.

Ling Mohui's mind was as clear as a mirror. She replied in a calm tone: "Sister-in-law, even if you don't say anything, I can vaguely sense the intentions of the elders in the family. I guess they want to discuss our engagement with Fu Yansheng."

When Mrs. Ding heard this, a hint of tenderness flashed across her eyes. She paused for a moment and whispered, "After all, I can't hide it from a smart child like you."

"Sister-in-law, there is no need to worry about this. This is a happy event, and it is best to be honest with it."

Ling Mohui spoke as she gently took a bite of the exquisite pastry. The taste was delicate, sweet but not greasy, just like her mood at the moment, peaceful and firm.

Mrs. Ding held Ling Mohui's hand tightly, her tone full of warmth and understanding: "Sister-in-law understands the bitterness in your heart. Which woman doesn't hope for a love that belongs to her alone? Third sister's behavior this time was indeed inappropriate, but the situation has become a foregone conclusion. I just hope that you can slowly let it go and find inner peace."

Ling Mo responded with a warm smile and said softly, "Sister-in-law, you are worrying too much. I have already made up my mind and will not worry too much."

Before Fu Yansheng's negotiations were finished, Ling Mohui decided to take the lead.

The preparations for the wedding were complicated and tedious. She didn't want to become a stumbling block to the delicate emotions among her family members, nor did she want her parents to feel uncomfortable because of her presence. At the same time, she was afraid of causing Ling Zhiyun's dissatisfaction and misunderstanding again.

At the time of parting, Ling Zhiyun specially sent someone to deliver a box of beautifully packaged mooncakes. The pattern on the box was outlined with gold thread, which made it look particularly exquisite.

"Sister, you have worked hard recently. Although this box of mooncakes is insignificant, it is full of my apologies and blessings. I hope that our sisterly love will be as deep as the sea, and we can walk hand in hand no matter what the future holds."

Ling Zhiyun's move was undoubtedly an attempt to mend the rift between the sisters.

Ling's father and mother looked at this scene and felt relieved. Ling's mother wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "If this is true, we as parents will feel at ease."

In contrast, Ling's father smiled and joked, "Today is a good day, don't say such unlucky words!"

Ling Zhiyun's acting was natural, and Ling Mohui was no less impressive. She took over the conversation: "I've remembered your kindness. As long as we sisters are united, we can overcome the difficulties together."

Fu Yansheng noticed that Ling Mohui was about to leave, and quickly asked, "Where are you going? If you are not in a hurry, can you stay for a while?"

Ling Mo smiled back without answering, thinking to herself: Opportunity waits for no one.

"I plan to go to a nearby ancient temple to pray for the two of you. I hope that your union with my third sister will be happy and that you will have a son soon, so that the bloodline of the Fu family can continue."

Although these words came from the heart, Ling Mohui couldn't help but laugh secretly in her heart, feeling a little helpless for her slightly insincere wish.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng looked her up and down with an indescribable puzzlement in his eyes.

Ling Mohui laughed at herself: "My husband's wedding is coming up soon, how can I, as his wife, stay out of it? Wouldn't that make me seem irresponsible?"

Facing Ling Mohui like this, Fu Yansheng didn't know how to respond for a moment, and secretly guessed the real intention behind her words and actions.

This emotional drama finally came to an end, and Ling Mohui slowly left the general's mansion with her maid Mo Hua.

The carriage started, and she motioned for Mo Hua to open the box of mooncakes. She smiled and said, "Look, this is a gift from my third sister."

As the lid of the box was gently opened, a rich aroma of mooncakes wafted into his nose. Mo Hua said in surprise, "This is Huichengzhai's mooncake, the most popular in the capital this year."

Indeed, Huichengzhai mooncakes are popular in Beijing for their unique flavor, and Ling Zhiyun's choice is timely and in line with the trend.

But for Ling Mohui, who had just returned to the capital and had not yet had time to familiarize herself with everything, she did not know that Huichengzhai was actually a business she ran. This coincidence added a bit of subtlety and irony.

"Close the door first, I'm not hungry now that I've just eaten!"

Ling Mohui's voice was soft and a little lazy, as soothing as the afternoon sunshine.

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted the coachman's shoulder gently, with unquestionable determination in his eyes, and ordered the coachman to turn the carriage around and drive slowly towards the famous Huichengzhai.

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the streets are hung with all kinds of lanterns, filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

Customers buying mooncakes came in an endless stream, and the sounds of laughter and conversation intertwined into a warm ocean.

The store is decorated with lights inside and outside, and under the colorful lights, everyone's face is filled with happy smiles.

By the time Ling Mo arrived at Huichengzhai, exhausted, night had already fallen.

Inside the store, Mo Qi and several other shop assistants had already been surrounded by a tide of customers. They were packing and weighing items skillfully. Although their faces were covered in sweat, the enthusiasm and concentration in their eyes had not diminished in the slightest. Even a moment of breathing seemed so luxurious.

Seeing this scene, Ling Mohui and Mo Hua beside her smiled at each other. Without any extra words, they immediately rolled up their sleeves tacitly and threw themselves into the busy feast of this Mid-Autumn Night.

Time passed quietly as they were busy, until the moon was bright in the sky and the silver moonlight spread all over the earth. Only then were they able to stop their work and take a deep breath.

Mo Qi and Mo Hua, both of them had their clothes already soaked with sweat, but their faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the streets are sparsely populated, with only a few late-returning pedestrians strolling under the moon. Every household is brightly lit, with laughter and joyful chatter audible, as everyone enjoys the rare moment of family reunion.

Before Ling Mohui left, she inadvertently learned from Ding that Ling Zhiyun would go to the Grand Secretary's Mansion with Fu Yansheng to send holiday greetings to Zhang.

This news made Ling Mohui, who was reluctant to set foot in the Grand Secretary's Mansion, even more determined to dine out.

So he chose the nearby and relatively quiet Yashiju.

When I stepped into Yashiju, I saw that there were few customers in the store, which was in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle outside. A faint sense of loneliness and coldness filled the air.

Ling Mohui chose a seat by the window and sat down. Outside the window was the bright moon as round as a mirror. He sipped his tea while estimating the time. He planned to wait later to avoid meeting Fu Yansheng and Ling Zhiyun.