ebookland Chapter 138 Who did this cruel thing?
Chapter 138 Who did this cruel thing?
Ling Mohui smiled bitterly in her heart, thinking that this misunderstanding was really a bit too big, but she was weak now and couldn't even complete her rebuttal. She simply gave up on defending herself and leaned in Fu Yansheng's warm and solid arms, looking for a little comfort.
"Mohui, hold on!"
"Ling Mohui, nothing can happen to you, do you hear me?" Fu Yansheng emphasized again. Every word was like a hammer, causing Ling Mohui's eardrums to ache slightly. She wanted to take this opportunity to close her eyes and rest, but she was disturbed by the continuous roar and could not find peace.
"Enough!" Ling Mohui managed to squeeze out these words. Although her voice was weak, it revealed a determination that could not be ignored.
Fu Yansheng paused when he heard this, his face full of shock and disbelief: "Ling Mohui, you... you're still alive?"
"Hold on, we'll be home soon." Fu Yansheng said as he quickened his pace and brought Ling Mohui back to the mansion at almost the fastest speed.
As soon as the gate of the mansion came into view, Fu Yansheng rushed into the inner courtyard in two steps and shouted anxiously: "Come quickly, call the imperial physician!"
Ling Mohui was carefully placed on the bed, and the imperial physician hurried over and took her pulse carefully.
As time passed, the imperial physician's brows gradually twisted into a knot and he remained silent, making the atmosphere in the room even heavier.
"Imperial Physician, how is she? Speak!" Fu Yansheng looked at the imperial physician's reaction and mistakenly thought that Ling Mohui's condition was extremely bad. The anxiety in his heart was like a raging fire and became increasingly difficult to suppress.
Upon seeing this, the imperial physician quickly explained: "Mrs. Fu's pulse shows that she is in good health."
"How is this possible? She was clearly stabbed in the chest, how could she be fine? Are you not a good doctor?"
Fu Yansheng's voice was low, but the anger and doubt in it were like a volcano about to erupt, difficult to conceal.
The imperial physician quickly explained: "Master Prime Minister, please calm down. I have indeed checked and confirmed that Madam Fu's heart pulse is intact. It should be that the sword did not pierce deep enough and only injured the skin and flesh."
Fu Yansheng stared at Ling Mohui, and then he noticed that her complexion was gradually regaining its rosy complexion. She looked even healthier than himself. He couldn't help feeling angry and amused.
"Ling Mo, come back!" he shouted with a hint of reproach.
Ling Mohui covered her chest, sat up with difficulty, and retorted with an unhappy face: "What are you yelling about? I was just scared and my legs went weak. I didn't say I was going to die!"
"Your legs are weak but your mouth is not, why don't you explain it clearly?" Fu Yansheng asked back.
"Why are you yelling so loudly? It's obvious that you have something to hide. You are only concerned about Ling Zhiyun and don't care about my life or death at all. If Zheng Jiaxuan hadn't arrived just in time, I'm afraid I would have died on the spot!" Ling Mohui fought back unceremoniously with sharp words.
Fu Yansheng's heart was filled with guilt, and the words he wanted to use to defend himself were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them.
At this time, the imperial physician interrupted and said, "From the madam's tone, I can tell that she has plenty of energy. There is really no big problem. I will prescribe some external trauma medicine. If you apply it regularly, she should be able to recover soon."
The imperial physician thought to himself that judging from Ling Mohui's current mental state, these medicines seemed a bit redundant, and her wounds were probably already recovering on their own.
After the imperial physician left, Fu Yansheng took the ointment and wanted to check Ling Mohui's wound in person. However, that place was extremely private. Ling Mohui firmly objected, her face flushed, and a light flashing in her eyes that could not be negotiated.
"Stay away from me! Even if it hurts me to death, you are not allowed to touch me!" she said stubbornly.
"Ling Mohui, be obedient. Even if the injury is not serious, you need to apply medicine in case it gets worse."
Fu Yansheng tried to persuade her patiently, but Ling Mohui refused to give in, making it difficult for him to get close to her.
In the end, the maid Mo Hua had to step in and carefully treat Ling Mohui's wound, while Fu Yansheng watched helplessly and distressedly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
After Mo Hua had arranged everything properly, she slowly opened the door and what came into her sight was Fu Yansheng waiting silently in the night.
Her tone was calm and concerned: "Sir, it's late at night, please go to bed as soon as possible. The young lady was frightened today, but fortunately she has fallen asleep peacefully now."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng did not linger for long, but simply said, "If there is any change, notify me immediately."
Then he turned and blended into the night, leaving behind a lonely and determined figure.
When Fu Yansheng's figure completely disappeared, Mo Hua couldn't help but let out a low hum, his brows furrowed.
"Really? You were nowhere to be found when I needed your help. Now you are pretending to care about me. Who are you doing this for?"
Mo Qi, who was innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs, heard Mo Hua's complaints with his big eyes flickering. He approached with curiosity but a little timidly, "Sister Mo Hua, you are so bold to talk about your son-in-law behind his back!"
Mo Hua raised his chin slightly, "I'm not being bold, I'm just feeling sorry for the young lady. She is so kind, how can she bear those unnecessary disturbances?"
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As the day passed, although Ling Mohui's injuries were not serious, Zhang was still attentive and considerate. She not only sent her many nourishing foods, but also specially prepared silver for her meals.
"Moqi went to get Qiuyi, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Mo Hua's brows were twisted into a knot and he muttered to himself, unable to conceal his inner anxiety.
Ling Mohui looked calm and said gently, "Perhaps the affairs of the public office are indeed complicated, and a slight delay is normal. We might as well wait a little longer."
Mo Hua nodded slightly upon hearing this, then picked out a plump red date from the exquisite wooden plate and handed it to Ling Mohui, "Miss, try one, it's good for your health.
Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then Mo Qi rushed in with tears on his face.
Ling Mohui quickly stood up, her eyes full of pity, "Moqi, what happened? Why are you crying like this?"
Seeing this, Mo Hua quickly stepped forward and gently pulled away Mo Qi's hand that was covering his cheek. The scene before him was heartbreaking - half of his cheek was swollen, which was shocking.
"Who did this?"
Mo Qi bit his lower lip and told the story in a halting manner between sobs.
It turned out that when she went to pick up her customized autumn clothes, she accidentally mixed them up with those distributed by the public school.
Ling Zhiyun's personal maid Yun Ping took a liking to the set that originally belonged to Ling Mohui at first sight and insisted on taking it away.
Faced with the fact that the sizes did not match, Mo Qi tried to argue that those were items from Ling Mo's private vault and did not belong to the public account. He also accused Yun Ping of not knowing the etiquette of respect and inferiority as a concubine and of trying to rob the mistress's property.
These words were heard clearly by Ling Zhiyun who was passing by.
"So, these slaps were given by Ling Zhiyun?" Ling Mohui was filled with anger when she heard this and clenched her fists.