Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

"You didn't see it."

Chuntao started talking non-stop.

"Miss is in the Prince's mansion. She can get up whenever she wants, eat whatever she wants, and wear whatever she wants."

The young master said there's only one rule in the manor—whatever makes the young lady happy.

"Once, the young lady casually mentioned that she wanted to eat the osmanthus cake from that old-established shop in the south of the city."

Without saying a word, the young master personally rode off to buy the land.

The round trip took about half an hour, and the osmanthus cake was still warm when I returned.

The young master's clothes were covered in mud splatters; it was raining that day.

"Another time, the young lady was so engrossed in reading a storybook at night that she accidentally knocked over a candlestick, burning the young master's favorite painting."

The young lady was terrified, but when the young master returned and saw her, the first thing he asked was if she had been burned.

Then he glanced at the painting, now reduced to ashes, and said, "It's burned, so be it. We can just buy another one."

As Qin listened, the expression on her face slowly relaxed.

As Chuntao got into the conversation, she forgot her inhibitions and continued:

"When Miss was in the Duke's mansion, she dared not do this or touch that, and she was always very careful."

Now look what's happened; the young master has spoiled them so much that they're getting bolder and bolder.

Let alone getting up a little late, even if the young lady does something outrageous, the young master will only praise her with a "well done".

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel like you've become a completely different person.

Chuntao tilted her head and thought for a moment, then quickly added a sentence.

"It's not that I've become worse, it's that I've become happier."

She seemed much brighter, laughing and talking more, much more at ease than when she was a young lady in the Duke's mansion.

Qin remained silent.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the cold tea on the table, a tiny tea stalk floating quietly on the surface.

Chun Tao was still talking, recounting how the young master protected Yun Shuyao in everything.

It is said that the young master forbids anyone from uttering even a single word of dissent in front of the young lady.

It is also said that at a palace banquet, the young master peeled crabs for the young lady in front of everyone, completely disregarding the strange looks from others.

Those words entered Qin's ears like a spring breeze, but she thought of something else.

Thinking back to the years when she was the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo, she was the most disciplined.

They should pay their respects to their elders morning and evening, kneel and kowtow three times and nine times, stand properly, sit properly, not show their teeth when they laugh, and not sway their skirts when they walk.

She had followed those rules to the extreme, thinking that this would earn her respect and a peaceful rest of her life.

But what happens in the end?

She upheld the rules her whole life, only to be tormented by her husband and disobedient by her son.

She wasted half her life within those rules, and in the end, she almost forgot who she was.

Ironically, it was her most outrageous act that brought her back to life.

She lives in this hot spring resort, so she doesn't have to get up before dawn.

You don't have to worry about anyone's opinion or be subservient to anyone.

She can eat whenever she wants.

If you want to go out for a walk, then go out for a walk.

You can joke and laugh with whomever you want.

It turns out that being a little unrestrained isn't such a bad thing.

The corners of Qin's mouth slowly curved upwards.

The curve was shallow, yet it slowly spread from the corner of her lips, like the first gust of spring water surging beneath the ice.

Chuntao continued, saying that a few days ago, the young lady flew a kite in the garden and stepped on the newly planted seedlings by the gardener.

The young master was not angry at all; instead, he complained that the gardener had planted the seedlings in the wrong place, blocking the young lady's way.

Qin finally let out a soft laugh.

"Alright, alright."

She waved her hand, interrupting Chun Tao, her tone devoid of motherly worries, and the smile in her eyes was no longer hidden.

"Since they're not coming, I'll use it first."

Otherwise, if the food has to be reheated four times, even the cook will probably come complaining to me.

Chuntao responded crisply and ran off to deliver the message.

Qin looked up at the doorway, gazing at the courtyard bathed in morning light, and let out a soft sigh.

She thought to herself, "My daughter has indeed married a good husband."

evening.

Yun Shuyao and Xiao Fang finally appeared in the dining room.

Yun Shuyao came in with her head down.

Her gaze was fixed on the tips of her shoes, and she dared not look up at her mother.

Even though she was married, she still felt embarrassed after staying in bed all day, and her ears kept burning.

Qin was already seated at the table.

She looked at her daughter, who seemed to want to bury her head in her collar, and said nothing, only slightly curving the corners of her mouth.

"Come and sit down."

Qin's voice was calm and steady, without a trace of reproach.

Yun Shuyao paused for a moment, then quietly looked up at her mother.

Qin's expression was very calm, without any cold face or indirect criticism. She simply raised her hand to signal the maid to serve the dishes.

A plate of roasted venison was served, piping hot, with the fat still sizzling on the iron plate.

Madam Qin personally picked up the serving chopsticks, placed a few slices of the tenderest meat on the plate, and had the maid put them in front of her son-in-law.

"Young Master, last time you came to the estate, I noticed you ate this dish the most."

Qin spoke casually.

"I specially asked the kitchen to make it again today. Try it and see how it compares to the last time."

Xiao Fang looked down at the few slices of roasted venison on the plate, which were emitting a wonderful aroma, then looked up at Qin Shi, revealing a rare, obedient expression.

"Thank you for your concern, Mother-in-law. You've gone to so much trouble."

Madam Qin waved her hand, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Don't bother, it's not like I cooked it myself. Eat as much as you like."

She placed two more slices into Yun Shuyao's bowl, then asked slowly:

"By the way, when the young master came last time, didn't he say that he would like to bring a few friends to the manor to play?"

The weather is perfect now, and since you've all come all this way, why not invite them along and have some fun together?

"Zhuangzi is so big, it's lonely for me all alone. The arrival of you young people brings a bit more life to the place."

Xiao Fang paused for a moment, his smile widening. He looked at Madam Qin and asked, seemingly considering his options:

"Won't this disturb my mother-in-law's peace and quiet?"

"Won't."

Madam Qin picked up the teacup, gently blew on the tea foam, and spoke in a soft and loving tone.

"I don't have anything else on my estate, but it's big enough."

The deer park, lotus pond, and racecourse are all readily available.

There are still hundreds of jars of aged wine in the cellar; they're just sitting there anyway, so it's perfect for you young people to drink them."

Xiao Fang's eyes lit up for a moment, but he suppressed his interest and said politely:

"Then thank you very much for your hospitality, Mother-in-law."

"There's no need to be so formal."

Qin looked at Xiao Fang, then glanced at Yun Shuyao who was engrossed in eating, her satisfaction evident in her eyes.

"Treat this as your own home."

Xiao Fang met Qin Shi's gaze and felt a warm glow in his heart.

Is this what motherly love is? My mother passed away too early, and I can't remember many of the emotions I felt.

Xiao Fang put down his chopsticks and nodded seriously to Madam Qin.

"Okay, I'll have them come over tomorrow."

Yun Shuyao listened from the side, secretly relieved, but then felt a lump in her throat.

She could see that Xiao Fang's expression was more obedient than ever before, the kind of look only a child would have in front of their mother.