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

Although these spoiled brats caused a lot of trouble before, they were still holding back to some extent.

After all, if someone were to die, it would be difficult to handle the situation.

But now that the person in question has said it himself, that he won't drown, what is there to worry about?

Lu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he handed the bamboo pole in his hand to the side.

"Come on, let's get a longer one! That one's too short, I can't reach it!"

Several spoiled brats simultaneously raised bamboo poles and poked at Yun Shuwen, as if they were teasing a drowned rat in the water.

Bamboo poles rose and fell, poking shoulders, backs, and heads.

Although Yun Shuwen can swim, every time he swims to the shore, he is pushed back by seven or eight bamboo poles at the same time.

It was spinning around like a top trapped in a water tank, dizzy and disoriented.

He knocked over a large number of lotus leaves, causing muddy water to surge up and churn the area into a murky mess.

The laughter on the shore grew louder and louder, even the noble ladies from those aristocratic families were laughing so hard they were shaking.

The fiancée of the Prince of Annan even snatched the bamboo pole from Lu Zhao's hand, poked it twice with her own hands, and then handed it to the girl next to her with a smile.

"You should try it too, it'll make you feel better."

Yun Shuyao watched this scene from the boat and smiled along with it.

Her laughter blended into everyone else's laughter, crisp and unrestrained, as if she were watching a lively spectacle that had nothing to do with her.

There was no soft heart, no reluctance.

The scars on her back still ache faintly on rainy days.

That was a mark left to her by her own brother, a mark she could never erase for the rest of her life.

Fortunately, Xiao Fang only felt sorry for her and never looked down on her.

Otherwise, with those ugly, crisscrossing scars on her back, wouldn't any man feel disgusted?

Moreover, in his previous life, when his maternal grandfather's entire family was executed, his and the Duke of Zhenguo's first reaction was to immediately avoid suspicion.

In her previous life, shortly after her mother passed away, the Duke of Zhenguo made Consort Feng his official wife.

Yun Shuwen, however, treated his stepmother, who indirectly caused his mother's death, with more respect than his biological mother.

The reason is not hard to guess: Yun Shuwen wanted to curry favor with the Duke of Zhenguo by showing dislike for his mother.

She also wanted to please the Duke of Zhenguo by ingratiating herself with Aunt Feng.

Yun Shuwen is a man who sees no kinship, no gratitude, only naked interest.

Yun Shuwen finally lost all strength, her vision blurred, and her body sank slowly like a piece of rotten wood.

Xiao Fang had been watching with his arms crossed, and only then did he slowly raise his hand.

"That's about it."

Lu Zhao and the others retrieved the bamboo poles and rowed a small boat across.

They hurriedly pulled Yun Shuwen out of the water, dragged him to the shore, and threw him onto the grass.

Yun Shuwen was soaked to the bone, and his robes were covered in black mud.

His hair was tangled with water plants and duckweed, and the mud on his face had dried halfway, forming cracked lines.

He lay on his back on the grass, like a dead fish washed ashore by a storm.

His chest was rising and falling weakly; he had completely lost consciousness.

"Let's go try some venison!"

Lu Zhao hoisted the bamboo pole onto his shoulder and called out to the crowd.

"I was so busy playing that the meat got overcooked!"

A group of people walked towards the deer park, chatting and laughing, without turning back to look at the person on the ground.

Xiao Fang took the teacup that Yun Shuyao handed him back, put his arm around her shoulder, and followed her away.

Yun Shuyao took a few steps, then paused.

Xiao Fang looked down at her, and Yun Shuyao shook her head, her steps becoming lighter again.

The lively atmosphere at Deer Park has returned, with the aroma of roasted meat and wine mingling together.

Laughter rose and fell in waves, as if everything that had just happened by the lotus pond was merely an insignificant interlude.

Flower Hall.

The steward reported everything that had happened by the lotus pond in detail.

His tone was calm, without embellishment or pleading for anyone.

Having served the Qin family for thirty years, he knew when to speak up and when to keep quiet.

Qin remained silent for a long time.

Her hand rested on the edge of the table, her fingers slowly closing, her knuckles turning white.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her profile and highlighting the fine lines around her eyes etched by time.

The butler lowered his head and waited.

He thought that the lady would probably soften her heart.

After all, he was her own flesh and blood, her only son.

These days, the lady hasn't given the young master any money; she's just angry.

But how can any mother be heartless when she sees her son being treated like this?

He was ready and waiting for his wife to instruct him to help the young master in.

Call a doctor, make ginger soup, and tidy up the room.

After waiting for a while, Madam Qin finally spoke.

"Change him into some dry clothes."

Qin's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Give him another hundred taels of silver."

The butler nodded and was about to turn around to do so.

"Then throw him out of the village."

The butler froze in place, turned around, and stared at Madam Qin in astonishment.

Madam Qin had already withdrawn her hand and picked up the account book on the table again.

Her face was as calm as a still pond, with only her fingers, which were gripping the edge of the ledger, trembling slightly.

"One hundred taels is enough for him to eat for half a month."

Madam Qin opened the account book, her tone as if she were explaining something utterly mundane.

"If he still doesn't improve after half a month, no one can save him."

The butler opened his mouth, as if to say something—

It is said that the young master is, after all, the lady's own flesh and blood.

What good is a hundred taels of silver?

They said that if the young master were thrown out looking like that, something bad would probably happen.

But in the end he said nothing.

He had served Qin Shi for thirty years and could read that expression.

That wasn't indifference; it was a decision made by someone whose heart had been broken, using the last of their strength.

"Yes."

The butler lowered his head and left.

The flower hall fell silent.

Madam Qin stared at the numbers in the account book for a long time, so long that the light from the window shifted from her left cheek to her right cheek.

Her lips twitched slightly, it was hard to tell whether she wanted to laugh or cry.

Finally, she closed the ledger, stood up, and walked to the window.

The sounds of laughter and chatter drifted in from outside the window, and I could vaguely hear my daughter's clear laughter mixed in with the noise.

She could never get enough of that laughter in her lifetime.

In the distance, the steward beckoned to two servants.

They dragged the still unconscious Yun Shuwen up, put a clean outer robe on him, stuffed some silver notes into his pocket, and carried him toward the back gate of the estate.

Yun Shuwen was woken up by a bucket of cold water.

To be precise, it was a bucket. Before the steward left, he had someone draw a bucket of water from the well and pour it over his face.

Then they'd leave him outside the back gate of the estate, close the gate, and that was it.

Yun Shuwen lay on the ground coughing for a while, coughing up a few mouthfuls of water that tasted muddy before slowly coming to her senses.

My body is dry.

He looked down and saw that someone had changed him into a blue long robe, not his original robe covered in mud.

His chest was bulging, and with trembling hands he opened it to find several steamed buns and a silver note inside.

One hundred taels!

Yun Shuwen stared at the four characters "Taihe Money Shop" on the banknote for a good while, then suddenly grinned.

The smile looked particularly comical on his pale face.

His mouth was stretched wide, but his eyes were red and swollen; it was hard to tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

His mother still gave him the money.

His mother still acknowledged him.

Saying you'll ignore him, but in the end you still can't bear to part with him, right?

One hundred taels may not be much, but it represents an attitude.

As long as his mother is still willing to give him money, there is still room for maneuver.

He carefully tucked the banknote into his pocket and threw away the steamed bun.

He rolled over and got up, brushing the dirt off his clothes.

He squatted in the nearby woods until Xiao Fang led the group of playboys and took Yun Shuyao away from his manor.

He glanced back at the tightly closed gate of the manor and knelt down directly at the gate.

They pounded on the door repeatedly.

The gatekeeper came out and saw that it was the same young master again.

They were about to step forward and drive them away.

But then Yun Shuwen pulled a shard of porcelain from his sleeve and held it to his neck!