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

Qin did not give him a chance to speak.

She picked up the teacup, her gaze falling coldly down from the edge of the cup.

Like a dull knife, not sharp, yet it makes it hard to breathe.

"Haven't you always looked down on the Qin family's money?"

"That's perfect. From now on, if you want to spend a single penny, you'll have to earn it yourself."

A surge of anger rose in Yun Shuwen's eyes.

The flames were both poisonous and bright, crackling and burning in his cloudy eyes.

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, and his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something.

Then he met Qin's gaze.

The coldness in those eyes sent a chill down his spine.

He suddenly realized that this might be his last chance.

If he has an attack now, his mother will immediately have the guards throw him out, and he won't even be allowed to go to the deer park.

He forced himself to lower his head and swallow back his anger bit by bit.

He swallowed hard, but managed to force a submissive expression onto his face.

"...Yes, Mother."

Qin waved to the steward.

The butler stepped forward and gestured for Yun Shuwen to proceed without any expression.

The deer park is located in the northwest corner of the estate, where hundreds of deer are kept and cared for by three old servants.

When Yun Shuwen was taken over, the old servant looked him up and down.

There was no curiosity or awe in his gaze, only a businesslike indifference.

Clearly, the butler had given prior instructions.

"Over there, shovel deer dung."

The old servant handed over a shovel and pointed inside the deer pen.

Yun Shuwen looked down at the shovel.

The shovel handle was covered with dried deer dung and hay residue, emitting a pungent, foul odor.

When did he ever touch something like that?

When he was at the Duke's mansion, even if his shoes got a little dusty, a maid would kneel down and wipe them clean for him.

Now they're actually making him shovel deer dung?

He gritted his teeth, took the shovel, and walked into the deer pen.

The deer pen was covered with deer droppings, mixed with trampled hay and mud, forming a dark, murky layer.

He pinched his nose, stretched out the shovel and shoveled at it casually a couple of times, but the amount of manure he scooped up was less than half the size of the shovel head.

The deer were startled by his clumsy movements and scattered in all directions. A stag ran past him from behind and splattered mud all over his tail.

Yun Shuwen cursed and slammed the shovel to the ground.

Fuck it!

Why should he be made to do such a lowly job?

His mother, who possessed immense wealth, was simply trying to make things difficult for him.

Xiao Fang led a group of playboys, eating, drinking, and roasting deer here.

His own son is the one who has to shovel deer dung?

Yun Shuwen's stomach started rumbling.

I'm hungry.

I haven't had a proper meal since yesterday.

His gaze fell on a half-grown fawn among the herd, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

The image of sizzling venison on the grill, its aroma filling the air, and the image of those spoiled brats feasting on it all flashed through my mind.

Why can't he eat it?

Yun Shuwen found a knife in the corner and struggled to catch the fawn. He killed it in a flurry, getting himself covered in blood.

He didn't care about appearances and dragged the deer over to the grill.

They lit the stove again and cut off a deer leg to roast over the fire.

The heat control was terrible; the outside was burnt and the inside was still bloody.

But he wolfed it down, leaving his mouth and hands covered in oil.

After he finished eating, he casually tossed the bones aside, leaned against a tree, and let out a satisfied burp.

The deer park was very quiet.

The old servant disappeared, and no one came to take care of him.

He sat for a while, and slowly it dawned on him.

His mother really didn't intend to care about him anymore.

Shoveling deer dung is just the beginning. Today he's shoveling dung, tomorrow he might be carrying dung.

He'll spend his whole life in this stinking deer pen, working like those three old servants until he dies.

No.

He stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes.

Since the mother is heartless, don't blame him for being unjust!

He was, after all, the direct grandson of the Qin family, and the things in this estate should rightfully belong to him.

Yun Shuwen skillfully made her way into the guest room.

There are no guests staying overnight today; the row of guest rooms is all empty.

He pushed open the door to one of the rooms, which was elegantly furnished.

Several pieces of porcelain were displayed on the antique shelf, and a jade mountain sculpture sat on the table.

Even the calligraphy and paintings hanging above the bed are framed in mahogany.

He doesn't know much about antiques, but he knows what looks valuable.

He ripped the tablecloth off and spread it on the floor, then swept all the ornaments into it—

Jade carvings, porcelain vases, gilded incense burners, and a Duan inkstone.

He went to the next room and stuffed all the small items he could carry into his pocket.

His clothes were bulging and stuffed full, making a jingling sound as he walked.

He slung his bundle over his shoulder and, taking advantage of the twilight, slipped out through the side door, his figure quickly disappearing onto the path outside the manor.

The butler came to report in the evening.

He stood in the flower hall, his expression more enigmatic than usual.

Qin was leaning against the window reading a book when she heard footsteps and looked up.

"lady."

The butler's voice was very restrained.

"A report came from the deer park that the eldest young master only shoveled the deer dung twice before throwing the shovel away."

He caught a fawn, killed it, roasted it, and ate it.

After finishing their meal, they went to the guest room and took away a lot of valuable ornaments.

Standing there, one had already left the village.

He finished speaking in a measured tone and then pulled a sheet out of his sleeve.

Above is a list of lost items compiled by the guest room staff.

Qin did not reach out to take it.

The flower hall was quiet for a while.

Qin's gaze fell on the twilight outside the window. She remained silent for a long time, and then her lips twitched slightly.

It wasn't a smile; the curve was too shallow and faint. It was more like a sense of melancholy after everything had settled.

It seems that what she had been waiting for has finally happened.

"understood."

She looked away, lowered her head again, and turned a page of the book, her voice as calm as if she were talking about something trivial.

Tell the doorman...

From this day forward, he is not to be let in again.

The butler responded and turned to leave.

"besides."

Qin's voice came from behind, this time pausing slightly.

"You don't need to report his affairs to me anymore."

The butler turned and glanced at Madam Qin.

She kept her head down, the pages of the book obscuring her face, revealing only a pair of well-maintained hands.

Those hands held the book steadily, without trembling at all.

The butler sighed inwardly, bowed, and withdrew.

Zhenbei Palace.

Xiao Fang returned home early today.

Yun Shuyao was leaning against the chaise lounge by the window and didn't look up when she heard his footsteps.

This person never restrained himself when he walked; the soles of his boots tapped on the bluestone slabs, and his steps were large and casual.

In the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, there wasn't another person who dared to walk like that.

Sure enough, the curtain was lifted a moment later, and Xiao strode in.

He carried a long, narrow brocade box in his arms and placed it on the table in front of her.

"What is it?"

Yun Shuyao looked up.

"nice one."

Xiao Fang didn't say much, and opened the brocade box on his own, taking out a scroll from it.

The mounting of the scroll is exquisite, with a silk backing and white jade scroll ends.

It looks like a legitimate item.

Xiao Fang sat down on the couch, shoulder to shoulder with hers, and unfurled the scroll in a generous manner.

Yun Shuyao glanced down and quickly looked away.

"You...you..."

Her ears burned with alarming speed, and she reached out to snatch the scroll.

"Where did you get this?!"

Xiao raised his hand and easily lifted the scroll to a height that she couldn't reach.

He looked down at Yun Shuyao, his eyes brimming with a bright smile, but his tone was completely serious.

"I specifically asked the eunuch to provide the things from the palace."

It's said to be a rare imperial collection edition; you can't buy it anywhere else.

He unfurled the scroll again, his long, slender fingers touching the two figures nestled together on the silk, and commented:

"Look at this painting, it's much more exquisite than your embroidery patterns."

The proportions of the figures are also correct, unlike those poorly made, substandard works that look like two radishes.

Yun Shuyao took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound less shaky.

"You, a prince... going to the palace to ask a eunuch for something like this... what kind of talk will that make?"