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

His eyes were open and his mouth was agape, as if he was on his deathbed, wanting to say something but unable to.

Those cloudy eyes stared unblinkingly at the corner of the wall.

Stare in Su Yuyan's direction!

But there was no light in those eyes anymore; the pupils were dilated, like two dry, lifeless wells.

His chest remained still.

Not a single one.

Su Yuyan stared blankly at that face for a long time.

It wasn't until the night breeze seeping in from the corner of the wall startled her that she suddenly realized what she was seeing.

Her pupils contracted sharply, her mouth opened and closed, and then she let out a scream from deep in her throat.

The scream was shrill and hoarse, like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on.

She covered her ears, buried her face in her knees again, curled up into a ball, and trembled like a leaf.

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault..."

"It's your own fault for not getting through it... What right do you have to glare at me!"

Her voice grew shriller and faster, as if she were arguing with someone she couldn't see.

"Don't blame me! Don't blame me! If you want revenge, go find Yun Shuyao!"

"If you're so capable, go find Xiao Fang and take revenge! Don't come looking for me! Don't come looking for me—"

She started crying as she spoke, and then she started laughing again as she cried.

After laughing for a while, he started muttering again, repeating the same few sentences over and over.

Tears and saliva mixed together and dripped onto his knees, soaking a large area.

Su was still lying there, her eyes still fixed on the corner of the wall.

The night wind slipped in through the cracks in the wooden slats of the window, causing the flame of the oil lamp in the corner to flicker.

The light and shadow on Su's face flickered, creating a momentary daze.

It was as if the corners of her mouth curved slightly, whether she was smiling or saying something she could never say again was unclear.

Su Yuyan screamed again and fainted completely.

Zhenbei Palace.

Yun Shuyao felt no emotion upon learning of Su's death.

She thought she would feel relieved, that she would feel she had died too easily.

But when it really came down to it, she realized that none of that mattered anymore.

When she was first reborn, when she first heard that she had been cursed with withered leaves, she truly hated it.

But Xiao Fang changed her mind.

She deserves a better life; she shouldn't live only for hatred.

That would be underestimating oneself and overestimating one's enemy.

Xiao Fang carefully observed her expression and, seeing that she seemed to no longer care, breathed a sigh of relief.

He already knew that Shu Yao's future life would no longer revolve around the Gu family.

"Yaoyao... if you're not tired, how about we..."

Yun Shuyao smiled helplessly and directly grabbed Xiao Fang's neck.

As if granted a pardon, Xiao Fang immediately picked the person up and strode towards the bedroom.

Hot Spring Village.

Just three days later, Yun Shuwen came again.

The same trick again, a shard of porcelain pressed against his throat.

The servants dared not stop them, nor did they dare to bear the responsibility for driving their young master to his death.

Yun Shuwen continued to verbally apologize, but his actions were aimed at forcing Qin Shi to forgive him.

Qin looked at him for a while, then suddenly picked up her teacup, lowered her head again, and slowly took a sip.

That movement was so effortless.

She was so composed that everyone understood one thing—she was certain he wouldn't dare die.

The guards noticed it too.

The eldest son's hand was trembling. The porcelain shard was pressed against his neck, but he didn't press it any deeper.

His eyes darted back and forth between his mother and the porcelain shards, and sweat poured down his forehead.

His face was filled with fear and resentment, but he lacked the resolve to die.

The lead guard stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. With a slight pull, the porcelain shards clattered to the ground.

The other two guards grabbed his arms from either side and lifted him up.

"Mother—Mother!"

Yun Shuwen struggled to turn around, kicking her feet wildly on the ground, even losing one of her shoes.

"You can't do this to me! I'm your own son!"

Qin did not look up.

The guard dragged Yun Shuwen through the corridor, shouting himself hoarse the whole way until his voice cracked.

The maids all lowered their heads and made way, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

Until he was dragged out of the manor gate and thrown onto the dirt road.

The heavy wooden door slowly closed in front of him, shutting out all his howls and curses.

Yun Shuwen lay on the ground, pounding his fists on the ground until his knuckles were bleeding.

He hates his mother!

I hate Xiao Fang!

I hate Yun Shuyao!

He hated those spoiled brats who poked him with bamboo poles!

He was furious that the gatekeeper hadn't informed him!

He resented the guards for showing him no mercy!

Everyone has wronged him; he got to this point entirely because of these people.

He cursed them all in his mind until he felt satisfied, then got up from the ground and dusted off his clothes.

The silver notes in his arms were still intact. He touched them to confirm they were still there, and felt a little more at ease.

Of all things under heaven, eating is the most important.

Yun Shuwen prepared to take the silver notes and went to the most famous Zuixianlou restaurant in the capital.

He first went to Taihe Money Exchange to exchange the banknotes for cash. The gleaming silver felt heavy in his hand.

For the first time in a long time, he felt at ease.

Yun Shuwen swaggered into Zuixianlou, sat down in a private room, and ordered all the most expensive dishes on the menu.

Eight-treasure duck, braised deer tendon, crab meat lion's head meatballs, and steamed shad filled the table.

He also ordered a pot of fine bamboo leaf green tea, poured himself a drink, and ate with gusto.

It's been a long time since I've eaten so heartily.

As Yun Shuwen munched on a duck leg, he thought to himself, "A mother is still a mother. No matter how harsh she is with her words, she still gave him money."

He would wait until his mother calmed down before he went to plead with her again, and things would eventually get better.

The meal lasted nearly two hours, and the bill came to almost eighty taels.

Yun Shuwen looked at the meager twenty-odd taels of silver left in his hand and felt somewhat worried.

This amount of money won't last more than a few days...

Then he saw the gambling den across the street.

The signboard of "Jixiangfang" shone with a warm glow in the night.

The red lanterns at the entrance swayed in the wind, as if beckoning to him.

The sound of dice clattering in the cup came from inside, along with cheers from those who won money.

Those sounds were like little hooks, making his heart itch.

Yun Shuwen stood on the street, hesitating for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

What if we win?

Twenty taels become two hundred taels, two hundred taels become two thousand taels, then he won't need to go back and beg his mother.

Then, he can treat his friends to food, drink, and entertainment, just like Xiao Fang treated those playboys.

Yun Shuwen gritted his teeth, pushed open the door of the gambling den, and went inside.

His confidence in entering the gambling den stemmed partly from his social status.

Although he lost his title, he was still the grandson of the Qin family.

What is the Qin family's wealth? The richest family in Kyoto, with mountains of gold and silver, would they care about mere gambling debts?

Not only did he think this way, but the people at the gambling den also thought this way.

So as soon as he entered, the waiter immediately recognized him and eagerly invited him inside.

Tea and melon seeds were served free of charge, and everyone greeted him warmly with "Young Master Yun."

Yun Shuwen won the first few rounds as expected.

He didn't bet much, but his luck was incredibly good. He won seven or eight rounds in a row, and his chips kept piling up.

When the amount reached one thousand taels, he began to tremble.

Her face was flushed, her heart was pounding as if it would jump out of her throat, her eyes were wide open, staring intently at the chips on the gambling table, and her breathing was rapid and heavy.

A thousand taels! He hadn't had such good fortune in a long time!

A voice in Yun Shuwen's head was saying: Stop, that's enough.

But his hand had already pushed the chips out uncontrollably.

One more win, one last win, and I'll stop when it's a round number.

But in this one game, he lost everything!