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

In a side room of the Prince Yi's mansion, Yun Shuwen straightened his collar in front of a bronze mirror.

The person in the mirror made him feel somewhat dazed.

He wore a moon-white brocade robe, his hair was tied up with a jade crown, and two pieces of fine jade were inlaid on the jade belt at his waist.

This outfit was sent by Prince Yi, though it doesn't compare to what he used when he was in the Duke's mansion.

But compared to the wretched state of eating cold steamed buns in a dilapidated temple a few days ago, it's a world of difference.

He reached out and touched the edge of the bronze mirror, his fingertips tracing across the surface, where he encountered a face that was both strange and familiar.

Her cheeks were thinner than before, and her cheekbones were slightly protruding, but her clean skin regained its luster.

He was no longer the mud-covered figure he had been when the thugs at the gambling den pinned him to the ground that day.

That day in the carriage, the Wing King said, "I happen to be short of an advisor."

The word "staff" made Yun Shuwen's heart pound the whole way.

Who is Prince Yi? He is the emperor's own son, a powerful prince who can rival the crown prince in the court.

Serving as an advisor to someone like that is something his father wouldn't have dared to dream of when he was alive.

Now he not only dares to dream, but has also moved into the Wing King's Mansion.

From now on, with the Wing King as his backer, let's see who dares to bully him!

The Wing King certainly treated him well.

When the steward led him to the side room, he was very polite, saying that it was the prince's special instruction and that he should rest well.

That evening, a table of delicious food was delivered.

Yun Shuwen sat at the table, biting into a braised pork knuckle, and her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

When was the last time he was served a meal?

It seems like it was before my mother left the mansion and before my father died.

At that time, the mansion was filled with servants, and the kitchen would make whatever he wanted to eat.

Even the water for rinsing the mouth was tested for temperature by the maid before being served.

He thought those days would never come back.

What Yun Shuwen didn't expect was that even more glorious days were yet to come.

The Wing King attended several banquets, and he always brought him along.

He would introduce him to everyone he met, saying, "This young master Yun is my most favored advisor."

Although the title of Duke of Zhenguo had long been gone, the fact that Prince Yi was giving him so much face naturally prompted others to echo his sentiments.

The compliments at the dinner table were increasingly pleasing, with one phrase praising "Young Master Yun as a young and talented man" and another "Young Master Yun as a dashing and romantic figure."

Yun Shuwen, holding a wine glass, was surrounded by people toasting her. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and she couldn't stop smiling.

He felt as if he had come back to life.

Not that stray dog ​​who got kicked out of the gambling den.

Not the one who was publicly shoved into the lotus pond by her sister and brother-in-law, soaking wet.

He was a true nobleman, the young master Yun who could walk with his head held high among the prominent families of the capital.

Once, after a banquet, the Wing King even patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother Yun has a great capacity for tolerance."

Brother Yun has a vast capacity for understanding.

These four words kept Yun Shuwen pondering over and over all night.

The Wing King called him "Brother Yun," not "Young Master Yun," not "Yun Advisor," but Brother Yun.

He felt that the Wing King truly appreciated him and treated him as one of his own.

He even began to plan that once he had established himself by the side of the Wing King, the first thing he would do was go to the estate and show his mother his achievements.

With the Wing King backing him up, let's see if Xiao Fang dares to touch him again.

The Prince of Yi also rewarded him with two concubines, one named Cuiqiao and the other Hongxiao.

They were all good-looking, spoke softly, and served the people with utmost care.

The steward gave Yun Shuwen one hundred taels of silver every month and assigned a servant to run errands for him.

Yun Shuwen simply decided not to return to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

The plaque on that house has long been removed, the servants have all run away, and the yard is overgrown with weeds. What's the point of going back?

At the Prince Yi's residence, he was waited on hand and foot, and enjoyed good food, drink, and prestige. He was extremely happy living there.

He even started calling the steward "Uncle Zhang" and the cook in the kitchen "Old Li," as if he really was half the master of this mansion.

Golden Palace

The day the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was impeached was a rare sunny day.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the carved lattice windows of the Golden Palace, casting straight beams of light onto the white marble floor of the hall.

Tiny dust particles floated slowly within the beam of light, like countless unseen eyes suspended in mid-air, waiting to witness the day's spectacle.

When Xiao Fang stepped forward, the entire court of officials fell silent almost reflexively.

Every time the head of the Inspectorate stepped forward, it meant someone was going to be in trouble.

But this time, it wasn't just Xiao Fang who stepped forward; Lin Hui, the heir of the Duke of Fu, also joined the ranks.

Xiao Fang stood in the center of the main hall, and Lin Hui then made a loud report.

"Your subject, Lin Hui, Deputy Commander of the Censorate, has a memorial to present."

He straightened his clothes and glanced back at the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

That glance carried an undisguised schadenfreude, a trait only found in spoiled brats.

Standing among the court officials, Duke Lin Jingzhong, the Assistant State, calmly stroked his beard.

His gaze passed over the shoulders of the ministers in the front row and landed on his son, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Lin Huiyin unfolded the memorial, her voice clear and resonant, each word spoken with conviction.

"Yuan Chongyi, the Vice Minister of War, colluded with a Northern Hu merchant caravan to illegally sell military equipment out of the country."

The Inspection Department has seized three account books, seventeen letters, and four witnesses.

Furthermore, a considerable amount of gold and silver, bestowed upon the Northern Hu royal court, was found in the Yuan family's storeroom. These items bore the mark of a Northern Hu wolf's head, irrefutable evidence.

After he finished speaking, he handed the memorial upstairs and waved to the outside of the hall.

Several imperial guards from the Censorate carried three large chests into the main hall.

The box was opened, revealing neatly stacked account books, letters, and several weapons still bearing the seals of the Northern Barbarians.

And a box of gleaming gold ingots, with the wolf head mark of the Northern Barbarians branded on the bottom of the ingots.

The entire court was in uproar.

Yuan Chongyi, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, knelt down with a thud, his face as white as a sheet of paper.

He tried to explain, saying that the weapons were supplies being transported to the border and had been hijacked by the Northern Hu people on the way.

They wanted to say that those gold ingots were payment for the caravan's goods and had nothing to do with betraying the country.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

He knew better than anyone else where that batch of weapons had gone.

It was given to the Wing King.

Over the years, he took advantage of his position in the Ministry of War to move weapons out of the armory in batches and into the Prince of Yi's private workshop.

But he couldn't say it.

He would rather bear the charge of treason than betray the Wing King, at least he could gamble that the Wing King would spare his life.

He knelt on the cold ground, trembling uncontrollably, with only one thought in his mind.

The Wing King will save him, he definitely will.

He did so many things for the Wing King for so many years, and moved so many weapons for him.

Having taken such a great risk for him, the Wing King wouldn't abandon him.

The Wing King must have a plan, the Wing King must have a backup plan!

He dared not turn around to look at the Wing King, and could only lower his head, staring at his distorted reflection on the white marble ground.

The Wing King stood at the front of the court, his expression unchanged, with that gentle, jade-like smile still on his lips.

He glanced at Yuan Chongyi kneeling on the ground, then looked away.

It's like looking at a complete stranger.

That smile was flawless; not even the curve of the corners of his mouth changed.

It's like the courtiers who were impeached, not his cronies.

It was as if the subtle, probing glances from the court officials had nothing to do with him.