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

On the dragon throne, the old emperor flipped through the account books presented by Lin Huiyin, his face darkening bit by bit.

He turned the pages one by one, and when he reached one page, his fingers stopped.

The paper was filled with detailed records of the destination of each batch of military equipment.

Although the recipient was not specified, a small mark was drawn after each stroke.

That was a secret code used in the Ministry of Revenue's account books to mark the Prince Yi's residence.

The old emperor closed the account book, raised his head, and looked at Yuan Chongyi kneeling in the center of the hall.

He glanced again at the Wing King standing in the front row of the court officials.

His gaze was calm.

"Someone come here."

The old emperor's voice was not loud, but it silenced the entire hall.

"Strip Yuan Chongyi of his official hat and plume, remove his court beads, and strip him of his official robes."

They were arrested along with his eldest son and imprisoned in the Censorate prison.

The position of Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel will be filled by the newly appointed top scholar in the imperial examination.

Two palace guards stepped forward, snatched the black gauze hat off Yuan Chongyi's head, and tore off the court beads around his neck.

The coral beads scattered all over the floor with a clatter, bouncing and rolling a long way across the white marble floor of the main hall.

Yuan Chongyi's official robe was ripped open from the collar, revealing the white undergarment underneath. His arms were twisted behind his back, causing him to bend over.

His eldest son, Yuan Wenzhao, was also dragged out of the court.

He was also stripped of his official robes and hat, and his hands were tied behind his back.

The father and son were held down by the guards like two chickens waiting to be slaughtered, and escorted out along the imperial road in the center of the hall.

Lin Hui stepped aside, making way for them.

His movements were very respectful; he even bowed slightly, as if making way for a passing colleague.

But his gaze remained fixed on the father and son, a smile playing on his lips.

As Yuan Wenzhao was being escorted past him, he raised his eyes.

Those eyes were filled with resentment, blood red, like a snake whose tail had been stepped on, staring intently at Shen Hui.

Lin Hui tilted her head, met Yuan Wenzhao's resentful eyes, and curled the corners of her mouth upward.

That smile was extremely arrogant, completely undisguised and unrestrained.

I really want to say: Yes, it was me who investigated you, it was me who wanted to raid your home, what can you do to me?

Yuan Wenzhao's eyes were almost bursting, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but the guard behind him pushed him hard.

He staggered forward several steps and almost fell on the imperial road.

Yuan Chongyi finally lost his composure. He struggled to turn around and glanced in the direction of the Wing King.

That look was urgent and panicked, with the madness of a dying person grasping at a last straw.

He even silently mouthed the words, "Your Highness, save me."

But the Wing King did not look at him.

The Wing King's gaze calmly passed over him, landing on the open palace door in the distance, as if passing over a discarded pawn that was no longer of any use.

Yuan Chongyi was escorted out of the main hall. Sunlight streamed in from outside the hall, making him squint.

Standing in the court, Duke Lin Jingzhong, the Assistant State, slowly stroked his beard.

His gaze followed the father and son until they disappeared outside the palace gates, then he looked away and lowered his eyes to look at the tablet in his hand.

His expression was calm, as calm as if he were the one who had just been impeached, not his lifelong nemesis, but an insignificant person.

But the fingertips of his hand, which was stroking his beard, were trembling slightly.

He recalled that when he was young, he was a principal clerk in the Ministry of Personnel, and Yuan Chongyi was also there.

They were all young then, newcomers to officialdom, full of vigor and ambition.

But Yuan Chongyi was always better than him; his writing was better, his eloquence was better, and his network of connections was wider.

Every time there was a discussion in the imperial court, Yuan Chongyi could leave him speechless.

He's bad at arguing; even though he knows he's right, he can never win an argument.

Later, they both fell in love with the same woman; he married her, but Yuan Chongyi did not.

From then on, Yuan Chongyi found all sorts of ways to make things difficult for him in terms of engineering work.

They steal his credit, suppress his memorials, and speak ill of him insinuatingly to the emperor.

He endured half his life, and lived a life of humiliation for the rest of his life.

Today, his son avenged him.

It wasn't about words, it was about the Supervisory Department and the methods taught by Xiao Fang.

His son used to be a notorious playboy in the capital, who did nothing but walk around with his birds and fight crickets all day long.

But now his son stands in the Golden Palace, having exposed a traitorous parasite for the court.

His son was many times better than Yuan Chongyi's son.

Lin Jingzhong's lips slowly curled up, and his chin lifted slightly.

He didn't look back at the Wing King, nor at anyone else.

He just stood there, his back ramrod straight, but he was overjoyed inside.

Zhenbei Palace.

Ever since that scroll of fire-avoidance diagram entered the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, Xiao Fang felt as if he had obtained a peerless military treatise.

He used to be clingy, but at least he had his limits.

It's different now.

With his "teaching material" at his disposal, he became exceptionally assertive and confident when pestering people.

Every evening when he returned from the Inspectorate, the first thing he did was not to change his clothes or drink tea.

Instead, he took the scroll out of the brocade box, spread it on the table, and carefully turned a page.

Then he looked up at Yun Shuyao, and the meaning in his eyes was crystal clear: This is it for tonight.

Yun Shuyao went from initial embarrassment and anger to helplessness, and finally to numbness.

She even summarized a set of rules.

Xiao Fang turned the pages at a rate of one page per day.

He would first "study the theory," discussing the scroll with her for a long time, speaking eloquently as if analyzing military intelligence.

Then comes "practical training," where he puts the discussed topics into practice.

While putting it into practice, he kept muttering to himself, summarizing his gains and losses.

The following evening, Xiao Fang opened a new page.

Yun Shuyao was leaning against the headboard reading a book when she caught a glimpse of him carrying a scroll over. She silently closed the book and took a deep breath.

"Let's try this tonight."

Xiao Fang placed the scroll in front of her, pointed his finger at the figure on the silk, and remained calm.

"I spent a whole day working on this page; the challenge lies in maintaining the balance."

You need to shift your weight back, and I'll put my arm around you from this side and support your waist with my other hand.

However, the force shouldn't be concentrated on the waist; it should be distributed across the shoulders and back.

Yun Shuyao closed her eyes, and her ears began to turn red.

"You've been researching this all day? Doesn't the Inspection Department have anything better to do?"

"Of course, how can I make you comfortable if I don't study it properly?"

Xiao Fang looked completely at ease, and his serious tone made Yun Shuyao want to crumple his face into a ball.

"You have no idea, when you were testing page eight the day before yesterday, you frowned twice in the middle."

I looked back at the drawing and realized that my right hand was in the wrong position, pressing on your waist.

He set the scroll aside, rolled up his sleeves, and sat down next to her.

"So I came up with an adjustment plan today."

"Come on, don't be shy. Let's try this new angle first and see if it's comfortable."

Yun Shuyao was speechless after his extremely serious analysis.

This person studies this kind of thing like it's war!

Strategy, tactics, review, and adjustments—a single process, executed with even greater rigor than approving official documents.

She didn't know whether to be angry or amused, but Xiao Fang's serious expression softened her heart and made her reluctant to spoil the mood.

Xiao Fang wasn't researching these things for his own pleasure; this man genuinely cared about the two times she frowned.

"You..."

Yun Shuyao sighed, raised her hand to stroke his face, and gently rubbed her thumb on his brow bone twice.

Xiao Fang tilted his head and rubbed his face against her palm, like a leopard whose fur had been stroked.

What's wrong with me?

"How could you be like this..."

She thought for a long time but couldn't find a suitable word.

"So eager to learn?"

Xiao Fang spoke for her, his eyes spreading out in layers of smiles.

That's right!

Your husband's greatest strength is his willingness to delve into things.

How can there be progress without diligent study? How can there be happiness without progress?