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

Yun Shuyao thought Xiao Fang was out on business today and would return home later.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fang sat down at the table right on time as soon as dinner was served.

"Weren't you quite busy today?"

How could Yun Shuyao not know about such a major event that everyone in Kyoto knew about?

"Yes, I'm busy, but I'll still check it off my list."

Yun Shuyao looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of helplessness.

Sure enough, right after the two finished their meal, Yun Shuyao was pulled by Xiao Fang to do some exercise.

He even euphemistically called it "aiding digestion."

I finished testing the last page of the fire avoidance diagram tonight.

Yun Shuyao felt she had never been so tired in her life.

She lay face down on the brocade quilt, her long hair spread across the pillow, her eyes half-closed, too weak to even turn over.

Xiao Fang, on the other hand, was in high spirits. He wrung out a warm handkerchief from the washroom and carefully wiped her face and hands.

After doing all this, he didn't turn off the light, but instead took the fire avoidance diagram back and flipped through it from beginning to end.

Hearing the sound of the page turning, Yun Shuyao felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, Xiao Fang spoke up the next moment.

His tone was exactly the same as when he was approving official documents in the Inspection Department.

It appeared very businesslike and well-organized, even displaying a rigorous academic spirit.

"Yaoyao, let's summarize."

Yun Shuyao buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"I do not want."

"No, you have to finish what you start."

Xiao Fang spread the scroll out on his lap, his slender fingers moving from the first page to the next, one by one.

"Pages one through four cover basic postures that are easy to learn but very practical and suitable for everyday use."

You know what "daily routine" means, right? It means something you can do whenever you feel like it, without having to think too much.

Pages five through nine are of medium difficulty and require some effort to complete.

The problems get progressively harder from page 10 onwards. Today I tried page 18, which required a very high level of flexibility.

Even though your back is flexible, you can't do this all the time; it's easy to injure yourself.

He paused, looked up at Yun Shuyao, and made a serious conclusion.

"Therefore, my suggestion is to focus on pages four and seven in daily use, and occasionally insert page twelve."

Page eighteen... once a month, as a special treat.

Yun Shuyao lifted her head from the pillow, her face filled with utter despair.

"Are you trying to take notes?"

"Good idea."

Xiao Fang reached out to grab the paper and pen on the table.

"Xiao Fang!"

Xiao Fang smiled, put down his pen, and leaned closer to her.

He propped himself up on the edge of her pillow, looking down at her.

My wife had just been through a lot; her eyes were still slightly red, and there were still some damp marks on her eyelashes.

The force with which she glared at him was weak and intimidating.

Seeing this, Xiao Fang felt even more comfortable than if he had won a battle.

"Don't you like discussing this?"

Xiao Fang asked the question knowingly, deliberately keeping his voice low and slow.

"Who would enjoy discussing this!"

Yun Shuyao raised her voice a few decibels, but then became even more embarrassed and annoyed by her overly excited reaction.

She grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his face.

Xiao Fang didn't dodge, letting her press for two breaths before removing the pillow from his face.

He looked at Yun Shuyao's flushed face and suddenly chuckled.

The laughter was soft and short, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"What are you laughing at!"

Yun Shuyao glared at him.

"I'm laughing at how cute you are."

He put the pillow aside, leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips brushing against her brow as he whispered:

"We've been married for so long, it's not like we're doing anything shameful to discuss how to make you more comfortable."

Yun Shuyao bit her lip, her earlobes turning almost transparently red.

"But we can't discuss it like this... It's like approving official documents... with summaries and notes..."

"Okay, okay, I won't take notes anymore."

He coaxed her along with her words, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"But seriously, don't you also like page eighteen?"

I noticed you were trembling all over when you got to the second half, so it must be because—”

Yun Shuyao covered his mouth with her hand, so hard that she almost pushed him off the edge of the bed.

Xiao chuckled quietly in her palm for a while before reaching out to grasp her wrist and remove her hand from her mouth.

His rough thumb gently caressed the back of her hand.

"I'm not going to say anything more."

He finally suppressed his smile, but the light in his eyes still shone.

"However, you'll have to help me go through the entire fire avoidance diagram tomorrow. I feel like I still have room to improve—"

Yun Shuyao suddenly rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head.

Xiao Fang, however, seemed oblivious to the expression on Xiao Fang's face, and pulled the person, blanket and all, into his arms.

The smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.

The following day, the Supervisory Department

Xiao Fang has been on duty these past few days, and he looks like he's been coated in a layer of light.

It's not that the official robes have been made of new material, nor that the sword has been fitted with a better sheath; it's just the same old feel.

He walks with a brisk pace, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

Sitting in the courtroom of the Censorate, reviewing case files, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up in a smile.

His smile terrified the kneeling officials below, who trembled with fear, thinking this living Yama was plotting some new punishment.

That day, he hosted a banquet at a restaurant, bringing along the core group of playboys from the Censorate.

Prince Lu Zhao, the heir apparent of the Prince of Qing'an, arrived first, followed closely by Lin Hui, the heir apparent of the Duke of Fuguo.

A dozen or so people filled the private room on the second floor.

When Xiao arrived, most of the food and wine had already been served, and several playboys were playing drinking games on the table.

Lu Zhao smiled as soon as he saw him.

"Oh, our Commander Xiao has arrived."

"Look at his face. I don't even need to ask; I haven't seen him with any other expression on his face all month."

Xiao Fang sat down, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"What expression did I make?"

"It's that expression you're making right now."

Lin Hui pointed at him with her chopsticks and chuckled.

"In youth, one is triumphant and swift as a horse, unaware of the partings that come with life."

Brother Xiao, you have no idea, but these past few days when you've been on duty, you've been walking as if you're on cloud nine.

The rest of us watched from behind, filled with envy.

Lu Zhao picked up his wine glass and leaned closer, lowering his voice and smiling meaningfully.

"Brother Xiao, tell us the truth, is the Crown Princess... particularly satisfied with you?"

Xiao Fang leaned back in his chair, holding a teacup, glanced at him, and said nothing, but his smile was a little deeper than before.

That smile made everyone at the table understand.

"I knew it!"

Lu Zhao slammed his hand on the table.

"I saw it with my own eyes back then, in the bathhouse."

Brother Xiao's talent is definitely a gift from God.

"Now that the Crown Princess has married into the family, we can't speak for other things, but she'll definitely enjoy a life of luxury in this regard."

Xiao Fang chuckled softly and lazily swirled the wine in his glass.

"Are you envious?"

"Who wouldn't be envious!"

Someone nearby started shouting.

"Brother Xiao, please have mercy and teach us a few moves."

Xiao Fang put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, glanced at the group of spoiled brats who were staring at him expectantly, and suddenly smiled.

That smile held pride, openness, and a certain unspoken understanding that only men share.

"First, you must put your heart into it."

He raised one finger, his posture casual yet exuding composure.

"Secondly, you must study diligently."

third……"

He paused, then picked up his wine glass.

"...I can't tell you that."

Everyone at the table simultaneously clicked their tongues in disapproval.

The Prince of Qing'an slammed his wine cup on the table and laughed as he scolded:

"Brother Xiao, that's not fair of you! You only said half of what you meant. I curse you to sleep in the study when you get back!"

"He sleeps in the study?"

Lin Hui scoffed.

"Believe it or not, he wouldn't last even half a cup of tea if the Crown Princess gave him a single glance, and he'd be forced to kneel down."

Xiao Fang finished his tea, stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed to everyone.

With a composed smile on his lips, he turned and went downstairs.

"I originally wanted to spend some time with you guys, but what you've said has made me miss my wife."

You guys have fun, I'm leaving now.

Lu Zhao's loud voice came from behind.

"See that look? He's got that expression on his face! He'll definitely be up to no good when he gets back!"

Xiao Fang didn't turn around, but the corners of his mouth turned up even higher.

The daylight was just right outside the restaurant, and people were coming and going on the long street.

Xiao Fang mounted his horse, flicked the reins, and galloped off towards the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.