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

Gu Jinghuai returned to his tent, somewhat disoriented.

He didn't light a lamp, but slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, relying only on the little moonlight that came in from outside.

The tent was cold and damp, and the sheepskin blankets seemed to always carry a lingering, fishy smell.

He fell to the side without even taking off his boots.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

In a daze, he found himself standing in a peach orchard.

The peach blossoms on the tree were as beautiful as clouds and mist, and when the wind blew, the petals fell one after another.

Gu Jinghuai looked down and saw that he was embracing Yun Shuyao.

Yun Shuyao, dressed in a light pink spring dress, was looking at him with a smile.

"My husband, these flowers are so beautiful."

The voice was soft and gentle.

Gu Jinghuai felt a pang of sadness and tenderness in his heart, and raised his hand to brush away the flower petals from Yun Shuyao's temples.

Yun Shuyao's face was inches away.

His eyes welled up slightly, and he slowly lowered his head, wanting to kiss her.

Just then, Yun Shuyao's expression suddenly changed.

Her fair skin quickly withered and faded, and her cheeks became deeply sunken.

His lips were dark purple, and large gushes of black blood gushed from his seven orifices.

Yun Shuyao grabbed his wrist, her voice cold and sharp.

"You killed me! You and your mother killed me!"

Gu Jinghuai! I hate you! I will never forgive you!

Gu Jinghuai suddenly opened his eyes.

It was dark inside the tent, while outside, a faint glimmer of light had already appeared.

He sat up abruptly from the bed, his face sallow, his eyes sunken, and his messy hair sticking wetly to his forehead.

Cold sweat soaked through his undershirt.

After a while, he suddenly buried his face in his left hand, and his shoulders began to shake violently.

His right hand lay limply on his leg. His knuckles were twisted and had lost their shape.

That was Xiao Fang's masterpiece.

His robes hung loosely over his body; he was so thin that he was just a skeleton, like a tattered rag hanging on a bamboo pole.

He cried uncontrollably, his whole body trembling.

"Shu Yao, I know I was wrong..."

Why can't you forgive me?

"We've been childhood sweethearts..."

"That Xiao Fang, you've only known him for a few days?"

"I've seen through Su Yuyan."

She lied to me.

Only you, only you are truly sincere to me.

"I said I would make it up to you..."

He murmured, his voice growing softer and hoarser.

In the end, only intermittent sobs remained.

He regretted it.

But this isn't the capital, and no one is giving him a way back.

Northern Desert Camp

The day Xiao Fang arrived at the northern border, the sky was terribly overcast.

The flags outside the camp gate flapped loudly in the wind, and even the patrolling soldiers looked gloomy.

Without having anyone announce his arrival, he led his men directly into the central command tent.

Inside the tent, the old Marquis was sitting behind his desk, with several lieutenants standing beside him.

When Xiao Fang entered, everyone fell silent.

Some people's eyes lit up with joy, and some wanted to greet Xiao Fang, but after glancing at the commander in the main seat, they held back.

The old marquis slowly stood up, placed his hand on the edge of the table, and said nothing.

Xiao Fang first clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"General, thank you for your hard work, Commander Dai."

The old Marquis raised his hand and returned the greeting with a fist salute.

"The Loyal and Brave King arrived sooner than I expected."

"We can't be slow. If we are slow, the Northern Hu people will make the first move."

Xiao Fang's expression was solemn.

The old marquis pondered for a moment.

"Your Highness, the Tiger Tally was personally handed to me by the Emperor."

Without an imperial edict, I cannot exchange them privately.

Xiao Fang nodded.

"I know the old general's difficulties, but I must take this tiger tally today."

He took a step forward.

"General, my father has just died."

The northern barbarians killed him, but the imperial court signed a peace treaty.

No one in the Zhenbei Army could swallow this insult.

Moreover, even without the tiger tally, I can still mobilize these hundreds of thousands of border troops.

The old marquis's eyelids twitched.

He looked at Xiao Fang but didn't reply.

"The Emperor is seriously ill, and the Crown Prince is in charge of the state affairs."

"If there is any blame for this matter, I, Xiao Fang, will bear full responsibility; it has nothing to do with the old general."

Xiao Fang's tone was not heavy, but every word was clear.

"I'm not here to discuss anything with you today; I'm here to collect the tiger tally."

As he spoke, he walked to the desk and placed one hand on the tiger tally in front of the old marquis.

The old marquis did not hide.

Xiao Fang grabbed the tiger tally, and all the generals in the tent held their breath.

Xiao Fang raised the tiger tally, turned to face the generals, and his voice suddenly rose.

"You saw everything?"

This tiger tally was snatched from the old Marquis by me, Xiao Fang.

If the imperial court investigates in the future, I, Xiao Fang, will bear all the responsibility!

The generals looked at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, a deputy general with a scar on his face knelt down first.

"This humble general is willing to accompany Your Highness on the northern expedition!"

"I would also be willing!"

"Avenge the Loyal and Brave King!"

A whole group of people knelt down in the tent with a clatter.

The old marquis sighed as he watched this scene unfold.

Never mind.

As long as it doesn't implicate my family, I'll share the responsibilities with you.

Xiao Fang turned around and smiled.

"There's no need for you, Lord Marquis, to take responsibility for me. Just don't steal my military credit after we win the battle."

The old marquis was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Xiao Fang smiled too.

The generals in the tent burst into laughter.

The pent-up frustration of the past few days seemed to be largely dispelled by that shout.

Outside the tent, the wind was still strong.

However, the banner bearing the character "Xiao" had already been re-hung in the central command tent.