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

All the clues were completely connected.

Su gave all the money she had embezzled from her to Su Wenbin.

Su Wenbin had just arrived in Beijing when he was given this lucrative post in charge of military rations.

This is by no means a coincidence.

In his previous life, a war broke out on the border, and the Prince of Zhenbei died in battle six months later.

It is rumored that there was a traitor in the army, and there was also a problem with the army's food supplies.

His Majesty was furious and thus began to rigorously inspect the military rations, making his uncle a scapegoat.

Now that Su Wenbin has become the military procurement officer, if he tampers with the military rations, he will definitely use the money to curry favor with the Prince of the Wing who promoted him.

A chill ran down Yun Shuyao's back.

My maternal grandparents' family just happened to become the scapegoat.

No, perhaps the scapegoating was not a coincidence; they had chosen the Qin family before they even began their scheme.

If it wasn't planned in advance, why was the mess cleaned up so thoroughly after it was exposed?

Back then, Prince Yi volunteered to personally investigate the case.

The Qin family, consisting of 518 members, was slaughtered without exception. At that time, the execution ground was teeming with people, and the stench of blood lingered for seven days.

These people not only want the uncle dead, but also the Qin family's immense wealth.

After acquiring the Qin family's assets, the Wing King made rapid progress.

Not long after, he replaced the crown prince and was appointed the new heir apparent by the emperor!

What about the Marquis's mansion? What role did they play in all of this?

Did Marquis Yong'an and Gu Jinghuai participate in the selection of a scapegoat?

It's certain that they are involved in this matter!

Yun Shuyao took a deep breath, feeling a tightness and suffocation in her chest.

She demanded a dowry, originally to vent her anger from her past life and to protect herself by annuling the engagement.

Little did she expect that she would uncover the truth behind her uncle's wrongful death.

"Miss?"

Seeing that her face was pale, Chuntao called out softly.

Yun Shuyao waved her hand, her eyes no longer filled with confusion, only coldness.

Regardless of whether the Marquis's mansion was involved or not, Su Wenbin, the military supplies procurement officer, was definitely the mastermind.

And then there's the Wing King.

Even if he wields immense power, I still have to investigate.

Not for any other reason than for the sake of her beloved maternal grandfather and uncle, who kept shouting "innocent" until their deaths.

"Zhao Hu".

Yun Shuyao raised her eyes, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable determination.

"Investigate every batch of military rations that Su Wenbin took over, make sure to find the storage location, and then check if the supplier is the Qin family."

"Mr. Zhou."

She turned to Zhou Heng.

"Take my seal and go to the Qin family to find my uncle. Ask him to cooperate with you in thoroughly investigating the military ration accounts for any suspicious items."

The two men acknowledged and withdrew.

Yun Shuyao looked out the window and took a deep breath.

She knew that from this moment on, she would face not only the forced marriage from the Marquis's mansion, but a deeper vortex.

But she wasn't afraid.

In this life, she not only has to live for herself, but also protect the people she cares about.

The following night.

The moonlight, cool as water, spilled onto the roof of the granaries on the outskirts of Beijing, casting a layer of cold white light.

Yun Shuyao huddled in the shadow of the grain cart, wearing a dusty gray short-sleeved shirt, looking exactly like a helper.

She had covered her face with a black cloth and had been squatting there for half an hour.

After figuring out the patrol team's routine, she began to move slowly along the wall during breaks in the patrol.

Suddenly, two more soldiers came over, one of them holding a lantern and shining it in her direction.

Yun Shuyao quickly hid behind an empty grain cart, and only peeked out after the guards had gone far away.

Continuing to follow the simple map they had obtained beforehand, they made their way to the most secluded row of warehouses on the west side.

That was one of the suspicious locations she had spent a lot of money to find out.

The closer you get to the warehouse, the stronger the musty smell in the air.

When I reached the entrance to the warehouse, I saw the old man who dealt with swill, and the heavy brass lock he had mentioned.

She took something wrapped in oilcloth from her sleeve, opened it, and inside was a bunch of keys of slightly different sizes.

This is a "master key" that she had a locksmith make. It is said that no matter how complicated the lock is, it can be opened as long as the teeth are matched.

Yun Shuyao's heart pounded like a drum, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she picked out a slender key and carefully inserted it into the lock.

She tried three more keys after failing, and finally got some response when she inserted the fourth key into the lock.

"Click...click..."

The soft sound of metal rubbing together was especially clear in the night.

She held her breath, gently turned her wrist, and suddenly heard a soft "click"—the lock opened.

A surge of joy filled his heart, and he was about to push open the door when he heard hurried footsteps behind him, and someone whispering:

"Who's there?!"

Yun Shuyao froze, immediately trying to find a secluded corner to hide, but her foot tripped over something.

With a "crack," a dry branch snapped underfoot, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"Someone's there!"

The two soldiers who had left suddenly raised their voices and ran towards her.

Yun Shuyao's heart was in her throat. There was no place to hide in the open threshing ground all around.

As the lantern's light drew closer, she could even see the cold glint of the long sword in the soldier's hand.

It’s over.

Just then, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered her mouth!

Yun Shuyao froze in fright. Just as she was about to struggle, she was pulled into a nearby haystack by a brute force.

The person behind her pulled her down to the ground, and the thick hay instantly buried them both, leaving only a narrow gap for ventilation.

Her back was pressed against a warm chest, and the other person's breath fell on the nape of her neck, carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

This aura... feels somewhat familiar.

"Don't make a sound."

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in my ear, tinged with a playful chuckle.

Is it Xiao Fang?!

Yun Shuyao's eyes widened in disbelief.

How did he end up here?

The footsteps outside stopped nearby, and the soldiers' voices rang out.

"I think I heard some noise over here just now."

"Let's search it!"

There was a rustling sound coming from outside the haystack, as if someone was poking at it with a knife.

Yun Shuyao's heart pounded even faster, and she instinctively snuggled closer to the person behind her.

Xiao Fang's chest trembled, and he chuckled silently, but his hand still covered her mouth, his fingertips touching her cheek, carrying a rough warmth.

After a while, the soldiers' voices gradually faded into the distance.

"Nobody's here? Maybe it's a rat..."

Xiao Fang only released his grip after the footsteps had completely disappeared.

The haystack was pitch black; the only sound was their breathing.

Just as Yun Shuyao was about to speak, he pressed down on her shoulder.

"Wait a little longer, they might turn back."

In the cramped space, the two were very close together.

She could smell his scent; it wasn't any expensive perfume, but rather the fragrance of sun-dried soapberry mixed with a faint hint of alcohol.

"What are you doing here?"

Yun Shuyao lowered her voice, her tone wary.

"That's what I should be asking you."

Xiao Fang's voice was right above his head.

"Miss Yun, you disguised yourself as a servant and broke into the military granary, and you even brought a master key. You're quite well-prepared, aren't you?"

Yun Shuyao's face flushed slightly; he had actually seen that too.

"I……"

Xiao Fang chuckled softly.

"Are you checking the grain in the western granary?"

Yun Shuyao suddenly looked up, her forehead bumping into his chin. The man seemed fine, but she hissed in pain.

"Don't move."

Xiao Fang reached out and rubbed her forehead.

"Are you investigating too?"

Yun Shuyao asked in return.

"Otherwise, did you think I came here to look at the moon?"

Xiao Fang laughed again, his voice tinged with amusement.

"I just found an account book in the storeroom, but before I could take a closer look, I heard a little girl break a tree branch."

Yun Shuyao's face flushed even more; it turned out she had ruined his plans.

"So what do we do now?" she asked.

Xiao Fang didn't say anything, but suddenly stood up and reached out to pull her out of the hay.

Under the moonlight, his red robe was stained with some grass clippings, yet it remained upright.

He pointed to the roof of the warehouse next to him.

"Go up and talk."

Before Yun Shuyao could react, he swept her up in his arms.

With a light tap of his toes, Xiao Fang easily carried her onto the roof.