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

When Xiao Fang rode his horse to the old house, Yun Shuyao had just finished settling accounts with Zhou Heng.

She was sitting by the window organizing her notes when she heard the servant's voice outside the courtyard trying to stop her.

"Hey, sir, that's young lady's boudoir. You can't just barge in..."

As soon as Yun Shuyao looked up, she saw Xiao Fang, his red robe fluttering, enter.

The servant behind her was still shouting, but she waved him away.

Zhao Hu stood in the courtyard without going forward. Seeing the young lady's attitude, he knew he had guessed correctly.

That night, the young lady clearly wanted to ask this young master for a favor, so now that he has come, she will definitely want to see him.

"How much of your 'dream' are you still unaware of?"

Xiao Fang asked abruptly, his eyes still showing lingering anxiety.

Yun Shuyao put down her pen, gestured for everyone to leave, and then looked up to ask:

"Did the young prince believe it?"

Xiao Fang, no longer composed, nodded and asked again:

"You said there might be problems with the food supplies, but what else do you know? Who was the traitor in your dream?"

"I don't know the specifics, nor do I know who the traitor is."

Yun Shuyao said frankly:

"The scenes in my dreams are mostly about my maternal grandfather's entire family being executed."

As for the Prince of Zhenbei, I know nothing about how he was betrayed and how the military rations became moldy and inedible.

Seeing that Xiao Fang's eyes darkened after she finished speaking, Yun Shuyao immediately added:

"But we can check."

Go and investigate who handled the military rations, and investigate the trusted confidants of the Prince of Zhenbei.

I went to find my uncle to find out if there was anything wrong with the military rations he sold.

One person to watch out for here is Su Wenbin, the quartermaster who was recently promoted by the Wing King.

Xiao Fang frowned, but nodded seriously.

Although he didn't get any more useful information, he at least confirmed his previous suspicions: there must be something wrong with the deputy general by his father's side.

He was responsible for receiving all military supplies. If the purchased grain was moldy, how did he manage to get it through the quarantine?

If there are no problems when purchasing, but the grain becomes moldy when it reaches the border, then his problem is even bigger!

"Who is Su Wenbin? Is he also someone from your dream? I don't think there's anyone like him in the Ministry of War?"

Yun Shuyao recounted the information she had received from the Yong'an Marquis's residence, along with her own deductions, to Xiao Fang.

Finally, the two decided that Xiao Fang would first go and investigate the military granary and Su residence that night, and then discuss the next steps.

As dusk fell, a "soldier" carrying a sack appeared outside a granary on the outskirts of Beijing.

Wearing a gray cloth top and with mud and ash on his face, he blended in seamlessly among the grain-carrying laborers—this was Xiao Fang in disguise.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept his eyes fixed on Deputy General Zhang at the entrance of the granary.

The man, clad in iron armor, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his voice booming like thunder.

"Keep a close eye on this 'express' batch! Carefully count the grain when unloading; if even one grain is missing, you'll be held responsible!"

Several grain soldiers quickly agreed, and Xiao Fang followed the crowd, carrying sacks as he went inside.

As he passed that batch of "urgent" grain carts, he deliberately tripped, causing the sacks to hit the wall of the cart with a dull thud.

"You blind fool!"

Deputy General Zhang reprimanded him sternly, but then personally went forward to investigate, his eyes revealing a strange caution.

Xiao Fang lowered his head, a handful of millet already in his hand—the new rice was slippery, indicating they hadn't made a move yet.

He didn't dare linger, carrying the sack, he quickly walked out of the granary and disappeared into the twilight.

The Su residence.

Just after the clapper sounded at Hai Shi (9-11 PM), Xiao Fang, like a night owl, crouched among the branches of the old locust tree behind the Su residence.

The leaves obscured his figure, revealing only his sharp eyes, which were fixed on the two shadowy figures reflected in the study window.

It was Su Wenbin and his butler.

"...Keep a close eye on that batch of goods. They must be replaced in three days. There can't be any mishaps."

Su Wenbin's voice was low and muffled, tinged with the smell of alcohol.

"The arrangements have been made with Deputy General Zhang. Once the grain passes inspection, the rest will be..."

The rest of the conversation was blown away by the wind, and Xiao Fang only vaguely heard the words "exchanging grain" and "scapegoating".

He frowned slightly. Su Wenbin had just taken office and was already in a hurry to "change" things, which also involved Deputy General Zhang.

It seems Yun Shuyao was right; this matter must be inextricably linked to him.

The figure inside the window stirred, as if getting up to see the guest off.

Xiao Fang swayed and floated down from the locust tree like a falling leaf, disappearing into the shadows at the alley entrance in a few leaps.

Old house.

As soon as Yun Shuyao locked the gate to her courtyard, a dark shadow swept across the wall.

"Who?"

Chun Tao came out carrying a lantern when she suddenly bumped into a man in black clothes who jumped into the courtyard, startling her so much that she dropped the lantern on the ground.

"Thief!"

The man paused, removed his mask, revealing Xiao Fang's somewhat arrogant face.

He ignored the trembling Chun Tao and went straight to the bedroom with the lights on. He tapped the window frame three times with his fingertips, the rhythm distinct.

In the bedroom, Yun Shuyao was staring blankly at the account book when she heard a knock on the window and knew who it was.

She put down her pen and said to Chun Tao, who was standing guard beside her:

"Let him in."

"Miss?"

Chun Tao's eyes turned red.

"That's a man! In the middle of the night..."

"He's not here to cause trouble."

Yun Shuyao's voice was very calm.

"You go down first and guard the courtyard gate. No one is allowed to approach."

Chun Tao wanted to persuade her further, but the determination in her eyes stopped her. She could only stomp her foot, pick up the lantern, and walk outside.

As she passed by Xiao Fang, she mustered up the courage to glare at him, as if to say, "If you dare to disrespect my young lady, I'll fight you to the death."

Xiao Fang didn't take it seriously, pushed open the window and entered, bringing in a chill from the night dew.

He looked at Yun Shuyao sitting upright at the table. The candlelight illuminated her plain profile, which had lost its sharpness during the day and gained a sense of calm.

"I apologize for being so forward."

He unusually toned down his usual nonchalant manner, and his tone was apologetic.

"But what you're talking about... concerns my father's life, and I really can't wait until dawn."

Yun Shuyao shook her head calmly.

"In this moment of urgency, there's no need to worry about such formalities. Besides, I'm also eager to find out the truth about this matter."

Seeing her composed demeanor, Xiao Fang also relaxed and said:

"In your 'dream,' your father's death was related to military rations. Do you know which batch was problematic?"

"It's related to military rations."

Yun Shuyao nodded, then shook her head.

"But I didn't dream about which batch of military rations it was or who was behind it. It's just my speculation that it was related to 'procurement'."

Xiao Fang's eyes darkened; there was too little information.

"I suspect that Deputy General Zhang has a problem."

He stated frankly, "This person has been keeping a close eye on a batch of 'urgent' military rations recently. I have already infiltrated the granary to check it out, and there is no problem with this batch of rations."

"What about Su Wenbin?"

Yun Shuyao frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"You guessed right."

Xiao Fang told Yun Shuyao what he had overheard at the Su residence.

Then, raising an eyebrow, she asked, "You know him?"

I guess so.

Yun Shuyao didn't elaborate, only saying:

"This person is related to the Marquis's family by marriage; he was personally promoted by the Prince of Yi."

The Wing King's Mansion... Xiao Fang's fingers clenched slightly.

If it is indeed the Wing King who interfered with the military supplies behind the scenes, then the matter becomes complicated.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

"It seems we need to start the investigation with Deputy General Zhang and Su Wenbin."

Xiao Fang said in a deep voice:

"If you can find a way to contact Su Wenbin, we..."

He paused, seemingly considering where to meet.

He can't keep climbing over the wall to sneak into her room; it would damage her reputation if word got out.

Yun Shuyao spoke first.

"Let's do it here."

Xiao Fang was taken aback.

"This place is remote and unlikely to attract attention."

She explained:

"I am now a 'celebrity' in Beijing, and people are watching me wherever I go."

Going to restaurants or teahouses would be too conspicuous.

Yun Shuyao paused, then added:

"In times of emergency, one must act expediently; saving lives is of utmost importance."

Looking into her open and honest eyes, Xiao Fang's initial awkwardness suddenly dissipated.

The woman before me was very clear-headed and knew what was more important.

"it is good."

Xiao Fang agreed.

"I'll keep an eye on the granary tomorrow. If there's any unusual activity there... I'll come back."

Having said that, he turned and walked towards the window, but before climbing out, he turned back to look at her and said:

Thank you.

Yun Shuyao didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly to him.

A soft thud was heard outside the window, followed by silence.

Chun Tao tiptoed in, and seeing that her young mistress was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't help muttering:

"Miss, you mustn't let a man into your room in the middle of the night again..."

Yun Shuyao didn't respond.

As night deepened, the candlelight in the bedroom burned for a long time, reflecting the turbulent thoughts in her eyes.

Chun Tao didn't understand; having secured Xiao Fang's cooperation, the matter was basically settled...