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

"Shut up!"

Qin glared at him with red eyes.

"You've gone too far!"

Yun Chongshan's anger flared even more at Aunt Feng's words, and he pointed at Qin Shi and said sternly:

"She's right! If it weren't for the fact that the Marquis's wedding is just around the corner, I would kick you out of the manor right now."

If you are unwilling to sever ties with your family, I will now issue you a letter of divorce.

"I'll send you to jail too, so you can keep your wicked father and brothers company!"

Qin felt incredibly sad, as if she had never truly understood this man.

After nearly thirty years of marriage and bearing him two children, she was treated with such cold indifference in the end.

But she also knew at that moment that this was not the time to argue.

Ignoring Aunt Feng, Qin cried and begged again, then knelt down with a thud.

She reached out to hug Yun Chongshan's leg, but was kicked in the shoulder.

"Get out of here!"

Yun Chongshan kicked something as if it were dirty, his face showing utter disgust, and his feet were ruthless.

Qin fell to the ground like a leaf, her shoulder blade throbbing with pain, but her heart ached even more.

Thirty years of forbearance, thirty years of dedication, only to be kicked aside like this.

Looking at Yun Chongshan's indifferent face and Aunt Feng's smug smile, she suddenly felt all the strength drain from her body.

It turns out that this man never held a shred of lingering affection for his ex.

It turns out that, in Yun Chongshan's eyes, she and her family were always just tools that could be used and discarded at any time.

Qin slowly got up from the ground, her face no longer wet with tears, only a deathly pale expression remained.

She straightened up and looked at Yun Chongshan. In her eyes, there was no longer any love or pleading, only utter and cold despair.

"Please, Your Excellency, grant me a letter of divorce..."

Yun Chongshan stood there stunned, unsure of what to say.

Aunt Feng was overjoyed to hear this.

"Madam, do you know that a woman who is divorced is not allowed to take a single penny of her dowry with her?"

Yun Chongshan frowned slightly upon hearing Aunt Feng's words, but did not interrupt her.

Because he also wanted to make the Qin family back down.

But to everyone's surprise, Madam Qin remained in a state of utter despair, and without hesitation said:

"Fine, I don't even need the dowry, I just ask the Duke for a letter of divorce."

Yun Chongshan didn't know what he was angry about, and just stared fiercely at his wife.

"Qin, once this letter of divorce is written, you will no longer be under the protection of our Duke's Mansion."

His words, seemingly a warning, actually concealed a way out he left for the Qin family.

"The Qin family's crimes this time could be minor or serious. At the minor level, their property could be confiscated and they could be exiled. At the serious level, the entire family could be executed."

Are you sure you want your father to give you a letter of divorce at this critical juncture?

Do you know what fate awaits the Qin family if they lose the title of Lady of the Duke of Zhenguo? You will suffer the same fate along with them.

Qin seemed oblivious to his attempt to give her a way out, listening to his half-warning, half-admonishing words without even flinching.

"I am a daughter of the Qin family, yet I am powerless to save my father and brothers' lives. Useless as I am, I shall accompany them to their deaths!"

Yun Chongshan was so badly beaten that he couldn't back down.

His chest heaved violently for a long time. Seeing that Qin still showed no sign of backing down, he flicked his sleeve and returned to his desk.

He picked up his pen and wrote a letter of divorce, then affixed his seal to it.

Qin stood silently to the side, ignoring the barely concealed excitement in Aunt Feng's eyes.

After watching Yun Chongshan finish writing the last stroke, he took the initiative to step forward and accept the letter of divorce.

He blew the ink off the paper without expression, then carefully folded it and tucked it into his chest.

A hint of relief flashed across his face.

She calmly turned around and walked out of the study step by step.

His back looked so thin, as if he could be blown over by the wind at any moment, yet he stood straight and never turned around.

Yun Chongshan looked in the direction she disappeared, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. He was about to scold her when Aunt Feng grabbed his arm.

"Master, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry with this kind of person."

"The marriage at the Marquis's residence is of utmost importance. You should have Qin hand over the keys to her private treasury so I can help you seize it as soon as possible."

Yun Chongshan frowned, annoyedly brushing away her clinging hand, his mind filled with Qin Shi's chillingly indifferent gaze.

Distracted and confused, he paid no attention to Aunt Feng and just stared blankly into space.

I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my chest, as if something indispensable had been forcibly ripped away.

The Yong'an Marquis's Residence.

Gu Jinghuai got up very early and started rummaging through his room.

Finally, at the bottom of the box, they found a set of wrinkled clothes, which Yun Shuyao had sewn for him herself.

At the time, he only felt that the stitches were not fine enough and the cut was not good enough, and he had no intention of wearing it at all.

Seeing this garment now evokes a completely different feeling.

He wanted to wear this outfit to see Yun Shuyao; he wanted to relive the beautiful times they had shared.

He put on his robes, combed his hair meticulously, and hung the jade pendant that Yun Shuyao had given him at his waist.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Marquis Yong'an, Gu Yan, hurrying into his courtyard.

Are you going out?

Gu Yan was slightly taken aback, then frowned and asked him.

"Father."

After exchanging greetings with the Marquis of Yong'an, Gu Jinghuai replied with a slightly flickering look in his eyes:

"My son is going to see Yun Shuyao... I'm warning her to behave herself before her wedding!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yan's expression softened, and he slowly nodded in praise:

"That's right, at this critical juncture, we must warn him to stay away from the Qin family."

Seeing Gu Jinghuai's puzzled expression, he couldn't help but scold him gently, and earnestly advised him:

"The Qin family's affairs were personally arranged by His Highness Prince Yi. He used the matter of Chen Liang to completely destroy the Qin family."

Gu Yan suddenly leaned closer to Gu Jinghuai and lowered his voice.

"Your Highness Prince Yi has long coveted the Qin family's assets; this incident is no coincidence."

Gu Jinghuai looked at Marquis Yong'an with a face full of surprise and disbelief.

The scene of Yun Shuyao crying and begging him after the Qin family's misfortune in his previous life kept flashing through his mind.

The timing is wrong! The Qin family's troubles only occurred after Yun Shuyao married into the family.

Moreover, wasn't the Qin family's trouble due to their own use of inferior materials?

How did this get involved with the Wing King's Palace?

Moreover, judging from the father's words, it turns out that Prince Yi was personally behind this, all for the purpose of seizing the Qin family's property.

"You stay here in the manor and don't go anywhere."

Gu Yan, with a stern face, instructed Gu Jinghuai, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Especially avoid contact with Yun Shuyao!"

The Marquis of Yong'an looked at his son, who was still standing there dumbfounded, completely unable to process this major event, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

He deliberately revealed these things to Gu Jinghuai in advance today, so that Gu Jinghuai, the heir of the Marquis's mansion, could see the true face of the court as soon as possible.

Although I was somewhat prepared, I was still extremely disappointed with Gu Jinghuai's performance.

His son was indeed preoccupied with romance and poetry, showing absolutely no keen sense of court infighting or political shifts.

With a flick of his sleeve, Gu Yan snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He felt he was wasting his time; he would have been better off using that energy to train his clever and quick-witted illegitimate son.

The Marquis of Yong'an had already disappeared into the courtyard, but Gu Jinghuai was still standing there dumbfounded.

The memories of his past and present lives were tangled in his mind, impossible to untangle.

Half an incense stick later, he finally came to his senses, raised his hand to call over the servant, and ordered him to quickly go outside to inquire about the news.

Old house.

The night was like spilled ink, soaking into the small courtyard where Yun Shuyao lived.

The window creaked softly, and a dark figure nimbly flipped in.

The landing stirred up a night breeze, causing the candlelight to flicker.

"it's me."

Xiao Fang lowered his voice, raised his hand and removed the mask from his face, his eyes showing a hint of urgency.

"You know about the Qin family's affairs?"