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

The maid, seeing that she had been caught eavesdropping, looked completely unconcerned.

She gave Qin a perfunctory bow, then turned and left without saying a word.

This made Mica feel even more suffocated. She breathed heavily for a while before calming herself down.

Then he looked worried, realizing he couldn't persuade his daughter at all. What should he do?

Yun Shuyao, who was kneeling in the ancestral hall, had calmed down.

She quickly processed the events that had occurred in the two hours since her rebirth in her mind.

Gu Jinghuai was also reborn, so he chose to refuse to annul the engagement.

It's easy to understand that he certainly knows how to make the choice that is most advantageous to him.

As for his mother, he thought that although she would mind the fact that he had an affair before marriage, she wouldn't support Chengfu breaking off the engagement.

The father disagreed with breaking off the engagement simply to save face for both families, so he didn't care about his own feelings.

Since reasoning and negotiation don't work, then don't blame her for resorting to extreme measures.

First, expose the affair between Gu Jinghuai and Su Yuyan.

Then provoke Gu Jinghuai's mother.

Wasn't her mean-spirited mother-in-law from her past life disliked her? Then let's make her dislike her even more.

It's not difficult to provoke a greedy person...

Just then, the Duke of Zhenguo sent someone to deliver a message.

"Miss, the Duke requests your presence at the Marquis of Yong'an's residence."

Did Father say what it was about?

Yun Shuyao frowned.

"I don't know, the Duke only said that the young lady should go quickly."

Yun Shuyao waved the servant away, then, supported by Chun Tao, slowly stood up, rubbing her aching knees as she thought:

That's fine. She was just about to go and cause trouble for the Lady Hou. Now that she's going there on her father's orders, it won't seem out of place.

After leaving the ancestral hall, she went back to her room first.

After Chuntao applied ointment to Yun Shuyao's knees, Chunzhi was about to do her makeup.

But Yun Shuyao waved her hand and refused.

"Chunzhi, you don't need to come with me to the Marquis's residence."

"Miss?" Chunzhi asked, puzzled.

"I have something more important for you to do. Take my dowry list and quickly take stock of all the silver, goods, jewelry, shops, and real estate."

In particular, the amount borrowed by Lady Hou must be listed in detail, and the original loan receipts must be found.

"Yes, Miss, that account is not difficult to check."

Chunzhi nodded vigorously, her eyes shining. She had been helping her mistress manage the accounts and knew best how much dowry the Lady Hou had swindled away over the years!

After thanking her, Yun Shuyao tidied herself up quickly and left.

Even without makeup, her flawless, fair skin, combined with her stunning beauty, made her so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

The carriage made a regular "creaking" sound as it rolled over the bluestone road.

Yun Shuyao lifted the carriage curtain, watching the signs on both sides of the street sway in the wind, listening to the vendors' shouts, and gave a wry smile.

In her previous life, she was trapped in the Marquis's mansion for eighteen years. How long had it been since she had seen such a lively scene?

"Whoa—!"

A piercing neigh suddenly rang out, startling her so much that her hand trembled.

The crowd on the street scrambled to the sides, screaming as if water had been split open.

Yun Shuyao looked up and saw a black horse galloping towards her. The man in brocade on the horse was cracking a whip and urging the horse to run wildly.

In the middle of the street, a little girl in a red coat was stunned, holding a candied hawthorn in her hand, her eyes wide open, motionless.

"Be careful!"

Yun Shuyao instinctively cried out.

But the rider seemed not to see the child at all, and continued to trample over her without stopping.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the little girl didn't even get a scream out before her internal organs were trampled to pieces, and she died on the spot.

A gasp rippled through the surrounding crowd as they stared intently at the small body beneath which a large patch of blood quickly spread.

The rider not only didn't stop, but also cracked his whip twice, turned his head with disgust, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"call out!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was extremely sharp.

Just as the man brushed past Yun Shuyao's carriage, a dagger flew out from nowhere and pierced straight into the shoulder of the man riding the horse.

The force was so great that it shot the person off the horse, landing him less than three feet away from Yun Shuyao.

The man struggled to his feet, his right arm pierced by a dagger, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground, staining a small red patch.

At that moment, a slightly lazy and unrestrained voice rang out.

"Do you really think there's no one left in Kyoto? Someone as lowly as you dares to be so arrogant?"

Upon hearing the sound, Yun Shuyao looked over and saw a person jumping down from the window of a private room on the second floor of the restaurant across the street.

Yun Shuyao stared at the red figure, momentarily stunned.

The young man, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, walked in with his back to the light, looking as if he had draped himself in the most intense sunset on the horizon, dazzlingly beautiful.

He had a pair of sharp, almond-shaped eyes with upturned corners, and a half-smile that played on his lips, giving him a slightly wicked air.

Her hem fluttered like dancing flames, her flamboyant posture exuding an untamed spirit that was meant to be.

The street became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The crowd that had been scattering and hiding just moments before now wished they could disappear into a crack in the wall, even holding their breath.

Yun Shuyao's fingertips gripped the carriage curtain tightly, her knuckles turning white.

It's him!

Xiao Fang, the number one playboy in Kyoto and the heir of the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion!

In her previous life, she had only seen this person from afar, at a palace banquet.

At that time, Xiao Fang stood alone in the corner, casually playing with a jade pendant. The fierce aura emanating from him startled all the noble young men, who all walked around him.

I heard that this young prince dared to stab his father's favorite concubine to death when he was only seven years old.

He suspected that his mother's death was related to his favorite concubine.

At the age of twelve, he once again slit the throat of his half-brother with a single sword stroke, and afterwards simply said, "I messed up."

Rumor has it that he deliberately used the competition as a pretext to eliminate his elder half-brother, who dared to covet his position as heir apparent.

In everyone's eyes, he was a living devil, a complete madman, and a nemesis that everyone avoided.

The man on horseback turned pale the moment he saw who it was, kicking his legs and pulling himself back until his back pressed against the carriage wheels, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Young...Young Prince...please don't do anything rash...I am Consort Zhao's younger brother, and His Highness Prince Yi's maternal uncle! You can't touch me!"

Upon hearing this, the people immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"No wonder he dared to treat human life so lightly; he's a member of the imperial family."

"Consort Zhao is the most favored concubine in the palace, and Prince Yi is rumored to be a potential successor to the throne."

"With such a status, even the young prince might not dare to touch him."

Xiao Fang seemed not to have heard the powerful backer he mentioned. He walked up to him, grabbed his hair, and forced him to tilt his head back.

The man's neck was taut, his Adam's apple bobbed, and the fear in his eyes was almost palpable.

Xiao Fang laughed. He slowly pulled the dagger out of the man's shoulder, and then pressed the cold blade against the man's neck, slowly slicing it horizontally.

"No...don't..."

The man's tears and snot were mixed together.

"I didn't mean it... I'm just paying compensation to her family..."

Xiao Fang ignored his pleas for mercy and tightened his grip.

The sound of the dagger cutting through the skin was very soft, like cutting a piece of cloth.

Fresh blood gushed out, splattering onto the carriage and also onto Yun Shuyao's face.

The scalding hot blood made her shudder, but she stood there frozen, forgetting to lower the carriage curtain.

She watched helplessly as the man's throat was completely slit open. He could only make hoarse sounds, his eyes wide open, before finally falling silent.

A suppressed gasp erupted from the crowd. Some covered their faces, unable to look, while others turned and ran, but no one dared to make a loud noise.

Xiao Fang slowly and deliberately wiped the blood off the dagger using the man's brocade robe.

After wiping his hands, he let go and allowed the corpse to slump to the ground.

Looking at the man's corpse on the ground, and then at the little girl whose intestines had been trampled in the distance, Yun Shuyao felt a secret sense of pleasure rising in her heart.

The law cannot govern those powerful and wealthy individuals.

But this ruthless man used the most vicious methods to avenge the girl's death!

Blood beads still clung to her pale face when Xiao Fang had already reached the carriage.

Yun Shuyao instinctively shrank back, but the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of blood emanating from Xiao Fang sent a chill down one's spine.

"What are you afraid of? Weren't you pretty brave just now?"

His voice was still lazy and listless, devoid of any emotion.

As they spoke, Xiao Fang's handsome, almost demonic face was already inches away!

"Your clothes are dirty."

He pointed to the large bloodstain on Yun Shuyao's clothes, his tone slightly familiar.

"Come with me, I'll buy you a brand new outfit."

Chun Tao turned pale with fright, but still reached out to stop him.

"Young Prince, my...my young lady..."

Ignoring Chun Tao's attempts to stop him, Xiao Fang grabbed Yun Shuyao's wrist directly.

The man's fingertips had thin calluses, and although the force he applied wasn't heavy, it conveyed an undeniable strength.

Yun Shuyao stumbled as she was pulled along, and could only hurriedly follow, taking small, quick steps, but she didn't even have the courage to struggle.

The clothing store is just across the street.

Xiao strode in, startling the shopkeeper so much he almost crawled under the counter.

He paid no attention, his gaze sweeping over the dazzling array of clothes, pausing for a moment on a bright red dress.

Xiao Fang walked over, reached out and tore off the red dress, then threw it to Yun Shuyao.

"Go change it."

He casually broke off a blade of grass and put it in his mouth, leaned back against the door frame, and had a faint smile on his lips.

"Consider it compensation from me."

Yun Shuyao clutched the red dress, her fingertips trembling.

In both her lives combined, she had never encountered such a flamboyant color.

But when she met Xiao Fang's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't, she swallowed back her words of resistance and could only hug her clothes and crawl into the inner room.

When she reluctantly lifted the curtain, Xiao Fang's gaze immediately fell on her.

Instantly, the straw froze at the corner of Xiao Fang's lips, and his pupils trembled slightly.