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

Yun Shuyao didn't stop walking, but sighed softly in her heart.

When Yun Chongshan decided to dedicate her life as a pledge of allegiance to the Wing King, some things were already severed.

"The Duke has quite the imposing presence."

Xiao Fang held her hand, his tone casual yet cold.

"I just wonder if His Majesty will think you have a problem with the imperial edict after hearing what you said?"

The roaring from inside the door abruptly stopped.

Yun Shuyao turned her head to look at him.

Xiao Fang winked at her, his eyes gleaming with the cunning of a child who had stolen candy.

Unexpectedly, he was able to obtain a grand imperial decree to grant him a marriage, despite his tarnished reputation.

With this imperial decree, no one could criticize her for announcing the engagement anymore; anyone who did would be committing a grave offense of disrespect.

The sound of suona horns echoed through Zhuque Street and turned into an alley lined with sycamore trees.

As soon as she stopped in front of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, Yun Shuyao was stunned by the scene before her.

The vermilion gate is adorned with a gold-stamped "囍" character, and red lanterns hang under the eaves.

It stretches from the gate all the way to the inner courtyard, like a burning fire dragon.

Nearly a hundred young men in brocade robes were eagerly waiting. When the bride arrived, they immediately began to unfurl their wedding robes.

Someone started shouting.

"The young prince has returned from his wedding!"

"Where's the bride? Let us see her!"

"Congratulations, young prince, on winning the heart of your beauty!"

Xiao Fang dismounted and went to the bridal sedan chair, reaching out to help her down.

The red silk slipped from their hands and tied into a beautiful knot.

Yun Shuyao looked up and saw that the courtyard was already full of people, all of whom were familiar faces of noble sons.

These people, who usually acted arrogantly in the capital, were now all grinning, showing their bright white teeth.

Some people threw flower petals at her head, while others stuffed wine jars into Xiao Fang's hand, creating a chaotic and spectacular scene.

Yun Shuyao tilted her head to look at Xiao Fang and asked in a low voice:

"Have you summoned all the playboys of Kyoto?"

Xiao Fang's chest vibrated with laughter, his voice low but unable to conceal his joy.

"They came to support us spontaneously when we needed to gather them there."

Seeing so many people her age gathered together, Yun Shuyao felt inexplicably relaxed.

Compared to the guests, who were all ladies from noble families, these unrestrained young people in front of her seemed to make her feel much more at ease.

"I told you a long time ago, you should have married her sooner!"

A young man in a royal blue brocade robe patted Xiao Fang on the shoulder.

"Having kept it hidden for so long, isn't that enough?"

"screw you!"

Xiao Fang laughed and scolded as he pushed him away, then reached out to brush the flower petals from Yun Shuyao's hair.

"Don't scare my wife."

Yun Shuyao's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help but look around.

Red cloth was wrapped around the threshold of the main hall, and her embroidered purses hung on the pillars under the corridor.

She recognized it; it was the one he had stolen through the window a few days ago.

Even the orchid that she always kept in her room was moved to the windowsill, with a red ribbon tied to the flowerpot.

These things cannot be prepared in a day.

Looking at the festive atmosphere in the courtyard, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

The wedding ceremony was very simple.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—"

Xiao Fang took out the red veil he had prepared and placed it on Yun Shuyao's head, then began to lead her in bowing.

There were two armchairs in the main hall, the one on the left was empty.

Xiao Fang said that his father was fighting on the border and wouldn't be able to return for a year or two.

But I still made a point of reserving a spot for it.

On the chair to the right is a memorial tablet for Xiao Fang's mother who died young.

"Bowing to the parents twice—"

He took Yun Shuyao's hand and bowed to the two chairs, as if paying respects to his parents.

Xiao Fang kowtowed to the empty chair, his voice clear and resonant.

"Mother, your son has gotten married."

"Rest assured, your son will treat her well, will never take a concubine, and will never cause her any distress."

Then he turned around, looked at Yun Shuyao, and a smile spread across his eyes.

"Shuyao, it's time for us to bow to each other as husband and wife."

The officiant sang again in a loud voice.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

Yun Shuyao's skirt brushed against his wedding dress, like two flowers blooming side by side.

"Send them to the bridal chamber—"

As soon as the ceremony ended, the group of spoiled young men swarmed up, clamoring to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber.

Xiao Fang shielded her behind him, smiling as he said he would come to the front hall later to have a good drink with them, and then sent her away for the time being.

Upon entering the new house, Yun Shuyao realized that the decorations here were even more elaborate than those outside.

The mirror on the dressing table was made of glass, the bedding was bright red embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and even the incense burning in the incense burner was her usual benzoin.

"These……"

Her fingertips brushed against the rouge box on the dressing table, something she had glimpsed in the shop a few days ago.

"It was prepared a long time ago."

Xiao Fang hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her neck, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I've wanted to give all of these to you for a long time."

"How early?"

Yun Shuyao suddenly wanted to know.

"The first time I saw you."

Yun Shuyao was surprised by this answer.

"Why me?"

Although Xiao Fang was a notorious playboy in the capital, his father was a prince, and his appearance was exceptionally handsome.

Countless women have taken the initiative to show their affection for him, but Yun Shuyao doesn't think she's anything special.

Xiao Fang could guess what she was wondering about, so he answered her.

"That day, I was drawn to the light in your eyes."

Those women who approached her had a light in their eyes.

However, those lights shone because of my identity.

The light in your eyes is simply an affirmation of my actions.

This is the only time in my life I've ever seen a woman's eyes.

That's when I made up my mind.

Seeing her shocked expression, Xiao Fang immediately asked:

"And you? When did you start liking me?"

Yun Shuyao lowered her head shyly and stammered:

"I don't know when it was, but I... was indeed attracted to your unrestrained and carefree attitude a long time ago."

"I've long imagined how wonderful and fulfilling life would be if I were with you."

Xiao Fang pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

The noise outside the window continued; some people were singing celebratory songs, others were playing rock-paper-scissors, and laughter drifted in through the paper window, as gentle as a spring breeze.

Yun Shuyao leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Suddenly, I felt that all the struggles and pain of my two lifetimes had found their home at this moment.

"Xiao Fang."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest coming through his clothes.

"What are you thanking me for? I'm the one who should be thanking you. Thank you for not blaming me for making the decision on my own, and thank you for agreeing to marry me."

Just then, a "thump" came from outside the window, followed by a series of suppressed laughs.

Xiao Fang frowned and opened the window, only to see several heads shrink back in all at once, leaving behind a pile of sunflower seed shells.

"Keep causing trouble?"

Xiao Fang waved the wine jar in his hand.

"Stop it, stop it!"

The people outside laughed and ran away.

"Young Prince, please be busy. We'll wait for you in the front yard!"

Looking at his helpless expression, Yun Shuyao suddenly burst out laughing.

"Go and greet the guests."

Yun Shuyao put the red veil back on and sat quietly on the bed, her beauty beyond compare.

"I'll go get it and come right back. I promise I won't drink too much."

After saying that, he stuffed a piece of pastry into her hand, and then slowly made his way out of the bridal chamber.

The Yong'an Marquis's Residence.

The red silk in the main hall was still fluttering on the beams, but it had already been stained with frost.

Marquis Yongning, Gu Yan, slammed his teacup onto the table. The crisp sound of the celadon shattering made everyone in the hall shrink back.

He glared at Gu Jinghuai, his eyes practically burning with anger.

"I ask you, who gave you the audacity to bring a lowly maid from the brothel into your mansion?"

How dare they call themselves "parallel wives"?

Gu Jinghuai, dressed in a rumpled wedding gown, stood in the hall, his face alternating between pale and flushed.