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

Yun Shuyao put down her teacup, got up and walked to the window.

Separated by layers of courtyard walls, she could not see the grand scene at the front gate, but she could faintly hear the noise coming from the other side.

It wasn't the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, but a saturated, restless force.

Like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil in spring, they pierce through the long-dormant atmosphere of the capital.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She knew Xiao Fang was going to do something, but she never expected him to have such influence.

At a single command, all the playboys in Kyoto were assembled within a single day.

Those young people who were considered unworthy descendants by their families were now gathered under his command like soldiers going into battle.

As noon approached, more than two hundred people stood in a line, their brocade robes fluttering in the wind.

Yun Shuyao glanced at Xiao Fang from the side corridor and saw him standing on the high steps, holding the imperial edict, looking very spirited.

"Listen up, everyone."

His voice wasn't loud, but the room fell silent instantly.

"His Majesty has bestowed upon me the position of head of the Censorate."

From this day forward, you will no longer be idle playboys.

You are imperial envoys personally appointed by the Emperor, powerful ministers with the authority to deal with all court officials!

There was a subtle commotion below; the boys exchanged glances, suppressing the boiling urge in their throats.

"Our Inspection Department."

Xiao Fang's gaze swept over the crowd.

"Ten teams will be formed for now, with twenty people in each team. Each team leader—"

He pointed casually.

"Prince Qing'an, you lead the first team."

The person whose name was called raised an eyebrow and lazily clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yes."

"Your son, the heir to the Duke of Fuguo, are in the second team."

"Yes."

"The heir apparent of the Prince of Anfeng, the heir apparent of the Prince of Pingnan, the heir apparent of the Prince of Pingxi..."

He called out names along the way, including the eldest son of a prince, the eldest grandson of a duke, and the young master of a duke's mansion.

Those whose names were called either calmly bowed or grinned, their expressions varied, but none hesitated.

As Yun Shuyao watched this scene from afar, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

Those young people who were despised by the entire court are now beginning to show their potential.

The figure standing in front of everyone was smiling as he tucked the imperial edict into his robes.

He said something that caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

The Censorate was established within an hour amidst this laughter.

The first thing the newly established Control Bureau did was to "arm itself".

Holding the imperial edict, Xiao Fang led about two hundred young playboys in brocade robes and jade crowns to the Ministry of War.

It's more accurate to say "brave" than "open up".

Before the guards at the Ministry of War's gate could react, Xiao Fang, who was leading the charge, had already kicked the gate open.

The door bolt thudded under its strain, startling the officials working inside.

"Young Master Xiao? What's wrong...?"

The Minister of War rushed over upon hearing the news, and his eyelids twitched as he looked at the group of spoiled young men who were as fierce as wolves.

Xiao Fang slapped the imperial edict into his arms, smiling brightly and harmlessly.

"I'm here on official business to collect some supplies."

"Get...get what?"

"Armaments, uniforms."

Before the Minister of War could even exchange a few polite words or go through the formalities of "allowing your subordinate to verify the transfer order," the Minister of War was already in a hurry.

The Prince of Qing'an, who was behind Xiao Fang, had already led his men straight to the storeroom.

The way he acted was as if he knew the place like the back of his own house.

The warehouse door was pried open with a loud bang, and the smell of dusty ink and rust rushed out.

The newly made uniforms of the Imperial Guard "Dragon Guard" were neatly stacked on the shelf.

"Wow, this looks nice."

Xiao Fang picked up a piece, felt the fabric, and nodded in satisfaction.

The Minister of War was on tenterhooks.

"Your Highness, this is unacceptable, these belong to the Dragon Guard..."

"What's unacceptable?"

Xiao Fang raised an eyebrow.

"What they're wearing, can't my brothers wear?"

After saying that, he picked through the pile of military uniforms himself, and finally picked out a bright red one, which he held up to himself.

"This set is mine."

The rest of you, all choose black, and move out.

He then pointed to the sword on the shelf.

"Choose the best knives, one for each person."

More than two hundred people rushed forward, some picking up knives, others carrying clothes.

A series of ping-pong balls clattered in the warehouse.

Not content with that, some people even pried open several locked wooden crates in the corner.

They found nothing interesting inside, so they left it there.

The Minister of War and a group of other officials could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place; his legs trembled beneath his official robes.

When this group of ancestors finally left the house laden with their spoils, the Ministry of War's warehouse was in complete disarray.

Xiao Fang walked at the back, turned around and bowed to the Minister of War, laughing wildly.

Thank you.

The Minister of War, leaning against the door frame, felt a wave of dizziness.

After leaving the Ministry of War, the group did not stop for a moment and went straight to the Ministry of Works.

The Minister of Works was a mature and prudent person.

Upon seeing this group of ruthless men, his first reaction was not to stop them, but to quickly have someone hide the important blueprints and documents.

Xiao Fang didn't waste any words with him.

"Find an empty government office; it should be a large place, not a dilapidated house."

The Minister of Works hurriedly pulled out maps and documents and personally presented them to him.

Xiao Fang was flipping through the map when the heir of the Duke of Fuguo leaned over and suddenly pointed to a spot on the map.

"Brother Xiao, this place is quite nice—the former prison in the south of the city has long been abandoned."

The place is large enough, and I heard it's fully equipped with torture instruments, and the cells are all empty.

"The Heavenly Prison?"

Xiao Fang's eyes lit up.

"Great place, this is the one."

He slammed the map on the table and gave an order to the Minister of Works.

"Renovate this prison for me, including the offices, the dungeons, the dining hall, and the training grounds—not a single one can be missing."

"Put a clearing out for me, big enough for horses to run on."

The Minister of Works opened his mouth, but before he could say "the budget needs to be approved by the meeting," he was interrupted.

Xiao Fang had already extended one finger.

"Ten days."

"Ten days?!"

The Minister of Works almost lost his footing.

"Your Highness, this...this construction period is far too tight. We might not even be able to gather all the craftsmen..."

That's your problem.

Xiao Fang patted his shoulder, the force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it made the Minister of Works feel half a head shorter.

"Ten days from now, I want to see a competent supervisory office."

If I can't see him—"

He paused, a chilling glint in his smile.

"I've brought my men here to work at your Ministry of Works."

Sweat poured down the Minister of Works' forehead in a flash.

After leaving the Ministry of Works, the more than two hundred people headed to the Ministry of Revenue in a grand procession.

The Minister of Revenue was a notoriously stingy man; he would even calculate the Emperor's expenses three times over.

Upon hearing that Xiao Fang had arrived, he personally went out to greet him, his face beaming with the obsequious smile a businessman would give to an honored guest.

"Young Master Xiao, what brings you here?"

Please come in, please come in!

Xiao Fang didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down in the hall with an air of authority and got straight to the point.

"We need to advance some public funds for the purpose of handling the case."

"Of course, of course."

The Minister of Revenue responded repeatedly and then turned to instruct the Vice Minister.

"Go and fetch the prince some silver!"

The vice minister standing to the side froze on the spot and asked cautiously.

"Sir, how much...how much should I take?"

Before the Minister of Revenue could answer, the Prince of Pingnan, standing behind Xiao Fang, announced a number with a grin.

"One million taels!"