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

Mingrui, who was outside the car, had excellent hearing.

Upon hearing the prince's words, he silently turned the carriage around at the street corner and drove off towards the outskirts of the city.

Yun Shuyao was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she pressed herself against his chest, her breath unsteady.

"Xiao Fang...where is this...?"

Xiao Fang was pushed away by her half an inch, but he was not angry. He just looked at her with his dark eyes.

His eyes held an undisguised thirst, like a wolf that had been temporarily tethered.

"Um."

He responded with a sound, his voice a little hoarse.

Yun Shuyao could feel the warmth of his palm through his thin clothes.

She glanced nervously toward the carriage curtain and lowered her voice.

"...Chuntao and Mingrui are both here..."

Xiao Fang glanced at the carriage curtain following her gaze, then looked away and focused on her slightly flushed cheeks.

He looked at it for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

That smile wasn't the arrogant and domineering one he usually showed to outsiders.

Rather, it was an expression that was almost mischievous, one that was only revealed in front of her.

He leaned close to her ear, his breath brushing against her skin almost imperceptibly, his voice extremely low:

"It's fine……"

Yun Shuyao's ears turned bright red. She reached out to push him away, but he grabbed her hand instead.

Xiao Fang turned her hand over and lowered his head to place a kiss on her palm.

His lips touched her palm, and his breath brushed against the lines of her hand as he spoke.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to eat you."

Yun Shuyao glared at him, her eyes clearly saying: Do you even believe that yourself?

Xiao Fang's smile deepened as she glared at him.

"Shu Yao".

He called her name in a deep voice, like coaxing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You lived for thirty-eight years in your past life, but were there any truly happy moments?"

Yun Shuyao was taken aback.

"No, right?"

Xiao Fang answered for her, his tone resolute.

"You've been trapped by the rules, living your whole life as what others want you to be, but this life is different."

His calloused fingers brushed across her forearm, the touch as light as a feather.

Yun Shuyao's breathing unconsciously became shallower.

"In this life, you will be my Crown Princess."

Xiao Fang's voice was unhurried, each word like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples in her heart.

"Do whatever you want, and don't follow the rules you don't want to follow."

His fingers stopped at her chin, and he gently lifted her face so that she could look at him.

His eyes were serious and gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier expression.

"Those rules are all set up for others to see."

"If you come with me, you don't need to worry about anything."

Yun Shuyao looked into his eyes, and something deep inside her was gently touched.

She knew what he was talking about.

He wasn't forcing her; he was inviting her.

Invite her to break free from the shackles that have bound her for two lifetimes.

Invite her to do something outrageous, unrestrained, just to make herself happy.

Xiao Fang was a lawless person, but he would never make decisions for her without her consent.

A man wants her to be willing.

Yun Shuyao lowered her eyelashes, remained silent, but also did not refuse again.

Xiao Fang knew her all too well.

She doesn't speak, she doesn't refuse, her eyelashes are lowered, and the tips of her ears are red—that's what makes her "good".

The man lowered his head, his breath hot.

Yun Shuyao trembled, her fingers instinctively tightening around his clothes.

"Relax."

His voice was low and gentle, full of seductive meaning.

"Don't be afraid, trust me."

His large hand paused on her waist, and Yun Shuyao went limp, but his arm held her firmly.

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, his eyes darkening.

"Xiao Fang..."

Yun Shuyao's voice had become so soft it was almost imperceptible, carrying a hint of pleading.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Xiao Fang responded, his breath brushing against her neck.

"What do you want to say? I'm listening..."

Yun Shuyao suddenly fell silent again.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, the sound she made would be too loud for even herself to hear.

The man didn't force her, but instead placed her on his lap.

Yun Shuyao buried her face in his chest, her hands resting on his broad shoulders, completely unable to control herself.

"Shu Yao..."

The man called her name again, his voice muffled.

"Call me..."

"...Xiao Fang."

She called out softly.

"Say it again."

"My husband..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage ran over a pebble, and the carriage lurched violently.

Despite her tightly clenched teeth, Yun Shuyao couldn't help but sob uncontrollably.

Before the words even landed, Xiao Fang blocked them back.

His strong arms tightened, pulling her into his embrace and protecting her steadily.

The uneven road surface caused Yun Shuyao great distress.

"Shu Yao..."

Xiao Fang's voice was suppressed and hoarse.

Yun Shuyao's eyes were completely red.

Xiao Fang's eyes also reddened.

Outside the carriage curtain, Chun Tao was happily admiring the scenery along the roadside when she suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the carriage.

The noise wasn't loud, but it felt like a fire that instantly burned the tips of her ears.

She froze, clutching the handkerchief in her hand, her neck shrinking inch by inch, even her breathing becoming soft.

Here it comes again! Here it comes again! The Crown Prince is here again...

Her young lady has changed completely ever since she married into the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

It's not that they've become bad, it's that they've become... increasingly bold.

Things that they never dared to even dream of before, they are now doing one by one, led by the young master.

Chun Tao covered her face with a handkerchief, her bright red ears and neck peeking out from between her fingers, looking as if she wanted to shrink into a quail.

She secretly glanced to the side.

Mingrui sat on the left side of the carriage, loosely holding the reins with one hand, his face still bearing that same indifferent expression he never showed before.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, his jawline taut, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

His back was ramrod straight, like an old monk in deep meditation.

A sense of respect welled up in Chuntao's heart.

As expected of the young master's top bodyguard, such composure!

Tsk tsk... She probably couldn't achieve that even if she cultivated for three lifetimes.

What she didn't notice was that Mingrui subtly bent one leg.

Her ears turned red, though it was barely noticeable.

The wheels rolled over a patch of gravel, and the vehicle lurched violently.

A sob, tinged with tears, came through, but was immediately silenced by something.

Chuntao turned her face away.

Mingrui flicked his whip without changing his expression, and the carriage's speed remained unchanged.

Only the outline of blue veins was faintly visible on the back of his hand that was gripping the reins.

in the carriage.

A few strands of Yun Shuyao's dark hair clung to her slightly damp temples.

Her forehead rested on Xiao Fang's shoulder, and she leaned weakly against him.

Xiao Fang looked down at her, his eyes gentle, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"Feeling better?"

Yun Shuyao closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings.

After a long time, she slowly shook her head.

Like an exhausted kitten, she could only rely on the man's arm for support, so docile.

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, his laughter filled with satisfaction and an inexplicable pride.

His crown princess is getting along better and better with him.

This is good.

He pulled her closer to him, resting his chin on the top of her head, and closed his eyes.

I started to miss the hot spring I soaked in last time...