After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

As Meng Yu led her out, Gan Cai'er didn't break free and followed him without saying a word.

The Yingchun Pavilion was pitch black. She was completely blind, and it would be difficult for her to find her way out on her own. Unlike Meng Yu, who had practiced martial arts since childhood and could see normally in the dark, she was not like him.

Once outside, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, its cool, silvery light spilling across the ground.

It turned out that night had already fallen.

Gan Cai'er stopped and forcefully swung her wrist.

Meng Yu stopped and looked back at her. Seeing her cold expression, he let go of her hand.

"Tsk, you're really something, you kick the bucket after you've crossed the river." Meng Yu raised an eyebrow, his face full of mockery.

Gan Cai'er ignored his teasing, lowered her eyes and composed herself, and gave him a proper bow.

Meng Yu's face darkened.

"I am deeply grateful for Young Master Meng's help this time. However, if we meet again in the future, it would be best if we pretend not to see each other."

Gan Cai'er's words were polite yet distant. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and left without even glancing at her.

But as soon as she took a step, Meng Yu grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him.

"Do you really have to draw such a line between us?" Meng Yu's eyes flashed with malice.

"Young Master Meng, please have some self-respect. As a member of the Lan family, it is inconvenient for me to have such contact with men outside the family." Gan Cai'er raised her eyes and looked at Meng Yu coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

“I’m not some outsider. Nannan, I’m the father of your two children!” Meng Yu suddenly raised his voice.

"In this life, there will be no Xing'er, nor Fu'er. I am Lan Tingzhou's wife, and that is all."

"Meng Yu, there will be no more relationship between us." Gan Cai'er looked at Meng Yu with a calm and resolute gaze.

Meng Yu was taken aback and loosened his grip.

Gan Cai'er seized the opportunity to pull her wrist away, turned around, and quickly walked towards the dock where the "Fuqing" was docked.

She walked faster and faster, eventually breaking into a jog. She felt there was too much trouble here and she had to leave as soon as possible; only by returning to the ship soon could she be safe.

She jogged along, and soon she could see the "Fuqing" ship in the distance. A surge of joy filled her heart.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from behind, very hurriedly.

Gan Cai'er paused, turning her head to look behind her. Suddenly, her vision blurred, and she felt a tightness around her waist before being lifted into the air. The next moment, she was pinned down on the horse's back like a lamb to the slaughter.

The horse was running extremely fast, and Gan Cai'er was so shaken that she felt dizzy. She was furious, her anger blazing, and she couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Meng Yu, put me down!"

"Why aren't you calling me Young Master Meng anymore?"

Meng Yu lifted her up with one hand, and after a dizzying moment, Gan Cai'er finally sat astride the horse, her breathing becoming much easier.

Meng Yu's thin lips approached her ear, and he spoke very softly: "Say one more word, and you'll have nothing to do with me in the future. You're just Lan Tingzhou's wife, try it?"

The voice sounded like it had been chilled by a thousand-year-old ice, carrying a chilling coldness.

“I am his wife.” Gan Cai’er pursed her lips.

No, you are my wife.

"Ha, what a ridiculous joke!" Gan Cai'er laughed in extreme anger.

"I'm not even your concubine, just a mistress you keep outside the mansion. When did I become your wife?"

"Lan Tingzhou is the one who will marry me in a grand and dignified manner, carried in an eight-bearer sedan chair."

"You and that old scoundrel divorced long ago!" Meng Yu roared angrily.

"Even if we're divorced, I've only ever been one man's wife!" Gan Cai'er retorted firmly.

Meng Yu slowed the reins, making the horse stop. He pulled Gan Cai'er closer and whispered gently in her ear.

"My dear, later I married you with a grand wedding procession."

"You are my wife too."

“You are the loyal and righteous Princess Consort of Dayong, and Xing’er is the loyal and righteous Crown Prince.”

"I once told Xing'er that a hundred years from now, I would be buried with you. We would share the same bed in life and the same grave in death."

"We will be together for all eternity."

Gan Cai'er turned around in shock, staring at Meng Yu in disbelief.

"Really, I'm not lying to you this time."

While Gan Cai'er was still stunned, Meng Yu gently kissed her eyelashes.

The kiss jolted Gan Cai'er awake. She pushed Meng Yu away and quickly turned her back.

Meng Yu finally gave her a place to rest after death, a place where she could enjoy the offerings of her descendants, no longer a lonely, helpless ghost. It would be impossible for her not to be moved at all.

But no matter what, that's all in the past.

"Even if you did marry me, that would be in the past."

"No, that's for later."

Meng Yu's relentless determination left Gan Cai'er utterly bewildered, so she turned her head to look at him again.

“Meng Yu, you have at least seven or eight women around you, if not ten. If you’re really that bored, why don’t you go and visit them one by one?”

"With so many women around, why did you single me out?!"

"I don't have that many women, you're the only one in my heart."

"Ha, no?" Gan Cai'er laughed in anger. This person really knows how to lie through his teeth.

"Were your other three daughters and two sons born from a crack in a rock?!"

"Not in this life," Meng Yu said softly.

"Pah, I don't care!" Gan Cai'er spat at him.

"No, you want it." Meng Yu lowered his head slightly and nuzzled against Gan Cai'er's neck. "I'm begging you to want it, okay?"

Gan Cai'er stiffened, then leaned forward abruptly, widening the distance between herself and Meng Yu once again.

Then, Meng Yu heard her cold voice.

“Meng Yu, although I am not a chaste and virtuous woman, I will never be an unfaithful adulteress.”

"As long as I remain Lady Lantingzhou, you can forget about touching a single hair on my head. Otherwise, we'll all perish together, and I'm not just saying that."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yu only tightened his grip on her waist.

"Nannan, why don't you go back and divorce him?"

Before Gan Cai'er could answer, a burst of fire suddenly shot into the sky in the distance, illuminating half of the night sky.

"Fire has broken out!"

"The Yingchun Tower is on fire!"

"Quick, put out the fire!!"

"Ahhhhhh! Help me! Help me!"

"Save people first! There are still many people inside the building!"

The once quiet, misty ferry crossing suddenly erupted into chaos; everyone was shouting, running, and screaming...

"Did you do this?" Gan Cai'er looked at Meng Yu.

"Hmm." Meng Yu nodded. He leaned lazily against the saddle, seemingly indifferent.

"Yingchun Tower is an intelligence outpost set up in Dayong by the Ak tribe, the Western Rong, and the Wushan Kingdom. They exchanged messages and transmitted a lot of important intelligence."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for the story you told me in my past life, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of going to take a look this time I was passing by."

"There's no need to burn it all down, there are still so many people inside."

"Don't worry, the Xuan Ying Guards are sensible and no one will die. Besides, the people in this building are still very useful, how can we let them die so easily?" Meng Yu smiled.

"By the way, you haven't replied to what I just said."

Gan Cai'er glanced at Meng Yu twice, then suddenly slammed her head into Meng Yu's nose. Meng Yu was caught off guard by her sudden attack, and his nose was hit squarely.

"Hiss~~~" Meng Yu released Gan Cai'er with both hands, covered his nose, and gasped for breath in pain.

A warm, moist flow trickled from his nasal cavity. Meng Yu removed his hand and saw a bright red blob.

My nose is bleeding from the impact.

Taking advantage of Meng Yu's momentary daze, Gan Cai'er quickly turned around, raised her leg, and kicked Meng Yu in the chest.

Meng Yu was completely unprepared for her, so she kicked him off his horse and made him sit on the ground with a thud.

Gan Cai'er held the reins and looked down at him.

"Even if I cut my hair and become a nun, I will never marry you again in this lifetime."

Meng Yu wasn't annoyed by being kicked. He stood up, wiped the blood from his nose, and smiled at Gan Cai'er.

“If you become a nun, then I will go to the nunnery where you have renounced worldly life and become a frivolous monk.”

Gan Cai'er was instantly furious. She pulled on the reins, squeezed the horse's flanks with her legs, and spurred the horse toward the "Fuqing" ship.

Meng Yu stood there, watching Gan Cai'er's heroic figure from behind, and smiled.

She taught herself how to ride, a skill she herself had taught in her previous life.

Little heartless.