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

As soon as Meng Yu entered the gate of the Duke of Wei's mansion, before he could even take a second step, he was stopped in his tracks.

"Third Young Master, the Young Master requests your presence in his study." The man, dressed in black, bowed respectfully to him.

"Can't you just let me get some sleep?" Meng Yu raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of impatience.

"Third Young Master, you should go now. Otherwise, it won't look good if you're tied up and taken there later," the person sighed softly and advised gently.

"Ha, I caught his spy, and instead of being grateful, he wants to be lectured the moment he walks in?"

"Liu Yun, go tell your young master that I'm not going!" Meng Yu raised an eyebrow, his tone unruly.

"Young Master, you should go first," Feng Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and gently advised, "What if the Young Master really has something important to discuss with you?"

"Hmph, what serious matters could you possibly have to discuss with me in this mansion?" Meng Yu scoffed disdainfully, raising his foot to walk around Liu Yun.

Seeing this, Liu Yun pressed her fingers together and applied pressure to several acupoints on Meng Yu's shoulders and neck. Meng Yu didn't even lift his eyelids. With a slight turn of his toes, his clothes fluttered, and he moved like a ghost, brushing past Liu Yun's fingertips and leaving unharmed.

Liu Yun was greatly surprised. When did Meng Yu's martial arts become so good? Before he could finish thinking about it, he felt a numbness in his legs, and then with a "thump," he knelt down on the ground, unable to move.

"You think you can fight me? Go back and train for a few more years! You'll kneel here for half an hour today." Meng Yu scoffed, took a long stride, and strode away.

"Your subordinate greets the Third Young Master."

Meng Yu hadn't taken five steps when he felt a dark wind sweep around him, and then his vision blurred...

When he looked closely, he saw four guards in blue robes standing in front of him.

Seeing that Xuanfeng, Xuanhuo, Xuanyun, and Xuandian were all blocking his way, Meng Yu had no choice but to go to the study.

In his previous life, when Meng Yu was at the peak of his martial arts skills, he wasn't confident he could take on four of the top ten Xuan Ying Guards, let alone now.

Forget it, I'll just go. At most, I'll just get a few scoldings from Meng Yan.

His brother rarely resorted to violence against him.

"I heard that it's hard to get you to come over these days?" Meng Yan said coldly.

"I've been on a ship for ten days, and all I want is to get a good night's sleep. Is that not allowed?" Meng Yu said, half-closing his eyes and leaning back lazily in his chair.

"What exactly are you looking for in Danzhou?" Meng Yan asked.

"Find a sweetheart, of course," Meng Yu said with a sly grin.

"Oh? Your lover is a six or seven-year-old boy?" Meng Yan sneered.

"Hmm, that's why I call her my little lover." Meng Yu said without blushing or skipping a beat, spouting complete nonsense.

"Bang!" Meng Yan slammed the paperweight on the table and shouted angrily, "Meng Yu, if you dare to spout nonsense again, believe me, I'll break your legs!"

Under Meng Yan's anger, Meng Yu finally restrained his frivolous behavior, sat up straight, and corrected his attitude.

"Don't ask that, it's none of your business anyway."

"You led a squad of Xuanying Guards, searching all over Danzhou for a six or seven-year-old boy. If I hadn't suppressed the news, the capital would probably have been abuzz with the news that I have an illegitimate child by now!"

"You call this none of my business?!" Meng Yan roared in fury.

Meng Yu awkwardly touched his nose and remained silent.

To make his search seem legitimate, he needed to come up with a reason. He initially thought of looking for his illegitimate son, but he was too young to father a son that old. So, he attributed the illegitimate son to Meng Yan.

It's only a matter of time before Meng Yan settles scores with him.

"We haven't found it yet, which means it doesn't exist. It's all just rumors!" Meng Yu chuckled again in the blink of an eye.

"Besides, even the Xuan Ying Guards couldn't find anything during their investigation, which further proves your innocence, doesn't it?"

"Explain yourself, what exactly are you doing?" Meng Yan ignored his grinning face and only gave him a cold look.

"You have to tell me the truth, or you'll end up losing the entire Duke of Wei's mansion."

Meng Yu was secretly startled; he hadn't expected Meng Yan to be so perceptive. This man, who had been fighting on the battlefield since he was eight and had earned the title of War God by the age of sixteen, truly possessed remarkable insight.

"Brother, please don't ask. I know what I'm doing; this really can't be said right now."

Meng Yan stared at Meng Yu for a few moments, and seeing his unusually serious expression, she didn't press him further.

"If you encounter any difficulties, remember to come back and let me know. No matter what, you still have the Duke of Wei's mansion behind you."

"Okay, I understand." Meng Yu relaxed again.

"By the way, how's the interrogation going with the spy Xuanfeng sent back?"

"Quite effective. I never imagined that the Ak tribe and the Western Rong would collude, and that their spies would be so deeply embedded," Meng Yan remarked with some emotion.

"We must seize this opportunity to follow the clues and see what's to come. If there are spies so deep inland and in such a remote place, one can imagine how many there are in the local areas," Meng Yu said, unusually serious.

Meng Yan nodded.

"Will do."

"Da Yong has not fought a major war for too long. After a long period of peace, they have forgotten to be vigilant and have become lax in their precautions."

"You've actually done something worthwhile this time, which is a great achievement. I'll submit a memorial to you requesting an official appointment."

"Alright, forget it!" Meng Yu waved his hand hastily. "You can take the credit yourself. I don't care about being given some kind of title and having to show up every day."

“Ayu, you are about to get married. Naturally, you should enter the court and become an official to plan for your future. The Mei family has been noble families for generations. If you continue to be idle, how will you ever be able to hold your head high in the future?” Meng Yan rarely spoke so kindly to him.

To everyone's surprise, Meng Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Who said I was going to marry Mei Wanyin?"

"What do you mean?" Meng Yan's face darkened.

"Literally, I will not marry Mei Wanyin." Meng Yu said succinctly and bluntly, regardless of how unpleasant Meng Yan's expression was.

"What's wrong with you?!" Meng Yan's face turned serious, revealing a hint of pressure.

Meng Yu didn't care at all, and said with a half-smile, "If the Meng family insists on a marriage alliance with the Mei family..."

"Why don't you go?"

Actually, the Mei family actually favored Meng Yan more.

Meng Yan was outstanding in both ability and character, truly a dragon among men. It was just a pity that he had to lead troops into battle; once on the battlefield, swords and spears were indiscriminate, and life and death were unpredictable.

Given the Mei family's background and power, there's no reason for them to gamble their eldest daughter's future on his good fortune.

Therefore, the Mei family chose Meng Yu, who was also a legitimate son.

Although Meng Yu was a notorious playboy in the capital, spending his days riding through the streets, indulging in sensual pleasures, and playing around with a group of aristocratic young men, at least he didn't face the risk of becoming a widow.

Moreover, Mei Wanyin herself was willing.

Which young girl experiencing her first love wouldn't be attracted to a dashing, charming young man who knows sweet talk?

Mei Wanyin had long harbored feelings for Meng Yu, but Meng Yu seemed oblivious to it, or rather, completely indifferent.

Meng Yu loved all things beautiful, especially beautiful women. Whenever he encountered a beautiful woman, he would always go up to flatter her, fawn over her, or joke and tease her, but as soon as he turned his head, he would forget about her completely.

He was always very clear that his marriage was a tool for his family, and that everything was for the benefit of the family.

Let alone Mei Wanyin being a famous talented woman in Kyoto who has known him since childhood, even if she were a shrew, he would marry her without hesitation.

In his past life, he welcomed Mei Wanyin into his family without any resistance, but in this life, he would not.

During the years he lived in anonymity and faked his death, he endured humiliation and hardship. Only two beliefs sustained him and kept him alive.

First, he vowed to wipe out the Ak tribe and avenge the countless fallen soldiers. Second, he wanted to go home, spend the rest of his life with Gan Cai'er, and hold the child he had never met.