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

After glancing at the arched bridge, Gan Cai'er dusted off her clothes and stood up.

"Xiao Hong, let's go too."

"Is he really my son-in-law?" Xiao Hong whispered excitedly.

"Then let's hurry up and leave, lest other women take advantage of our son-in-law."

Gan Cai'er looked helplessly at Xiao Hong, who seemed to thrive on chaos, as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

When Gan Cai'er found Lan Tingzhou, he had already separated from Lu Yu and was walking slowly alone by the lotus pond.

He wore a light blue robe, simple and understated, but under the sunlight, silver threads and subtle patterns appeared on the robe, revealing a touch of luxury amidst the elegance, which made him appear seven parts aloof and three parts noble.

Gan Cai'er had to admit that Lan Tingzhou was incredibly handsome in his fine clothes, but when he wore a simple robe, his eyes shone brightly, making him stand out from the crowd and showcasing his gentlemanly demeanor.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he was accompanied by many women.

These women either openly or casually glanced at him.

"Sister Wu, look! This dragonfly is actually bright red!"

A sweet, charming voice came from not far ahead.

"Zhi'er, slow down while chasing, be careful not to fall!"

Another gentle voice then rang out.

Gan Cai'er looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman dressed in a moon-white dress embroidered with butterflies, holding a round fan, chasing and swatting at something, heading in the direction of Lanting Boat.

She couldn't help but curl her lip, inwardly disdainful. Why do these women always use this trick?

While muttering to herself, she lifted her skirt, mustered all her strength, and charged towards Lanting Boat like a cannonball.

"Brother Lan, Brother Lan~~~" Gan Cai'er shouted as she ran.

Hearing the sound, Lan Tingzhou stopped and turned around.

Then, with a "bang," Gan Cai'er crashed headfirst into his arms, making him stumble.

Gan Cai'er's running and bumping around left everyone around her dumbfounded.

The woman with the fan froze on the spot, her mouth agape in shock.

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could someone dare to throw themselves into someone's arms like that?!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Lan Tingzhou took a deep breath, rubbed his chest, and frowned as he looked at her.

Gan Cai'er wasn't a sheltered young lady; she was used to running and playing wildly in the countryside since childhood. With such a powerful collision, Lan Tingzhou felt as if his ribs were about to break.

"Brother Lan, I heard you won first place in calligraphy and painting this time?"

"Oh dear, I just said it casually before I left, and you actually took it to heart and won the prize to make me happy?"

Without waiting for Lan Tingzhou's response, Gan Cai'er continued talking to herself.

She blinked her big eyes, gazing at Lan Tingzhou with adoration and deep affection, her hands still clinging tightly to his clothes.

Her voice was sweet and delicate, her eyes were sweet and delicate, and she herself was sweet and delicate. She tugged at Lan Tingzhou's clothes, looking like a willow swaying in the breeze, or as if she were boneless.

Where is even a trace of its former lightning speed?

Lan Tingzhou lowered his eyes and watched her act in silence.

"My husband, you treat me so well~~~"

As soon as the word "husband" was uttered, a series of subtle gasps suddenly rose from the surroundings.

So it turns out that Young Master Lan is already married! The women's eager gazes towards Lan Tingzhou faded.

Gan Cai'er was satisfied.

Overwhelmed by emotion, she couldn't control herself. So, she looked at Lan Tingzhou with her beautiful, watery eyes, her gaze full of deep affection.

"My dear husband, I'll buy you your favorite braised pork knuckle in chili oil as soon as I get back! It'll be a hit with customers, okay?"

"Hiss~~~", even louder gasps rose and fell from all around.

Lan Tingzhou's face visibly darkened.

Even Xiao Hong was trembling upon hearing this. When did her son-in-law start liking braised pork knuckle in chili oil?

The thought of her aloof, ethereal son-in-law, holding a large pork knuckle in both hands, gnawing on it, his face flushed and his lips greasy... made Xiao Hong feel terrible.

During the Dayong era, the rites and ethics were prevalent, and self-discipline and adherence to propriety were highly valued. Even those of slightly higher social standing preferred a light diet, while only the common people who worked at the bottom of society indulged in rich, dark sauces.

The crowd turned their heads and dispersed.

Gan Cai'er sneered inwardly.

Ha, even now, let's see who's still brave enough to come up here!

Lan Tingzhou slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, before reaching out to straighten Gan Cai'er, who was leaning against him.

"They're all gone," he said calmly.

"Oh." Gan Cai'er touched her nose and straightened up awkwardly.

"Um, um, I didn't mean to ruin your reputation. I was just worried they'd bother you. You still have the prefectural exam in August, you can't be distracted..." Gan Cai'er rambled on, her head lowered, feeling inexplicably guilty.

"Don't worry, I won't take a concubine."

Gan Cai'er's face immediately turned bright red, then turned deathly pale.

Lan Tingzhou's calm and indifferent demeanor made her feel both ashamed and embarrassed.

She understood that Lan Tingzhou must have thought she was once again declaring her ownership of him to the outside world, and showing him off as a trophy of victory.

“That’s not what I meant.” Gan Cai’er pursed her lips.

"If you truly have someone you love and wish to marry, I will not stop you. Even if you want me to abdicate, that's fine too!"

Gan Cai'er spoke from the bottom of her heart. In this life, this is truly what she thinks.

Lan Tingzhou's gaze turned cold, and his voice turned icy: "What do you mean by this?!"

Meeting Lan Tingzhou's icy gaze, Gan Cai'er felt a chill run down her spine. She clenched her hands tightly and stammered, "It's...it means exactly what it says..."

"Gan Cai'er, you forced us to get married, and it hasn't even been a year, and you want to back out now. Hmm?"

Lan Tingzhou's voice was very soft, with a slight upward cadence at the end, creating a powerful sense of pressure.

Gan Cai'er's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to breathe.

Such a Lanting boat is quite frightening.

Despite Gan Cai'er's usual arrogant and unruly behavior in front of Lan Tingzhou, she wouldn't dare to act recklessly at all if Lan Tingzhou really frowned.

Lan Tingzhou reached out, pinched Gan Cai'er's chin, lifted her face, and stared at her with dark eyes.

"What do you take marriage for? And what do you take me for?"

"Of course I see you as my husband, my husband, my lord! 'The husband is the wife's heaven,' so you are my heaven, my whole heaven!"

Gan Cai'er gestured with her hands, indicating the vast expanse of sky above.

Praising Lan Tingzhou and flattering him seemed ingrained in Gan Cai'er's bones; it came out of her mouth effortlessly. Her survival instinct made her words flow far faster than her thoughts.

Lantingzhou paused, the nameless anger in his heart suppressed and unable to be vented.

He stared at her for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed back into the gentle, modest, and refined gentleman in everyone's eyes.

“Madam, you must remember your words today,” Lan Tingzhou said calmly.