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

"Now, get out of my carriage!" Gan Cai'er said angrily.

"You can't get out."

Meng Yu lazily lifted his eyelids, his voice languid and slightly nasal.

"The imperial physician said that I have taken too much of the black jade and should not move around."

"If you really can't stand it, you can come over here yourself, pick me up, and then throw me out of the car."

After saying that, he curled up on the soft pillow, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes with a lazy and contented look.

Gan Cai'er was so angry her hands were shaking! This guy was just being a complete scoundrel!

If she had the strength, she would have kicked him off the carriage long ago.

"I already promised to make the purse for you, what else do you want?" Gan Cai'er's temper flared up.

Gan Cai'er's eyes were wide open, sparkling with anger and brimming with vitality, as if she wanted to rush up and bite him. Her dark pupils were bright and clear, like gleaming obsidian.

Meng Yu's throat bobbed, and his eyes darkened.

I really want to pull her into my arms and kiss her eyes until they are filled with tears... I imagine those eyes would be even more lively and sparkling then.

Unfortunately, it's not possible.

I can't go back on my word.

Meng Yu closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing all his romantic thoughts.

“Tell me everything else you want to do!” Gan Cai’er said.

Actually, Meng Yu didn't want to do anything; he just wanted to see her. He was lying there, and she was right beside him. Even if she was angry, even if she hit and scolded him, it would be fine.

He didn't want to get off the carriage; he wanted this road to last as long as possible.

"You just said that Mei Wanqing was harmed by Mei Wanyin. What's the story behind that? Tell me about it."

"What do you think I'm saying about her? Would you believe me?" Gan Cai'er asked with a mocking look.

"Why wouldn't I believe you? In your eyes, am I such an unreasonable person?" Meng Yu lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

“If you want to hear it, then I’ll tell you. Mei Wanqing has a reputation for being ‘unlucky for relatives and friends,’ did you know that?” Gan Cai’er said.

"I've heard a little about it." Meng Yu nodded.

"Do you believe it?" Gan Cai'er asked.

"Why would I believe this?" Meng Yu said dismissively.

The Meng family has produced military generals for generations, people who have always been on the edge of their swords. Why would they believe in such things? If these mystical things were useful, what would be the point of having soldiers charging into battle? We could just have monks and Taoist priests set up formations on the battlefield.

“I don’t believe it either. But someone wants everyone to believe it, especially Mei Wanqing herself.”

So Gan Cai'er recounted everything she knew about Mei Wanqing and the Mei family, one by one. Finally, she questioned, "In your past life, when Mei Wanyin married you, did she bring an exceptionally lavish dowry?"

"Why should I care about her dowry?" Meng Yu glanced at her unhappily. "My marriage to her has nothing to do with how much her dowry is; it's merely a marriage alliance between the Meng and Mei families."

"However, her dowry was indeed quite large. I remember on the day of her wedding, there were so many big red chests that they couldn't all fit in Lingyun Courtyard. Later, some of them were moved to Rongci Hall, which is said to have filled almost half of the courtyard."

"However, as the eldest daughter of the Mei family, it is reasonable for her to have such a large dowry. We cannot conclude that she murdered Mei Wanqing because of this."

"Ha, I knew you wouldn't believe me!" Gan Cai'er sneered.

Meng Yu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will send someone to keep an eye on Mei Wanqing. If you don't want anything to happen to her, then I'll help you."

Gan Cai'er was taken aback upon hearing this, her expression a mixture of joy and worry. She was torn, unsure whether to thank him or refuse.

With Meng Yu's help, it was certainly better than her struggling blindly on her own. But wouldn't that mean she was now entangled with him again? It would be even more difficult to sever ties with him in the future.

"Was that string of Buddhist prayer beads truly blessed by Zhuge Yunzhi?" Meng Yu asked.

"Uh... it's not really fair to calculate it that way."

With other people, Gan Cai'er could talk nonsense without batting an eye. But facing Meng Yu, she felt a little guilty. This man knew her too well.

"Heh, I knew it." Meng Yu scoffed.

"Don't you know he's the son of the Duke of Xin? Aren't you afraid that Madam Zhuge will come knocking on your door to cause trouble for you by making up such lies!"

"Who said I made up a story?" Gan Cai'er retorted, unconvinced. "Although this string of Buddhist beads cannot be said to have been personally blessed by Zhuge Yunzhi, at least I showed it to him!"

"There's a rumor going around Kyoto lately that a woman is deeply in love with Zhuge Yunzhi and climbs over the wall every day to see him. Could that person be you?" Meng Yu raised a slight eyebrow and glanced at her sideways.

Upon hearing this, Gan Cai'er touched her nose, feeling embarrassed and unwilling to speak. She had only climbed over the wall for two days; how could it be "every day"? And it was even "widely rumored"!

Upon seeing this, Meng Yu couldn't help but give a cold laugh, his expression suddenly darkening.

"Ha, you seem quite interested in him. What, have you taken a liking to him?"

"He's a monk!!" Gan Cai'er exclaimed angrily. "Can't you think of anything else?!"

"You think everyone is like you?!"

The dark cloud that had just gathered in Meng Yu's eyes instantly dissipated. He clenched his right fist, pressed it to his lips, and chuckled softly.

"Yes, I am not as good as him; I am not as pure of heart as he is."

"Darling, don't be angry, I was wrong, okay?"

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped. Feng Zhao's voice came from outside the carriage.

"Young master, we have arrived at the Duke's mansion."

"Let's stop here for a bit, I'll take a nap first," Meng Yu said lazily, with a hint of weariness.

He remained nestled on the soft pillow, as if he had no bones.

Gan Cai'er sensed something was amiss and began to scrutinize Meng Yu closely. Upon closer inspection, she noticed his face was unusually pale, with a faint bluish tinge, and his eyes were bloodshot. Veins were bulging on his forehead...

The constant bickering with him made her almost forget that less than an hour ago, this man had been agitated and delirious due to the poison of the black jade, suffering considerable torment.

Now, he seemed to have reached his limit, lying there lazily with his eyes half-closed, like a sick cat.

Seeing the throbbing veins on his forehead, Gan Cai'er knew he must be in a lot of pain. After all, the effects of the black jade poison couldn't be completely eliminated in a short time.

Gan Cai'er pursed her lips, thought and thought, and finally got up and sat down. She raised her hand and pressed it against Meng Yu's temples, kneading them with moderate pressure.

After all, he was poisoned to help her. If he hadn't gotten involved, Mei Qingru might not have been able to handle the matter so forcefully.

Never mind, consider it repaying a favor to him.

This massage technique was something she learned specifically for him. In his past life, Meng Yu would celebrate every victory with his troops by drinking. The alcohol in the army was all strong, and he would always get a headache if he drank too much.

When this man had a headache, he would inevitably drag her into a frenzy, which bothered her immensely. Later, she learned this massage technique, which could effectively relieve his headaches and suppress his mania.

His headache eased with Gan Cai'er's massage, and Meng Yu's tense nerves finally relaxed. Gradually, he drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Meng Yu slept for a full hour. When he opened his eyes again, his mind was completely clear, and he felt no pain whatsoever. He gazed at the familiar bed curtains above him, and a faint fragrance seemed to linger in the air...

He clicked his tongue lightly: "Tsk, still so easily swayed by emotions."

"Feng Zhao, go and receive your punishment."

"Young master, I had no choice but to carry you back. You can't just stay in their carriage forever, can you?" Feng Zhao's aggrieved voice came from beside the bed.

"Mind your own business! I'll just stay put, what can you do about it?"

"Young master, if I hadn't carried you and run fast, the young master would have had to do it himself."

"You'll be fined half a month's salary. Get out of here."

Feng Zhao left with a long face. Sigh, this job is unbearable.

A few days later, Gan Cai'er heard the news that Aunt Zhou had died.

It is said that her head wound worsened, and she died from her illness. Zhou's entire family was also driven out of the Mei residence and their whereabouts are unknown.

Zhu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shiver.

"Madam Mei is really ruthless. I thought she would at most beat someone up or sell them off."

"She dared to kill even Mei Wanqing, let alone a mere cook," Gan Cai'er sneered.

"Ah Cai, what are you planning to do next?" Zhu Xiaoxiao asked.