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

"How is my brother doing now?" Meng Yu asked.

"Reporting to the Third Young Master, the Young Master is now out of danger. His internal injuries have almost healed. It's just a superficial wound, and the Young Master forbids me from interfering," Xuan Lei said.

"Tsk, isn't it enough that he got himself involved? Is he going to continue with this self-inflicted injury scheme?" Meng Yu scoffed, his face full of disapproval.

"I also tried to persuade the young master, but he said that if you're going to do something, you have to go all the way. He has already suffered all the hardships before, and he can't let this last step ruin everything."

“Why don’t you, Third Young Master, go and persuade him yourself? Asolaar left the capital yesterday, so there’s really no need for the young master to be so cautious,” Xuan Lei said.

Upon hearing the name "Asolar," Meng Yu's expression darkened for a moment, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Asolar was the instigator of the war between the Ak tribe and the Dayong in his previous life; he was the one who planned that great war. He was the third prince of the Ak tribe and the second in line to the throne.

It was also he who ambushed Meng Yan in his previous life.

In his previous life, Meng Yan had won several classic battles, enabling the Dayong army to turn the tide and causing the Ak tribe to suffer repeated defeats. Asolaer hated him to the core and specially dispatched several of the Ak tribe's top assassins to assassinate him. In the end, Meng Yan was ambushed and killed by these men on his way back to camp after a great victory.

In this life, Meng Yan preemptively eliminated most of the Ak tribe's intelligence network within Dayong, completely destroying Asolar's meticulously planned scheme of the past decade. Asolar harbored the same deep hatred for Meng Yan. This time, he personally infiltrated Dayong, laying a trap to take Meng Yan's life.

Asola's move was exactly what Meng Yu had anticipated. In his previous life, he and Asola had been rivals for decades, and they were very familiar with each other's thoughts and strategies.

However, Meng Yu had the advantage of being reborn, and Asola's fate was destined to be failure.

"Is the poison in his body really gone?" Meng Yu asked, still slightly uneasy.

“It’s alright,” Xuan Lei replied confidently.

"Although the poison of the Black Bone is difficult to cure, it is not impossible. I am confident in this. Besides, the young master was prepared beforehand, so although he was poisoned, the poison was not severe. His serious injury from the poisoning was just an appearance to deceive the Ak tribe."

"Alright, I understand." Meng Yu waved his hand.

Xuan Lei vanished in a flash.

That night, inside Ciyun Temple

In a storage room on one side of the Heavenly King Hall, Meng Yan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and in an instant, he gripped the long sword at his waist, ready to strike.

But the next moment, he closed his eyes again, turned over in the straw-covered blankets, and seemed to be planning to continue sleeping.

"Tsk, tsk, with your reaction, if an assassin really came, would they still believe you were poisoned?" Meng Yu shook his head and slowly walked in from the door.

"Why are you here?" Meng Yan frowned.

“Xuan Lei said you don’t treat external injuries, so I’ve come to persuade you.” Meng Yu lifted his robe and sat down on the ground.

"It's just a minor injury," Meng Yan said, not particularly concerned.

"Tsk, you sleep on this tattered straw mat every day? Don't you find it disgusting?" Meng Yu casually plucked two dry straws and dangled them between his fingers.

“When we were marching and fighting, the conditions were much harsher than this. This is nothing.”

"If you have nothing else to do, you should go back soon," Meng Yan said impatiently, urging him to leave.

"Asola left the capital yesterday, so this charade should come to an end. You should go back tomorrow," Meng Yu said.

“We’ll have to wait a bit longer.” Meng Yan shook his head. “Just because Asolaar is gone doesn’t mean all his spies are gone. We should wait until all the fish that have been lured out this time are cleaned up before making any further moves.”

Meng Yu nodded indifferently. Fine, if his brother insisted on suffering, he couldn't be bothered to stop him anymore. After all, this kind of hardship was nothing to Meng Yan.

"By the way, you've been here for over ten days, and the other side hasn't come to investigate at all?" Meng Yu asked.

“Someone came a few days ago, but Xuanqing and the others cleaned it up. And, just as you thought, they assumed that Xuanqing and his group were secret guards sent by the Mei family to protect Mei Wanqing, and did not suspect the Xuanying Guard.”

At this point, Meng Yan's tone rarely showed praise, and there was also a hint of relief: "Ayu, you have devised a very thorough plan this time."

From childhood to adulthood, Meng Yu had been beaten and scolded by Meng Yan more often than praised. So, being praised so suddenly made Meng Yu quite uncomfortable. Fortunately, it was late at night, and the moonlight filtering into the room was dim, the heavy darkness concealing his slightly flushed face.

Meng Yan, as if knowing his reaction, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying, "Brother knows that you will definitely be a promising person in the future."

“Ayu, although there was an accident at the Mei residence last time, the wedding date set by both families will not be changed. So, you should put away some of your thoughts.”

This time, Meng Yan didn't scold him, but instead offered earnest advice. He knew that Meng Yu cared about someone.

Meng Yu remained silent. He knew that the marriage alliance between the Meng and Mei families was a serious matter, not a trivial matter. It wouldn't be easy for him to extricate himself from it. He planned to find an opportunity to visit the palace soon and have a serious talk with Gongsun Rui.

Gongsun Rui's biggest worry was that Gongsun Yi coveted the throne and constantly wanted to usurp his place. Meng Yu didn't mind sending Gongsun Yi off early, as long as Gongsun Rui settled the marriage proposal for him.

While Meng Yu was secretly plotting, Meng Yan, not hearing his response, assumed he was still going to forcefully refuse the marriage, and his face darkened.

"Ah Yu, don't be foolish!"

"How did I act stupidly?" Meng Yu was completely bewildered by the scolding.

"I know that Miss Lan is here too," Meng Yan said coldly, with a hint of sternness. "You sent me here severely injured. Was it because Mei Wanqing has the Black Eagle Guards around her, or because she's here too?"

"Of course, both," Meng Yu admitted without hiding anything.

"Foolish!" Meng Yan shouted angrily.

"If you have someone you like, regardless of their social status, you may marry them all. But it just can't be her!"

"Her husband is now a top scholar in the imperial examinations, and he will definitely serve in the same court as you in the future. If people find out that you are coveting his wife, you will at least lose your position and be demoted, or at worst be sentenced to prison!"

"Do you think that just because civil officials look mild-mannered, they are really weak? No, their pens can sometimes be more powerful than a thousand troops."

"Ayu, tell me, you will never have anything to do with her again." Meng Yan's voice was deep and angry, carrying a chilling pressure.

Meng Yan's words carried a strong warning. Meng Yu understood that Meng Yan was telling him that if he couldn't do it, then he would do it for him.

Meng Yu didn't intend to reveal the whole story between himself and Gan Cai'er right now. So, after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Alright, I agree. I will never see the Lan family's young lady again."

"Well, once she's no longer the young lady of the Lan family, we can always meet again." Meng Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled casually in the darkness.

Seeing that Meng Yu had agreed, Meng Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed the slight murderous intent he had felt towards Gan Cai'er. After all, he knew that Meng Yu was used to playing the field and that his enthusiasm for women was mostly fleeting, no matter how beautiful or outstanding they were.

Now that he has agreed, the story of the young lady from the Lan family can be considered closed.

Afterwards, the two brothers discussed the matter of the Ak tribe for a long time. In the end, Meng Yan adopted Meng Yu's suggestion and decided not to assassinate Asolar, but to let him return to the Ak tribe safely.

Meng Yu said that losing an heir was insignificant to the Ak tribe; they would simply choose a new one. Asola's death would not diminish the Ak tribe's threat to Dayong. Only a chaotic, divided Ak tribe could ensure Dayong's safety.

Asola will be the perfect instigator of this chaos.

Split the Ak tribe—this was what Meng Yu, in his previous life, faked his death for four years to accomplish. He changed his name, infiltrated the Ak tribe, and successfully instigated internal strife. Finally, he led his rebel army into the imperial city, slaughtering all members of the Ak royal family, including Asolar.

As a result, the Ak tribes scattered and became like stars in the sky.

A powerful, fierce, and cunning enemy is finally gone.

After discussing the follow-up matters, Meng Yu patted his behind, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly heard Meng Yan behind him ask in a hesitant voice:

"Ah Yu, do I look scary?"

"No. What makes you say that?" Meng Yu turned around in surprise.

Meng Yan had striking features, deep-set eyes, and a resolute, chiseled face. Such an appearance could easily be described as handsome; where was the fierceness?

"That eldest daughter of the Mei family always cries when she sees me, and her crying gives me a headache." Meng Yan frowned, feeling deeply helpless.

"If she were one of my soldiers, I would have kicked her away long ago. She's just too good at crying."

Meng Yu chuckled and said, "Then you should suppress the murderous aura on your body."

"Evil energy? How do I dispel it?"

Meng Yu thought for a moment and said, "For example, you could have a gentler look in your eyes and smile more often?"

As a result, Meng Yan's smile startled Mei Wanqing so much that she fell to the ground, her shoulders trembling, and she said in a tearful voice:

"I...I didn't tell anyone..."

"Please, please don't kill me..."

Meng Yan then put away his smile and put on a stern face again. Mei Wanqing stopped crying when she saw that he was normal. She wiped away her tears, her legs trembling, but she still insisted on bringing the food box to him.

"I don't kill people indiscriminately," Meng Yan said helplessly.

"I...I know," Mei Wanqing said softly, her head lowered.