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

Volume Two: Kyoto Chronicles

Meng Yu remembered that he died, on the battlefield.

In the thirty-sixth year of Jingyuan, the powerful northern enemy, the Mengxi Kingdom, launched an invasion. He, already over fifty years old, resolutely volunteered to lead the troops into battle, donned his armor, and went straight to the battlefield.

Accompanying him was Meng Beihai, the vanguard officer for this battle.

When father and son are of one mind, their strength can break metal. The battle went very smoothly and ended in less than half a month. They successfully drove the Mengxi army more than 300 miles away from the border and also seized three key border passes from Mengxi.

The victory celebration was held on the grassland. Just as they were singing and dancing in celebration, the remaining Mengxi army launched a surprise attack on them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flaming arrow hurtling towards Meng Beihai. Before he could cry out, he leaped forward, shielding Meng Beihai with his body. In that instant, he felt a searing, intense pain burning in his back.

This time, he was truly dead.

He saw Xing'er holding his hand, sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down her face—it was a truly unsightly sight. He raised his hand, wanting to wipe her snot, but he was too weak to move even a finger.

He could clearly feel his body gradually growing cold. "My dear, I protected our son." He slowly closed his eyes, feeling at peace.

In a daze, he heard Meng Beihai's heart-wrenching cries. Tsk, a twenty-year-old man, how can he be so spineless? He felt a pang of disgust. Sigh, it's all his fault for spoiling him too much.

Suddenly, a warm current flowed down my throat, carrying a pungent, spicy sensation. My stomach began to burn, and my limbs felt like they were on fire. Then, my stiff body warmed up again...

Huh, it seems like it can move again?

He fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes again.

What came into view was a pale yellow figure. The familiar color made him stare intently, not daring to blink, until he saw the face...

It was only after death that he could see the person he had longed for for over a decade. Meng Yu suddenly felt that death wasn't so bad after all.

"Nannan," he called softly.

Then he watched as the pale yellow figure froze there, motionless, and after a moment, walked away without looking back.

"Young Master, you're awake?" Feng Zhao's anxious face came into view.

What's this guy doing here?!

I've seen him my whole life, I'm tired of seeing him, but I don't miss him at all. Besides, isn't he living a quiet retirement in his Kyoto mansion? Could he be dead too?

Wait a minute! How can this Feng Zhao be so young? Is he some kind of demon in disguise?!

"Young master, please speak! Are you injured anywhere else?" Feng Zhao asked anxiously, his forehead covered in sweat.

He seemed genuinely sincere, not like a monster. Such impatience was reminiscent of Feng Zhao in his youth. A thought flashed through Meng Yu's mind.

"Feng Zhao, what year is it this year?"

"The fifth year of Jinghe. Young master, could it be that you have also injured your head? Lie down quickly, the doctor will be here soon."

"It's actually the fifth year of Jinghe," Meng Yu murmured, closing his eyes.

"Where am I?"

Feng Zhao was about to cry.

Oh no, the young master has really been blown out of his mind; he's completely confused. If we go back to the capital, the young master will skin him alive!

“Young master, we are in Danzhou Prefecture. Today we were supposed to go to Jinxiufang with Miss Lan to discuss the design of the clothes we were ordering. But on the way, we encountered villains who were seeking revenge on Miss Lan. You were injured by a thunderbolt while trying to save her.”

With a mournful face, Feng Zhao recounted the whole story, hoping to help the young master remember something.

But Meng Yu only heard the words "Lady Lan" and his lips curled up slightly. It was indeed her.

While Feng Zhao was rambling on to Meng Yu about the situation, Gan Cai'er was silently walking out without saying a word.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you go back to the carriage and rest for a while?" Lan Tingzhi pulled her back.

Gan Cai'er was pulled by him, and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Lan Tingzhi was startled and ran a long way to support her, asking, "Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Gan Cai'er looked up, her eyes filled with panic. She tugged at Lan Tingzhi anxiously, almost unreasonably saying, "Little bean, I want to go home, I want to go home right now, I want to go home immediately!"

"Okay. Sister-in-law, don't worry. I'll take you home right away, right away!"

After saying that, Lan Tingzhi leaped into the air and arrived at Meng Yu and Feng Zhao's horse.

"Young Master Meng, may I borrow your horse for a moment? I'll return it to you when I get home."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Meng Yu's consent, he mounted his horse, flicked the reins, and rode away.

He not only rode away one horse, but also led away another.

"Hey, hey!! How could you do this? What's the difference between this and outright robbery?" Feng Zhao shouted at Lan Tingzhi's retreating figure.

"Brother Feng, please don't be angry. My young master does have a bit of a temper. If he has offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf."

"Actually, your young master is injured and can't ride a horse. It just so happens that you can use my carriage. It's a good deal to exchange one for one."

Mo Yan smiled broadly and chuckled.

"It's just two horses, is it really worth making such a fuss about?" Meng Yu said calmly with his eyes closed.

Feng Zhao pursed his lips and fell silent.

Indeed, our young master risked his life for the young lady of the Lan family, why would he care about two horses?

Gan Cai'er sat on horseback, and Lan Tingzhi brought her back to the Lan family courtyard at top speed. Back in familiar surroundings, she finally calmed down.

That cry of "Nannan" was like a thunderbolt, striking her very soul. She was so shocked that she lost her mind and all she wanted to do was escape.

A terrible thought popped into my head, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what I did.

That is, Meng Yu was also reborn!

Otherwise, he would never have called out "Nannan".

What if he really is reborn?

How can I avenge those grudges from the Duke of Wei's mansion?

How should I settle the score for all the karmic debts I have with him?

As a result, Gan Cai'er couldn't sleep at night, suffering from insomnia night after night.

But since that day, Meng Yu has vanished without a trace and has never appeared again.

Gan Cai'er had Lan Tingzhi deliver some precious medicinal herbs to express her gratitude. However, the large house on the street was now deserted. It was said that Young Master Wu had been seriously injured and had canceled his lease to go home and recuperate.

It seems the injury was quite serious. Gan Cai'er breathed a long sigh of relief, hoping she would never see him again.

But this "hope" lasted for less than ten days.

That night, as usual, Gan Cai'er couldn't sleep and embroidered a purse under the lamp. Embroidery can both calm the mind and induce a sense of boredom.

"Miss, it's past midnight, you should get some rest and not stay up late anymore." Xiao Hong rubbed her eyes and kept yawning.

"I only have a few stitches left before I finish and go to sleep."

Gan Cai'er adjusted the wick with a needle, making the light brighter.

"If you are sleepy, go to sleep first. You don't need to serve me today."

"That won't do!" Xiao Hong shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "I'll go to the kitchen and boil some water for you."

It wasn't that Gan Cai'er wanted to stay up late; it was that she simply couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, the sound of "Nannan" would haunt her like a demonic chant, constantly echoing in her mind.

For example, right now, she was only slightly lost in thought when that "Nannan" seemed to ring in her ears again.

"Nannah."

Gan Cai'er shook her head in frustration and covered her ears. But the demonic sound did not disappear.

"Why aren't you sleeping so late? What are you doing embroidering this rubbish?"

Gan Cai'er was startled and stood up abruptly, turning around to look back.

Meng Yu was standing behind her.

"How did you get in?!" Gan Cai'er exclaimed.

"Oh, they climbed in through the window," Meng Yu explained kindly, pointing to the window behind him.

"Breaking into a woman's room in the dead of night is such a despicable and shameless act!"

"How could you, a young master from a prominent family, do something that violates both national law and the principles of morality!"

"What on earth are you going to do?!"

Gan Cai'er was so angry that she started cursing.

Despite being thoroughly berated, Meng Yu remained completely unfazed. Looking into Gan Cai'er's eyes, which were practically spitting fire, he suddenly smiled gently, a hint of nostalgia in them.

"I came here just to hug you."

"Little girl, just let me hug you for a moment."

"Snapped!"

Gan Cai'er picked up the teacup beside her and smashed it at Meng Yu with overwhelming rage.

The half-scalding tea splashed all over his face and body.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Gan Cai'er was so angry that her hands were shaking.

The last shoe finally dropped, and she no longer had to guess or feel anxious.

At this moment, she knew perfectly well that this person, like her, had been reborn.

At the same time, the other party also knew that she had been reborn.