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

If Gan Cai'er had known that the explosion of the Thunderclap Bomb could bring back Meng Yu from his past life, she would have done anything to stop him from taking the hit for her.

A fine Ru ware teacup, broken into four or five pieces, lay quietly on the ground. The crisp sound of the porcelain shattering was particularly loud in the still of the night.

But the entire mansion was completely silent, as if it were an uninhabited place.

"What did you do to the people in the courtyard?" Gan Cai'er questioned.

“I want to have a proper talk with you. Have the Xuan Ying Guards drug them and take them all away,” Meng Yu said.

The Black Eagle Guard?!

Gan Cai'er looked at Meng Yu in disbelief. Had this bastard gone mad? He actually used top-notch assassins on a few unarmed old women and maids?

"What about the little bean sprout?" No matter how powerful the Xuanying Guards were, Gan Cai'er didn't believe they could take Lan Tingzhi away without making a sound.

"Oh, him. I had Feng Zhao take him out for drinks; he's probably still asleep."

Meng Yu wiped the tea stains off his robe, walked over, and sat down at the table.

Judging from his posture, he wasn't going to leave easily. Gan Cai'er thought about it and decided that it would be good if they could talk things out.

"What do you want to talk about?" Gan Cai'er sat down as well.

Meng Yu remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice tinged with difficulty.

"Where did you go after that? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I haven't been able to find you."

"You're looking for me?" Gan Cai'er asked, quite surprised and puzzled.

"Didn't you die in battle in the northern frontier? Before you died, I stayed at the Duke of Wei's mansion and didn't go anywhere else. How come you can't find me?"

Meng Yu raised his eyes and looked at Gan Cai'er quietly, his gaze carefully tracing every detail of her face, as if he wanted to firmly and accurately engrave her into his heart.

Gan Cai'er felt uneasy under his gaze and was about to press him for an answer when she heard him say, "I did indeed die in battle in the northern frontier. However, it wasn't in the twentieth year of Jinghe, but in the thirty-sixth year of Jinghe."

"What?! What did you say?!"

“During the previous battle with the Ak tribe, I faked my death. It was to infiltrate their capital city, obtain their latest weapon blueprints, and learn about their border troop deployments.”

The Ak people are the strongest rivals in the northern border of Dayong. They are powerful and have a strong army, and have always coveted Dayong.

Gan Cai'er knew that Meng Yu harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Ak tribe, and would not rest in peace until his kingdom was destroyed.

Because Meng Yan died at the hands of the Ak tribe, and was skinned, had his bones removed, and was burned alive, all to demoralize the Dayong army.

From that day on, Meng Yu donned his elder brother's heavy armor and went to the northern frontier battlefield. From an idle and incompetent playboy from the capital, he grew into a renowned war god, becoming the Duke of Wei, a true figure who struck fear into the hearts of the northern states.

"So, in which year did you return to Kyoto?" Gan Cai'er asked.

"The twenty-fourth year of Jinghe."

"The twenty-fourth year of Jinghe?" Gan Cai'er suddenly smiled, a bleak smile, as memories of the past came flooding back.

She said calmly, "I remember that winter was particularly cold, and there was a blizzard. I died in that snow."

"I froze to death on my way home, and I don't even know where I was dumped. How will you find me then?"

The suspicion that had lingered in his heart for over a decade was finally confirmed at this moment. A pang of bitterness suddenly welled up in his heart. Meng Yu wanted to reach out and hug the woman in front of him, but she stopped him with a cold look.

"You came here tonight just to ask this question?"

Meng Yu shook his head.

"In my past life, I owed you too much, and in this life I want to make up for it."

Gan Cai'er paused for a moment. Indeed, this man owed her far too much; she couldn't count it all in one night. Since he wanted to make amends, it saved her the trouble of personally collecting the debt.

She thought for a moment and said, "Since you're so willing, then let's convert it into cash or a shop in Kyoto."

Meng Yu fell silent.

"That's not the kind of compensation I'm talking about."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'd like to know when you plan to divorce Lan Tingzhou?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

Could it be that he thinks he'll ever have any further entanglement with him in this lifetime?

"I will marry you after you get a divorce."

Gan Cai'er fell silent.

After a long silence, she slowly spoke.

"In our past life, our relationship was a mistake that harmed both of us. In this life, let's go our separate ways and never meet again."

"If you really feel guilty, you might as well give me more money."

“No.” Meng Yu refused decisively.

"If you marry me, all my money, real estate, shops, and salary will be yours."

"Meng Yu, have you lost your mind?! You want to marry Mei Wanyin, the legitimate daughter of the current Left Prime Minister, the number one female talent in the capital."

No, I will only marry you in this life.

"Ha, if you're really crazy, I'm not going to play along."

Gan Cai'er gave a cold laugh. She had been coaxed into jumping into the fire pit of the Duke of Wei's mansion once, and she would never jump in again.

"Don't forget, I am still the rightful Mrs. Lan!"

"So, when are you going to divorce that old bastard?"

"None of your business!" Gan Cai'er couldn't hold back any longer and swore.

"Do you know that after you left, that old scoundrel and his new wife were inseparable, living in perfect harmony and loving each other. In the capital, it was a story that everyone talked about."

Meng Yu smiled slightly, his peach blossom eyes filled with undisguised malice.

"Get out! Get out of here right now!"

Gan Cai'er raised her foot and kicked Meng Yu.

That bastard always tries to stab her in the back! Gan Cai'er was so angry she was practically fuming.

Meng Yu swiftly grabbed Gan Cai'er's kicking leg, pinning it in his palm and immobilizing her. Seeing that Gan Cai'er was truly angry, he restrained himself somewhat.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave then, don't be angry."

"Darling, I'll do whatever you want. You can hit me or scold me as you please. Even if you don't want to talk to me, that's fine too."

"But there's only one thing you can't do: you can't let Lan Tingzhou touch you again."

Gan Cai'er laughed in exasperation.

"Meng Yu, I am Lan Tingzhou's wife, whom he married with great ceremony and proper betrothal. Even if we sleep together every day, it's only natural! Why shouldn't I let him touch me?!"

Meng Yu's eyes darkened as he stared intently at Gan Cai'er. He slowly increased the pressure on his hand, pulling Gan Cai'er's legs closer.

He suddenly chuckled softly, his voice cold and indifferent.

"Tell me, if I told Lan Tingzhou that you have three moles on the lower left side of your waist, what would he think?"

"If I were to tell him that those moles cause you to tremble all over whenever you scratch them with your fingers, what would he think?"

"Meng Yu, you bastard!"