She remarried a cold-faced, powerful man, and the scumbag regretted it and cried his heart out.

At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), Shen Jingshu opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the brocade embroidery on the ceiling, and she could clearly hear the steady breathing of the person beside her. She tried to move, but found herself tightly held in a pair of strong arms, unable to move.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Jin'an's face, which seemed to be closed but still had a handsome look.

He hadn't slept for several days, but now his brows were relaxed, his tightly pursed lips were slightly loosened, and his usual sharpness had completely disappeared, replaced by a touch of gentleness.

Looking at his sleeping face, Shen Jingshu's memory of last night's romantic "bath together" came back to her, and her cheeks immediately burned.

"Jiang Jin'an." She nudged him, her voice still soft and sweet from just waking up.

"woke up?"

Jiang Jin'an didn't open his eyes, but tightened his arms around her and gently nuzzled her neck with his nose, "Sleep a little longer."

Helpless, Shen Jingshu had no choice but to say, "We have to go back to our parents' home today, so we can't be late."

"No rush, the gifts are already prepared."

"It's ready?" Shen Jingshu asked in surprise. "When was it prepared?"

"last night."

The usually stern and decisive Captain spoke with a blatant sense of pride.

Recalling the absurdity of last night, Shen Jingshu's face flushed again. She couldn't help but scold her, "You still have the mind to prepare gifts?"

Jiang Jin'an raised an eyebrow. "Does Madam not trust her husband?"

Shen Jingshu's face turned even redder, and she quickly changed the subject: "We can't sleep anymore, we have to go back early."

"Why?" Jiang Jin'an asked, "My parents-in-law won't blame us."

Shen Jingshu insisted, "That won't do either, that's the rule."

Jiang Jin'an found it amusing to see her serious expression, but he stopped teasing her.

"Okay, just listen to Madam."

He released his hand, allowing Shen Jingshu to stand up.

But when she actually got up, Shen Jingshu stopped moving. Under the quilt, she was only wearing her undergarments!

She pulled the blanket up shyly to cover her bare shoulders, looked at Jiang Jin'an, and said with a troubled expression, "Jiang Jin'an..."

Jiang Jin'an's heart melted at her shy expression, but he still pretended not to understand and asked, "What's wrong?"

“You…” Shen Jingshu bit her lip, “Turn your back first, I need to get dressed.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jin'an got up and took her undergarment from the clothes rack, but instead of turning around, he handed it directly to her, saying, "I'll help you."

"No!" Shen Jingshu quickly refused. How could a newlywed have her husband help her get dressed on the second day of her marriage? What would people think if word got out?

Jiang Jin'an looked aggrieved: "Does Madam dislike her husband?"

Shen Jingshu was both amused and exasperated. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

“That’s it,” Jiang Jin’an said, already starting to dress her. “Why do husband and wife need to do this?”

Shen Jingshu couldn't refuse him, so she had no choice but to let him help her put on her inner clothes.

After everyone was dressed, Yaoqin and Jinse were summoned to serve them.

Jiang Jin'an sat quietly to the side, watching Yaoqin comb Shen Jingshu's hair. His large, well-defined hands played with Shen Jingshu's long hair. As if he had thought of something, he said, "Let me try."

Yaoqin and Jinse both pursed their lips, suppressing their laughter. They felt that their son-in-law was being incredibly kind to their daughter.

However, since styling her hair was rather complicated, Yaoqin suggested, "My lord, why don't you draw the lady's eyebrows?"

Shen Jingshu was also surprised, "How can this be?"

Jiang Jin'an, however, became interested. "Okay, I'll do it."

Shen Jingshu looked at him with some suspicion, "You know how to draw eyebrows?"

“No,” Jiang Jin’an said calmly, “but I can learn.”

Seeing his eager expression, Shen Jingshu was very nervous, "Are you sure you can do it?"

How can a man say no?

"What, you don't believe me?"

"Not really."

Shen Jingshu thought that drawing eyebrows was simpler than styling hair, so she let him do it.

"Then it's settled." Jiang Jin'an said, taking the eyebrow pencil from Yaoqin and standing up to walk in front of Shen Jingshu.

Although his movements were clumsy, his hands were steady and he was serious as he carefully drew the shape of Shen Jingshu's eyebrows, being extra careful with every stroke.

Looking at his focused expression in the mirror, Shen Jingshu didn't dare to move, afraid of disturbing him.

If the drawing is crooked, it will waste time.

After a moment, Jiang Jin'an lowered her eyebrows, quite satisfied. "Alright, are you satisfied now?"

Shen Jingshu looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and the shape of her eyebrows made her look even more beautiful than usual. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Your skill is superb."

Jiang Jin'an then adorned her hair with a red gold and ruby ​​hairpin. After a simple breakfast and another change of her dressing, the two went out together.

The gifts for the bride's return visit had already been prepared and filled a whole car.

Among them was a Duan inkstone given to Shen Zizhong. The stone was fine and the carving was exquisite, making it a work by a famous artist.

There was a set of red jade jewelry given to Song Wan; the color was vibrant, the clarity was excellent, and it was clear at a glance that it was very valuable.

There was also a short sword for Shen Yuanzhou, its blade gleaming with a cold light, and a ravenstone inlaid on the hilt, both beautiful and practical.

In addition, there were various kinds of silks and satins, delicacies and fine wines, all of which were exquisite and expensive, which showed Jiang Jin'an's dedication.

When the carriage arrived at the bustling market, the crowds quickly gave way to the carriage from the Jiang residence.

A few whispers drifted in through the carriage curtain, saying that Miss Shen was unlucky; the captain was clearly not dead, yet he didn't send a message, and just watched her become a laughingstock without doing anything about it.

Some people say that Miss Shen must be too domineering, so much so that even the living Yama couldn't stand her and she tried to escape the marriage but failed.

Some even say that ordinary people can't possibly fathom the thoughts of these important figures.

Shen Jingshu and Jiang Jin'an exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat helpless.

Upon arriving at the Marquis of Pingyang's residence, before even alighting from the carriage, they heard Uncle Fu's familiar voice: "The young lady and her husband are back!"

Shen Jingshu lifted the carriage curtain and saw Shen Zizhong, Song Wan, and Shen Yuanzhou already standing in front of the mansion gate to greet them.

Shen Zizhong took leave today and stayed at home.

After hearing the news of Jiang Jin'an's return to the capital yesterday, Song Wan finally breathed a sigh of relief. But then she thought about it again and felt something was off, so she pulled Shen Zizhong aside and questioned him for a while.

Shen Zizhong figured that since everyone was back, he might as well confess!

He then recounted in detail how Emperor Hui had made him and Lu Ming keep quiet that night.

As a result, Song Wan got really angry with him for the first time, blaming him for even lying to himself.

"Well, Shen Zizhong, you've really grown bold! You dare to keep something like this from me? Don't you consider me family anymore?"

Song Wan was so angry that tears streamed down her face. She pointed at Shen Zizhong's nose and yelled, "Do you know how I've been these past few days? My daughter has suffered so much, and you've kept it from me? Are you even human?"

Shen Zizhong knew he was in the wrong, but he couldn't disobey the emperor's order, so he had no choice but to let her scold him. He spent half the night coaxing her until he finally calmed her down.

Seeing Jiang Jin'an standing unharmed in front of him, Shen Zizhong couldn't help but want to give him a good talking-to.

Jiang Jin'an got off the carriage first, then turned around and helped Shen Jingshu down.

Shen Zizhong coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and was about to speak when Jiang Jin'an preemptively bowed respectfully: "Your son-in-law greets your father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Shen Zizhong choked, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He glared at Jiang Jin'an, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.