"Oh?" Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows and deliberately put on a stern face. "When has this prince ever been tricked by you?"

"Of course you don't know," Shen Weiwan smiled like a cat stealing fish, leaning close to his ear and lowering her voice, "This is called 'boiling a frog in warm water'. By the time you realize it, you've already been trapped!"

Chun Tao was watching with such amusement that she couldn't help but interrupt, "Miss, you and His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince aren't setting a trap, you're clearly using a jar of honey to soak each other!"

Shen Weiwan's cheeks flushed, and she was about to retort when Xiao Yu suddenly embraced her. His embrace was warm and solid, and the scent of cedar wrapped in the smell of sunshine reminded her of the biting cold in the snow in her previous life. She couldn't help but shrink into his arms.

"Cold?" Xiao Yu noticed her movements and immediately took off his black robe and put it on her shoulders. The brocade robe still carried his body temperature.

"No," Shen Weiwan shook her head, her voice muffled in his chest, "I just feel like a dream. I used to always think about how to get revenge and how to take back the property from Liu. Now that I've suddenly done it, I'm still a little uncomfortable."

Xiao Yu looked down at her huddled form, his eyes filled with tenderness. He gently stroked the top of her head, as if soothing a lazy cat. "It wasn't a dream, Weiwan. Look at this key, look at this account book; it's all real. The days ahead will be sweeter than honey." He paused, as if remembering something amusing. "Oh, by the way, my father told me yesterday in the Imperial Garden that when you marry into the Prince's Mansion, he'll have you open the 'Museum of Tricks' in the Changyin Pavilion in the palace, and he'll have the Queen Mother come every day to listen to you tell the story of the 'Croton Fairy.'"

"Really?" Chen Weiwan raised her head suddenly, her eyes gleaming with gold. "Can you give me 70% of the ticket money? I want to open a branch in the palace and borrow the empress dowager's dressing box for exhibition, calling it the 'palace version of the trick prop'!"

"You," Xiao Yu scratched her nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "you're really obsessed with money."

The two smiled at each other, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the grape leaves casting dappled shadows on their clasped hands. From outside the courtyard came the playful sounds of Chuntao and the maids pruning flower branches, and the old housekeeper ordering the kitchen staff to prepare lotus seed soup. Everything seemed so peaceful and warm.

Shen Weiwan leaned on Xiao Yu's shoulder, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat. Suddenly, the pain of being beaten to death in the snow in her past life seemed like a distant nightmare. The aunt who had used her as a tool, the cousin who had stolen her life, the lame scumbag who had cheated her into marriage, were now living specimens in her "Museum of Scams." Not only did she reclaim the general's estate, she also met Xiao Yu—a man willing to play along with her and tolerate all her "silly actions."

"Your Highness," she suddenly said, her fingers unconsciously twisting the jade belt around his waist, "Will our children in the future also be like me, enjoying putting stones in other people's shoes?"

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, a muffled sound echoing through his chest: "Whatever you want, as long as it's your child, even if it means stuffing gold into my court boots, I'll be happy to do it."

"What if he steals your jade ring and exchanges it for a candy figurine?"

"Then let him go to the 'School of Tricksters' to become your disciple," Xiao Yu lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his tone full of doting, "I am willing to be tricked by you and your son for the rest of my life, as long as you are by my side."

Chen Weiwan smiled, her eyes curved, and she put her arm around his waist. In the distance, the night watchman passed by, banging his clapper. It was already three quarters past noon. She knew that her fulfilling life had only just begun.

As for Liu Shi from Lingnan and Shen Ruorou from the laundry bureau? The occasional news from the post station was little more than a joke between her and Xiao Yu after dinner. Rumors that Liu Shi had learned to weave straw hats from croton leaves in the croton fields, and Shen Ruorou had adapted the "Itchy Song" into a laundry routine, became a popular melodrama among the people of the capital. Those "bad relatives" who had hurt her were long gone from her world. Her future was filled with Xiao Yu's sweet affection and countless "silly maneuvers," waiting for her to create them one by one.

The pomegranate trees in Tinglan Courtyard were in full bloom, their fiery red blossoms perfectly reflecting Shen Weiwan's current mood. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Yu's handsome profile, the sunlight outlining his clear jawline. Suddenly, she felt that what she had truly won back in this life was not her family fortune and reputation, but her life that she had lost and regained, and someone who was willing to accompany her in her craziness, laugh with her, and stay with her until the end.

"Xiao Yu," she called his name softly, her voice softer than ever before.

"Hmm?" He looked down at her, his eyes full of stars.

"I love you."

Xiao Yu's body stiffened slightly, then he hugged her tightly, his arms so strong that he seemed to knead her into his bones. His voice trembled slightly, but he was unwaveringly firm. "Me too, Weiwan. From the moment I saw you push Li Xiu into the lotus pond in the Imperial Garden, I was destined to fall into your hands."

The sun was shining brightly, the breeze gentle and gentle. Shen Weiwan leaned into his embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, her lips curled up in happiness. The scumbag relationship was over, and from now on, only sweet love remained. And her story with Xiao Yu would become a legend of the absurd daughter of a legitimate wife and the doting prince throughout the years of the Dasheng Dynasty, spread by the people in the streets and alleys with laughter, more exciting than any storybook.