The daughter of the first wife is reborn and marries a rich family again

Xiao Cheng chuckled: "It's very simple. After the matter is done, I hope you can do me a favor at the appropriate time."

Yu Caiwei nodded, and their eyes met, as if they had reached some secret agreement.

"Then it's settled. But..." Yu Caiwei changed the subject, "Have you considered the possible consequences of doing this, my lord?"

Xiao Cheng smiled faintly: "Caiwei, there is no risk-free chess game in this world. But for what you want in your heart, some risks are worth taking."

Their conversation sets the stage for the subsequent situation, and every choice will lead to an unpredictable future.

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As the sun sets, Wanwuji once again welcomes its prosperity. Yu Caiwei and Zheng Zhuohua's shadows walk side by side, their conversation is gentle and warm, but behind their smiles, they hide their own calculations and determination.

"Zhuo Hua, no matter what the future holds, I hope you can believe me." Yu Caiwei's voice was gentle and firm, as if she was making an important promise to him.

Zheng Zhuohua stopped and looked at her seriously: "Caiwei, I am willing to bet everything, just because I believe that you are worth it."

Passersby cast envious glances at them, and their conversation created ripples in the hearts of the onlookers, making people involuntarily want to witness the final destination of this relationship.

"Look at them, that's true love!" an old lady sighed.

"Yes, I hope they can have a happy ending." The little girl next to her replied, her eyes sparkling with longing for beautiful things.

As the night deepened, the loving couple gradually walked away in the dimming lights, leaving the world with a series of unsolved mysteries and deep suspense.

"Then, our story has just begun..." Yu Caiwei said softly to Zheng Zhuohua. At the end of the words, the two smiled at each other and walked into the night hand in hand. The road ahead is full of unknown challenges and the dawn of hope. Everything in the night gradually became silent, but the story of Yu Caiwei and Zheng Zhuohua, like an undercurrent illuminated by the moonlight, quietly spread in the capital. In the streets and alleys, teahouses and taverns, people's topics always unconsciously revolve around this seemingly extraordinary man and woman.

"Have you heard? Miss Yu and that scholar-looking Mr. Zheng seem to be plotting something big." Inside the teahouse, a middle-aged businessman lowered his voice, sounding mysterious.

The lady next to her immediately became interested when she heard this: "Oh, this is really new! Miss Yu is the daughter of a marquis, she has seen all kinds of things, why would she look at a scholar differently?"

"You don't understand this. I heard that Zheng Zhuohua is not an ordinary scholar. He has a profound family background and is a man of great potential." The businessman's tone was full of affirmation.

As they were chatting animatedly, there was a commotion at the door, and several well-dressed young men hurried in with anxious looks on their faces. Their appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

"Tell us quickly, what information have you found out?" one of the young men urged impatiently.

The leading young man acted confident, looked around and lowered his voice: "It seems that our prince is also involved, and..." He deliberately kept the audience in suspense.

"And what?" Everyone's heart was in suspense.

“It is said that this is a game about power, love and hate. Our Miss Yu, Master Zheng, and even the Crown Prince, each of them has his own thoughts and is cautious at every step.” The words of the leading young man were like a stone thrown into the lake, stirring up waves one after another.

Exclamations and whispers broke out in the crowd. Everyone was attracted by this sudden plot twist and was looking forward to who would be the final winner of the game.

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A few days later, in an inconspicuous corner of the morning market in Beijing, two old men were playing chess, surrounded by spectators, who were talking about the situation from time to time. Their topics were all about Yu Caiwei, Zheng Zhuohua, and the mysterious prince Xiao Cheng.

"This world is just like our game of chess. One wrong move leads to all wrong moves." One of the old men sighed as he made his move. His eyes penetrated the crowd, as if he saw somewhere deeper.

The other old man smiled and deftly neutralized the opponent's attack: "Don't forget, the game is not over yet, and the winner is not yet determined. The young people still have to walk their own path."

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the concentration of the onlookers, and a servant squeezed in breathlessly: "Everyone, everyone, have you heard? Miss Yu publicly stated her position at the banquet in the Marquis' Mansion and strongly supported Master Zheng!"

The crowd suddenly exploded with all kinds of speculation, exclamations and envy rising one after another.

"This woman is truly amazing, worthy of being the daughter of the Yu family."

"How could Mr. Zheng be so virtuous and capable that he could win the favor of such a beautiful woman?"

"I think there may be some twists and turns behind this that we can't guess."

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Night fell again. In the Moxiang Pavilion, the largest book club in the capital, people were immersed in the swordplay and love stories between the lines. Suddenly, a young man in simple clothes but with an excited look stood up and said loudly:

"Dear book friends, I just learned from internal channels that a drama that will shock the capital is about to take place between Yu Caiwei, Zheng Zhuohua, and the prince! Who do you think will be the final winner in this contest?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the book club. People joined the discussion and expressed their opinions. The air was filled with curiosity and excitement about the unknown.

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While people were discussing this heatedly, in the deep courtyard of the Marquis' Mansion, Yu Caiwei and Zheng Zhuohua stood side by side in the moonlight. Their shadows were stretched very long, like two lonely but determined souls, closely connected.

"Zhuo Hua, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will walk with you." Yu Caiwei's words were full of unquestionable determination.

Zheng Zhuohua held her hand tightly, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light: "Caiwei, as long as we are together, there will be no difficulties that we cannot overcome. As for how the world will judge us, let them say it."

Their conversation, though gentle, seemed to reverberate under the night sky of Beijing, stirring up more unknown ripples. Others may not be able to fully understand their choice, but their reckless courage and persistence are enough to move countless people.

"So, our story..." Yu Caiwei was interrupted by Zheng Zhuohua before she could finish her words.

"Yes, our story has just begun..." He took over the conversation, and the two smiled at each other, with determination and tenderness in their eyes that only each other could understand.

"The world is like a game of chess. Once one piece is dropped, the whole situation changes. How will you two stir up the situation in the capital?" A voice suddenly sounded in a corner of the courtyard, interrupting the tenderness between the two.

Zheng Zhuohua and Yu Caiwei turned around when they heard the voice, and saw a mysterious man in a cloak walking out of the shadows. His face was hidden by the hood, revealing only a pair of eagle-like eyes that were sharp, revealing a somewhat elusive meaning.

"Who is here?" Zheng Zhuohua stood in front of Yu Caiwei vigilantly, with one hand quietly holding the sword at his waist to prevent any accidents.