Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1122 - 810: Perfectly Matched

Yu Wenqian cast a deep glance at her, saying nothing.For a moment, the entire funeral hall fell silent. Those who had come to the Duke Mansion to pay their respects were all influential figures in the court, naturally understanding the implication in Princess Qin’s words, yet none dared to voice it.

Meanwhile, Shang Ruyi firmly gripped Yu Wencheng’s wrist with one hand, pressing it onto his knee, and then called out, "Quick, summon the doctor!"

The Dong Family’s steward dared not delay and hurriedly called for someone to go out.

By this time, Yu Wencheng’s face had already turned somewhat blue. Everyone around understood the implication in Shang Ruyi’s words, and naturally, he did too. However, what enraged him even more was that this second sister-in-law dared to "lay hands" on him first, pinning him down into his seat. In truth, her strength was trivial, and Yu Wencheng could easily have overturned her with a casual wave of his hand. But looking at her heavily pregnant figure, if he were to strike back, tonight’s situation would undoubtedly become troublesome.

Furthermore, Yu Wenye stood by her side the entire time.

Recalling the time outside Tinghe Building in Luoyang, where Yu Wenye nearly snapped his neck because of Shang Ruyi, he knew that although Yu Wenye wouldn’t dare do that now, if he really laid a hand on Princess Qin, who knows what might happen.

Though Yu Wencheng was cunning and ruthless, he couldn’t afford to make a move that might actually harm him without considering it carefully.

Thinking it over, he let out a cold laugh and said, "Second sister-in-law, you only seem concerned about my injury, not caring about how I got it?"

Shang Ruyi stood in front of him, firmly pressing his hand, smiling calmly and said, "Third brother, men and women are different. You men are accustomed to fighting and killing on the battlefield. These are not things your second sister-in-law understands; moreover, I am now with child, and father-in-law has repeatedly instructed me to rest quietly and not to hear of such bloody matters. However, as for your injury, I cannot ignore it; otherwise I would be letting down mother’s trust from those years."

The instant these words were spoken, Yu Wencheng’s expression changed.

In fact, Madam Guan never entrusted this youngest son to her, and she wasn’t even by Madam Guan’s side when she passed, but so much time had passed that no one would know what Madam Guan had told her back then. Moreover, as the second sister-in-law, she indeed had the right to discipline and care for young brother-in-law. These words left Yu Wencheng speechless.

Before long, the doctor was summoned.

As soon as the doctor approached, Shang Ruyi released Yu Wencheng’s hand. Yu Wenye immediately gave her a look, and understanding, she showed a pained expression, "Oh no!"

Yu Wenye quickly stepped forward, "Ruyi, what’s wrong with you?"

Shang Ruyi grasped his hand with one hand, protecting her belly with the other, furrowing her brows as she said, "I don’t know what happened, but my stomach feels somewhat uncomfortable."

With that, everyone in the funeral hall panicked. Despite Prince Qi’s injury, he had returned safely from Song State to Chang An, seemingly not having any grave injuries. But this Princess Qin, she might be carrying the Imperial Grandson, and if something were to happen to her—

Someone spoke up immediately, "Better have Princess Qin checked first."

"Yes, the Princess’s pregnancy must not be compromised."

"Quick, check on the Princess."

The doctor’s face showed signs of fear as well. He never expected to be summoned to treat the illustrious Prince Qi, but upon arriving, he encountered the pregnant Princess Qin in distress. Sweat poured down his face, and seeing that the Dong Family’s people dared not neglect Princess Qin’s condition, nodding at him, he had no choice but to step forward and take Shang Ruyi’s pulse.

Upon taking her pulse, his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Yu Wenye solemnly said to Shang Ruyi, "Ruyi, do not worry. If you feel unwell, I will take you back to the palace immediately."

This doctor, only in his forties, was indeed reputable in Chang An to be summoned to the Duke Mansion, and he had served many high-ranking officials, having seen many things. Although slightly afraid, it didn’t hinder him from quickly using his mind at this opportune moment. Hearing the words of Prince Qin, he quickly caught on.

He hastily knelt down and said, "The Princess’s pulse is delicate and continuous, face pale, as if she has been—startled or jostled."

"Jostled?"

Hearing these words, Yu Wenye’s gaze flickered slightly. He said to Shang Ruyi, "Indeed, you shouldn’t be listening to such stories of fighting and killing." Then he looked at the doctor and said sternly, "How should we proceed?"

The doctor knelt on the ground, deeply bowing his head, saying softly, "This humble one’s medical skills are not refined, and I dare not make a verdict. Yet, the Princess should not remain long in this busy place to avoid further disturbance."

Yu Wenye raised an eyebrow slightly, saying, "Fine, if that’s the case, I shall take Ruyi back immediately."

Having said that, he reached out to help Shang Ruyi slowly to her feet. Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan rushed forward to escort her, and the group turned to leave the funeral hall. As they walked out, Yu Wenye stopped, glanced at the doctor, and said, "Someone, reward him with ten taels of silver."

The doctor was thrilled and hurriedly kowtowed, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Yu Wenye’s gaze then shifted towards Yu Wencheng, sitting on the other side, his face already turning pale from realization, and he instructed, "Make sure to carefully treat Prince Qi. Should anything go amiss, send someone to inform me at the palace immediately. You’ll be well-rewarded afterward."

The doctor kowtowed again, "Yes, I understand."

Yet, despite what was said, neither the doctor nor those around, including Yu Wencheng, misunderstood— a mere doctor, who couldn’t even enter the gates of the Imperial Medical Bureau, certainly had no means to notify Prince Qin in the palace.

They left without even inquiring about the diagnosis, clearly intending not to pursue the matter any further.

Today’s events, just like this, ended here.

Yu Wencheng had completely realized what had happened, but by then it was too late. After all, even he couldn’t stop a pregnant Princess Qin, who claimed to be "unwell," from leaving, left only to clench his teeth, watching them walk away. As Yu Wenye stepped out of the courtyard once more, he paused, looking back at the tall and handsome figure standing in the center of the funeral hall, Yu Wenqian, who at this moment emanated a chilling aura.

Those bright and clear eyes now seemed cold as ice.

Yu Wenye said, "Imperial Brother, if there was any disrespect, I hope you can forgive me."

Yu Wenqian didn’t speak, simply waving his hand, watching them leave.

Although it wasn’t the first time he’d seen their figures walking away, or the first he’d seen them walk side by side, it was the first time he abruptly realized they were a perfect match, harmonious as shadow and form.