Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1125 - 813: A Chill Without Reason, Helplessness

Yu Wenye’s eyes tightened slightly at the corners.He certainly didn’t think Yu Wenquan was someone easy to fool. In fact, although it seemed like Yu Wenquan didn’t meddle in many affairs, he was actually well aware of everything. As long as matters and people were under his control, he would not easily speak or act.

Once he did speak, it meant he had detected that some people and matters were slipping from his grasp.

And at this moment, he spoke.

Yu Wenye lowered his head because since leaving Dong Mansion, he had been traveling under the cover of night, and after entering the palace, everything around him was shrouded in darkness. The sudden brightness now pierced his eyes, leaving him momentarily dazed.

And it was at this moment of distraction that his response was delayed by a moment.

Yu Wenquan said deeply again, "You visit in the deep of the night. Do you wish to speak about Xingluo Granary, or do you want to talk about your third brother?"

"...!"

Yu Wenye’s breath caught again—Yu Wenquan’s insight was indeed sharp. Even though he had been in darkness earlier, and despite just being immersed in grief with old friends and relatives in the city, he could still distinctly discern which words in a conversation that seemed half-true were true and which false.

However, it was not surprising.

Yu Wenye knew very well that his ever-calm father was, in fact, the hardest to fool.

He took a deep breath, finally regaining his composure and clarity amidst the brightness of Dasheng, and then said, "Your son is here for Xingluo Granary."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenquan halted his steps before him and slowly bent down to meet his second son at eye level. He was naturally imposing and, without smiling, exuded an inherent authority. His piercing tiger eyes seemed as if they could pierce through skin and bones, even gazing into one’s soul. Ordinary people, faced with such eyes, would find that any treacherous thoughts couldn’t hide; even maintaining basic eye contact would be difficult.

Yet, Yu Wenye calmly met his gaze, his cold and stern eyes unwavering, and said firmly word by word, "Because, your son wants to take the Eastern Capital!"

"..."

Yu Wenquan’s breathing deepened.

Then, he furrowed his brows again, looking intensely at the pair of determined cold eyes before him as if he wanted to see deeper, to penetrate his thoughts; but no matter how he looked, those eyes remained steadfast, without the slightest hint of retreat.

Such determination, in the past, gave him immense reassurance.

But now, it gave Yu Wenquan an inexplicable chill, leaving him at a loss.

He took a deep breath, finally slowly straightening up, and said, "Regarding the Eastern Capital, I have my plans. As for Yan Jie—"

Before he could finish, a vague noise was heard from outside Liangyi Hall, seeming as though someone else was visiting by night. Eunuch Yu loyally stood guard outside, hesitantly whispering, "Prince Qi, the Emperor hasn’t summoned you. You cannot intrude."

"What, do we have to report to you to see the Emperor?"

"No, this servant dares not."

Yu Wenquan slowly lifted his head, "Yu Mingli, let him in."

There was a moment of quiet outside, followed by the low, hoarse sound of the great door being pushed open. Suddenly, a cold wind blew into the grand hall, Yu Wenye feeling a chill down his spine, although it seemed the cold wasn’t just from the wind.

Footsteps approached from outside, and then Yu Wencheng’s voice, smiling, rang out—

"It seems my second brother has already spoken of my affairs."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm and calm voice, yet carrying a chill deeper than the recent wind, sounded, "Third brother, do not be disrespectful. Your son greets the Emperor."

It was Crown Prince Yu Wenqian.

Yu Wenye knelt on the ground, unmoving, only watching the faint shadows of two figures approach and kneel beside him.

Yu Wenqian and Yu Wencheng had entered the palace together.

From the moment the two entered Liangyi Hall, Yu Wenquan turned to walk slowly to the front of the great hall, where he now sat, looking up at his three sons, silent for a long while before saying, "It’s rare for all three of you to be here. Old third, I did not summon you back to court. What are you doing here?"

Yu Wencheng immediately prostrated and paid respects, "Your son admits his mistake."

"I did not ask for your admission of guilt. I asked, what are you doing!?"

"Your son heard news of the Commandery Prince’s death and thought that since he was an elder, regardless of circumstances, your son should return to pay respects. Furthermore—"

He dragged out the last words, though not continuing, but Yu Wenye, looking down at the shadows on the ground, clearly raised his head. As expected, Yu Wenquan was slightly shocked, his voice growing more urgent, "How were you injured?"

Yu Wencheng glanced at Yu Wenye, speaking coolly, "I thought, when Second Brother entered the palace, he would have already reported to the Emperor."

Yu Wenquan’s brow furrowed.

Looking again at Yu Wenye, who knelt unwavering, without a hint of emotion, he suddenly understood something and asked, "What were you doing at Xingluo Granary?"

Originally, Yu Wencheng thought that upon seeing his head wound, Yu Wenquan would certainly question Yu Wenye. He didn’t expect him to start questioning him instead. Realizing that Yu Wenye had likely informed Yu Wenquan of his unauthorized return to Chang An during his earlier visit, he sneered inwardly, then replied, "I previously said I was uneasy about the guards at Xingluo Granary. After taking Song State, I made a point to inspect it, lest any issue there affect the grand strategy when the army moves."

"And what was the result of your inspection?"

"Your son couldn’t even enter Xingluo Granary. The guards dared attack me, rebelling, a crime deserving severe punishment!"

Yu Wenquan’s brow creased tighter.

At first glance at Yu Wencheng’s bandaged wound, he was indeed somewhat concerned; however, seeing him active and bouncing in the palace, it seemed the injury wasn’t too serious—though the injury itself was less important than the reason behind it.

If those guarding Xingluo Granary dared assault Prince Qi of Dasheng Dynasty, they held no regard for him as Emperor.

What else would they not dare?

If this were true, allowing such people to guard such a crucial Warehouse City was unthinkable; any traitorous intent during wartime could jeopardize the entire eastern front.

Thinking of this, Yu Wenquan’s aura darkened, about to speak, but lifting his head, he saw Yu Wenye, still kneeling, motionless and without any sign of emotional fluctuation. Reflecting on his unwavering, unflinching gaze from earlier, Yu Wenquan felt a heaviness once more in his heart.

He said, "King Qin, those guarding Xingluo Granary are your people."

"Yes."

"What do you have to say?"