Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1127 - 815: No Child’s Play

Marriage granted?!These two words, which seemed so flat when spoken, exploded like a bolt from the blue within Liangyi Hall at that moment, resounding in everyone’s hearts. Yet the loudest noise came from the entrance of the great hall.

With a dull "clang," it felt as if real thunder had burst forth.

Yu Wenquan immediately lifted his head, and in the heavy night darkness, he saw a figure that appeared to be somewhat delicate, yet walked with a cautious heaviness. This figure had just reached the entrance of Liangyi Hall, and when hearing the words "marriage granted," she abruptly lifted her white, small face, showing a look of utter shock.

It was Shang Ruyi!

She had somehow arrived at Liangyi Hall.

But at this moment, everyone was too stunned by those two words to react, including Shang Ruyi, who was dumbfounded at the entrance of Liangyi Hall. Only Eunuch Yu still maintained his composure and was the quickest to respond. He immediately stepped forward and softly said, "Your Majesty, Princess Qin seeks an audience."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenye immediately turned his head.

The two exchanged glances, saying nothing.

Yu Wenquan’s face was also filled with a complex expression, but he quickly waved his hand. Eunuch Yu, seeing this, pushed the door open a bit wider to allow Princess Qin to enter Liangyi Hall.

Shang Ruyi’s belly was already so large that each step was taken with difficulty, but even so, after entering Liangyi Hall, she still walked cautiously, reaching the middle of the great hall. As she passed by Yu Wenqian, it was perhaps her illusion, but the tall stature that seemed as rigid as a statue carved from cold ice appeared to tremble slightly.

Shang Ruyi took a deep breath, walked a couple more steps forward, and knelt beside Yu Wenye.

Yu Wenquan immediately said, "No need for ceremony."

Only then did Shang Ruyi stand up straight, still curtsying to Yu Wenquan, whose face lost some of its astonishment, yet he still couldn’t fully regain composure. Nonetheless, upon seeing Shang Ruyi, he displayed a kindly expression: "Why have you come? Didn’t you say you were unwell?"

Shang Ruyi hurriedly replied, "Thank you for your concern, Father. There’s no major issue with my health. I just heard from Eunuch Yu that this matter worries you, so I’ve come to apologize."

Yu Wenquan immediately said, "There’s no need to apologize."

After speaking, he looked at Shang Ruyi’s belly: "Are you sure you’re alright?"

Shang Ruyi lowered her head, apologetic, saying, "Earlier at the Duke’s Mansion, I heard the third brother speaking of war matters, and I wonder if it startled the child a bit, there was indeed some fetal movement, which worried both Feng Chen and the third brother; however, after returning to the palace, perhaps under Your Majesty’s auspice, I feel much better."

Yu Wenquan nodded at last.

He gestured to Eunuch Yu to grant Shang Ruyi a seat, then looked at the three sons kneeling on the ground, especially the eldest legitimate son, who was bowing his head as if he had lost all warmth and vitality. After a moment of silence, he said, "You three may also rise and take a seat."

The three slowly got up and sat down in their respective seats.

Yu Wenye naturally helped Shang Ruyi to sit beside him, while Yu Wenqian and Yu Wencheng sat opposite them. As soon as they were seated, everyone’s gaze involuntarily fell upon Yu Wenqian.

At this moment, his eyes were lowered, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Yu Wenquan said, "Qian’er, you—"

Yu Wenqian said, "I implore Father for fulfillment."

"..."

Yu Wenquan’s eyebrows knitted into a knot. After another pause, he asked, "You’re asking Me to grant you a marriage. Which family’s young lady do you wish to marry?"

Yu Wenqian said, "The eldest daughter of Duke Wushan."

"Jixian Zhengzi Yu Mingyue?"

"Exactly."

"You, wish to marry her?"

"Yu Mingyue is of noble lineage, exceptionally talented, and I have always been deeply fond of her."

"..."

The entire Liangyi Hall was so quiet that the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

Shang Ruyi listened to her pounding heart, her hand by her side so cold that her fingertips turned pale. Just then, a warm, large hand reached over, quietly enveloping hers in its palm.

Shang Ruyi looked up at Yu Wenye beside her.

He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were intensely fixed on the opposite side, but the warmth of his palm and presence transmitted to Shang Ruyi, although it didn’t dispel her worries, it did make her feel a bit more at ease.

Yet Shang Ruyi’s brow remained furrowed tightly, until at this moment, with the aid of the strength transferred from Yu Wenye’s palm, she mustered the courage to slowly lift her head and gaze across.

At that instant, Yu Wenqian’s nearly transparent eyes flickered, and his gaze seemed to turn towards her.

At the moment their eyes met, it was as if sparks flew.

Shang Ruyi immediately lowered her head.

Her heart pounded even harder than before.

She had noticed the Crown Prince and King Qi’s carriages entering the palace almost simultaneously when she did, knowing that the three brothers would definitely encounter each other at Liangyi Hall. Although she knew that Yu Wenye arriving first had its advantages, facing the Crown Prince and King Qi alone might not yield favorable results, especially since—Yu Wenquan had always been wary of this son; particularly this time, with two Dukes dead or wounded, Yu Wenquan couldn’t be entirely without thoughts.

So, she hurriedly returned to Qianqiu Palace to change her clothes and happened to meet Eunuch Yu meandering by, then immediately had him bring her over.

Unexpectedly, before approaching, she heard the Crown Prince’s request for a marriage grant.

The request was for Yu Mingyue.

Shang Ruyi took a deep breath, calming her anxious heart, and when she looked up again, Yu Wenqian had already turned his head, calmly replying to Yu Wenquan, who was sternly questioning him, "Marriage is a significant matter, and I would never treat it frivolously."

He didn’t look at her again.

It seemed as if the brief moment of eye contact just now had been a mere illusion.

Having received Yu Wenqian’s answer that he wouldn’t treat the matter frivolously, Yu Wenquan’s frown only tightened further. He had many questions to ask, but seeing the clear eyes before him, which he couldn’t read despite their transparency, Yu Wenquan once again felt a sense of helplessness—a feeling previously reserved for Yu Wenye as he grew, handling matters independently on the battlefield, and often disregarding Yu Wenquan’s orders as commands.

It was a feeling of both loss and pride, yet one that grew increasingly uneasy after ascending the throne as emperor.

And now, this feeling surfaced again in front of Yu Wenqian...

Yu Wenquan remained silent for a long while and finally couldn’t help but ask, "Qian’er, in the past when I arranged marriages and urged you to marry, you always found excuses to delay. Why now, are you the one bringing it up?"