Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 992 - 724: Spring River, Warm Waters

"These meals, take them back for now.""The Princess still can’t eat anything?"

"Mm."

"Miss Wo Xue, perhaps it’s better to call a doctor to take a look. The Princess’s illness cannot be taken lightly. Is she still running a fever now?"

"It’s just that her spirits aren’t great, but her body isn’t too hot."

"That’s good. But—"

...

A gust of wind slipped in through the slightly ajar door, gently swaying the canopy above.

Lying on the bed, the canopy fluctuated like clouds in a rolling motion. Shang Ruyi was already somewhat drowsy, but hearing Wo Xue outside the room struggling to speak with the servants, she couldn’t help but grow angry.

Her cheeks grew even redder.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength to get out of bed or pick up the copper mirror to see her flushed, annoyed face. At this moment, her entire body felt as if it had been taken apart alive and reassembled again, swollen and sore, barely feeling like her own.

It’s all Yu Wenye’s fault!

Thinking this "fiercely" in her heart, but as soon as she thought of that man, her face became hotter!

That man, last night he pulled her out of her dream alive and pressed her into the drowning frenzy of a tidal surge. He had drunk wine, seeming terribly drunk because he completely lost control, fully opening the gate where desire and wild beast are imprisoned.

Only then did Shang Ruyi realize that in the past, even that night on the grassland, he hadn’t indulged fully.

But last night...

The man, freed from rational restraint, completely transformed into a beast of desire.

He would hold her tightly in his arms, caressing her, with their skin touching, seemingly igniting flames. Even her breathing and heartbeat could only proceed with his permission, while she, utterly lost in his tyranny, couldn’t even struggle, could only tightly clutch his shoulders, her soft body being maneuvered by him, one moment lifted to the clouds, another dragged into Hell.

However, even in the most frenzied moments, he still asked in her ear—

"Do you want me to stay a few more days?"

How could Shang Ruyi possibly answer?

She could only shed tears, continuously shaking her head, her sobbing moans completely swallowed by scorching kisses, but even so, it did not appease him. Biting her lips, breathing heavily, he fiercely told her, "You let me stay a few days, tonight, I want you several times!"

...

And then, what happened?

Shang Ruyi no longer remembered.

It felt like she had gone through a violent electric storm; all memory burned away, leaving only a vague recollection of repeatedly nearing fainting, yet he would forcibly awaken her. By the end, morning light already pierced through the window lattice, casting into this heating, masculinely scented room, even illuminating the contour of his sweat-streaked, muscular back, still tirelessly striving.

In the final moment, she bit into his shoulder, bearing everything. Blood spilled from the tips of her teeth, a salty taste permeating her mouth, yet she no longer could utter a single word.

So, clearly, she hadn’t said anything...

But why did he still torment her all night long?

Liar, cheat!

Shang Ruyi felt so aggrieved, her eyes redder, even more, aggrieved was—he, as if nothing were amiss, only held her to rest for a moment. Then he woke up alone, got dressed, and went off to handle affairs at the military camp.

While she had to hide in bed pretending to be sick.

She hadn’t eaten breakfast.

Yu Wenqian especially prepared lunch to make up for the celebration banquet missed last night, but she could only decline.

Thus, everyone in the household knew Princess Qin had fallen ill, and the kitchen staff specially sent meals, but seeing her difficulty even in swallowing water, Wo Xue could only go out to politely refuse. Yet for some reason, that servant kept talking, asking all sorts of questions for half a day. Eventually, Wo Xue grew displeased, responding politely but coldly, "I, as the Princess’s personal maid, will take care of her affairs."

The servant seemed to sense something was amiss and could only offer a smiling explanation, "Miss Wo Xue, please don’t be angry. I’m not questioning you."

"..."

"It’s not only us worrying about the Princess’s health, but even the Han King—and Prince Qin are concerned."

"What does it have to do with the Han King?"

"No, nothing. I’m leaving."

With that, footsteps retreated into the distance.

Soon, Wo Xue, wearing a thoughtful expression, pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Shang Ruyi on the bed, her eyes bloodshot, her whole body weak as if ill but not really sick, she immediately whispered softly, "Princess, are you feeling a bit better now?"