Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1119 - 807: The Stranger Yu Wenqian

Upon hearing that voice, the once lively and bustling funeral hall seemed to be swept by a chilling wind, not only bone-chilling but also piercing to the heart. Shang Ruyi shivered almost instinctively and hurriedly turned her head.Just at that moment, a breeze carrying the coolness of early autumn lifted a spirit flag in the center of the funeral hall.

Although just a few spirit flags apart, the hall was brightly lit, but surprisingly, there was not a trace of light in the inner hall, so dark that one could hardly see a hand in front of them. Amidst that ink-like darkness, a shadow, as if formed by the condensation of the endless night, slowly emerged from the darkness. The moment he reached out to lift the spirit flag, Shang Ruyi even felt dazed, as if this person was wearing black clothes, merging seamlessly with the darkness.

Yet, when he walked out, he was clad in snow-white.

It was Yu Wenqian!

He was still wearing the mourning attire for entering the city while supporting the coffin. His face was as pale as paper, haggard and expressionless, and even the hand that reached to lift the spirit flag was devoid of any color, making his entire being resemble a ghost.

Shang Ruyi’s heart couldn’t help but tremble.

Why, in that moment, did she feel he was dressed in black?

It was an illusion, perhaps.

Whether it was an illusion or not, it didn’t matter what color he was wearing at that moment; seeing him emerge from the back of the hall, Yu Wenye’s face remained impassive, though his pupils trembled slightly. But he composed himself and stepped forward to greet, "Greetings, Imperial Brother."

"..."

Yu Wenqian did not speak, only slowly lifted his eyes to look at him.

With a raised eye, those intelligent, crystal-clear eyes were clearly presented under the lights, and when gazing into those eyes, Shang Ruyi’s heartbeat sank again—those eyes had already shed the blood-red gaze they had when entering the city to look at her. Though no longer clear and bright as before, they seemed muddied, as if ice had condensed in the depths of the pupils. Neither the brilliance of the lights nor the bustling atmosphere, nor even gentle emotions could enter those eyes.

Yet those eyes were peaceful.

It was the tranquility of a land sealed in ice.

He looked at Yu Wenye and suddenly curled his lips, revealing a smile so faint it seemed fleeting, saying, "Second Brother, you’re here."

"...!"

Seeing him like this, Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan both showed a few hints of bewilderment in their eyes. The two exchanged a glance but said nothing, only holding their breath and bowing deeper.

And Yu Wenye met his cold gaze; the two stared at each other for a long while, he calmly said, "Yes."

Yu Wenqian said, "I thought, Second Brother, you wouldn’t come."

"Well, Imperial Brother has misjudged me."

"Oh?"

"In any case, the Commandery Prince is an elder; how could I, as a servant brother, not personally come to pay respects?"

Upon hearing these words, Shang Ruyi felt as if the chanting of sutras and prayers in the hall had lowered somewhat, and the guests outside instinctively quieted down.

No matter how the outside world speculated, seeing this scene, Shang Ruyi felt a little uneasy in her heart; she truly hadn’t expected Yu Wenye to come calmly to pay respects to Dong Bizheng. After all, this person was considered to have died by his hand, even if accidentally, ultimately it was he who killed him. Although everyone in the world could only speculate, unable to confirm, he knew very well.

But he showed no fear, not even concern, instead standing before Yu Wenqian, discussing openly.

Such a disposition is indeed rare.

Yet Shang Ruyi also knew well, it wasn’t just because Yu Wenye came from military service, accustomed to battlefield slaughter since childhood, but because he clearly understood that between him and the Crown Prince, between his people and the Crown Prince’s people, it was inevitably a relationship of life and death.

Moreover, along the way, Shang Ruyi also realized one thing—

A Jiang Chong’en doesn’t need two Commandery Princes to cross the river.

Dong Bizheng had previously told the Crown Prince that he wanted to return to battle, so this time he crossed the river with Yu Dingxing, not to see the scenery or join the crowd, but intending to take action and make achievements; and on the opposite shore, not only Jiang Chong’en but also Fan Cheng’en awaited, yet they acted without asking, aiming likely for more than just killing the rebellious Jiang Chong’en.

After all, Fan Cheng’en is crucial to determining who will seize the Eastern Capital Luoyang in the future!

Reaching this point, life and death concern only interests, not right or wrong.

And hearing Yu Wenye’s words, Yu Wenqian seemed not the slightest shocked by his "audacity", those eyes still ice-bound and lightless observed Yu Wenye with more tranquility, after a long pause, he slightly curled his lips again: "Well said."

Another wind blew through, making the spirit flag behind Yu Wenqian tremble slightly, resembling countless ghosts wandering.

Yu Wenye glanced behind him; the inner hall, merely separated by a few spirit flags, remained dim, only vaguely showing the tall coffin merging with the darkness. Yu Wenye said, "I wonder what Imperial Brother was doing inside just now?"

Yu Wenqian turned his face to glance, at last a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes.

He said, "I was listening to Uncle speak."

"..."

"Uncle used to say many things to me, yet I didn’t heed them, but instead believed things I shouldn’t have, resulting in a grave mistake!"

Hearing this, Shang Ruyi’s heart sank sharply.

Yu Wenqian said heavily, "Therefore, I want to hear them again, hear if he still has words for me; whatever he says, I’ll listen and obey."

With that, he turned his head to look at Yu Wenye, asking, "Do you think I should do so?"

"..."

Yu Wenye quietly gazed at him, confronting those ice-bound eyes with his naturally stern ones, as if two icy blades clashed, not fervently, but delivering a bone-chilling dread.

Even Shen Wuzheng slowly furrowed his brow.

After a long silence, Yu Wenye said blandly, "I cannot make such decisions for Imperial Brother."

"..."

"In fact, Imperial Brother has always known what he wishes to do, not something others can influence."

"..."

"What Imperial Brother chooses to follow has never been others’ words or advice, but his own heart."

Yu Wenqian slightly raised his chin, half-squinting at him, and for the first time, such an almost arrogant yet nearly cold expression appeared on his incomparably handsome face, making Shang Ruyi feel as if she didn’t recognize him at all.

This appeared to be a stranger Yu Wenqian!