Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1148 - 831: Clothing

Upon hearing this, a light flashed across Yu Wenye’s eyes.But he did not immediately say anything. Instead, he helped Shang Ruyi to lie down slowly, and even fetched a cushion to place behind her, allowing her to comfortably lean against the bedhead. Once everything was in order, he spoke: "But your body hasn’t recovered yet, has it?"

Shang Ruyi hurriedly replied, "Although it hasn’t fully recovered, I can walk already."

Yu Wenye instantly said, "Nonsense, it’s not far from here to Qianqiu Palace, but it’s still a stretch. Here, you need my support even to drink a cup of water. Can you really manage that distance?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi’s breath weakened for a moment.

If speaking of weakness, she couldn’t be as sprightly as usual, but it wasn’t to the point where she needed assistance for every step. Her appearance of frailty these days was half true and half because she was exasperated with the hardship she had endured to become a mother, while Yu Wenye became a father just by standing outside the hall for a moment. So intentionally, she’s been giving him a hard time. Hearing him say this, Shang Ruyi quickly stated, "I-it’s not that I can’t... walk..."

Yu Wenye immediately looked at her guilty and flickering expression, lips slightly pursed, with a teasing smile.

Shang Ruyi cast him a glance, turned her face away, thought for a moment, then looked at him again, and finally whispered, "But I really don’t want to stay here anymore, this place isn’t our home."

Upon hearing the word "home," Yu Wenye’s eyes softened even more.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached over to pull up the light quilt beside him, and covered Shang Ruyi securely, especially around her abdomen, tucking in the sides. As he did these things, he spoke casually: "Perhaps one day, even this place will be our home."

"...!"

This sentence, along with its almost audacious hidden meaning, made Shang Ruyi’s breath catch. She raised her eyes to look at Yu Wenye, only to see him looking calm as if merely discussing the weather, and this statement was definitely not made on a whim—within those seemingly calm words lay a force that only such close distance could allow Shang Ruyi to perceive: a murderous intent!

The events of that night had not been discussed much over these two days, but Shang Ruyi hadn’t forgotten, and she believed Yu Wenye hadn’t either.

What exactly was in that wine cup that fell outside the grand hall?

That night, if Shang Ruyi hadn’t come, if she hadn’t snatched that cup of wine as Princess Qin, if she hadn’t originally intended to feign illness, and coincidentally encountered her own labor—if Yu Wenye had indeed drunk that wine, what would have been the result?

This unthinkable outcome ignited the murderous intent within Yu Wenye.

After a moment of silence, Shang Ruyi softly said, "Then let’s wait until that day comes before speaking of it."

Yu Wenye gazed at her, the murderous intent in his eyes slowly fading away, replaced by an unimaginable softness and tenderness. After a while, he smiled and reached out to rub her earlobe.

Shang Ruyi said, "Then shall we—"

Before she could finish, Yu Wenye had already picked up the conversation: "Doctor Su has repeatedly advised that you should avoid the wind and cold this month. I’ve inquired, it’s still windy this morning, but it should calm down this afternoon. I’ve arranged for a cover, and when the weather clears up, we’ll head back."

Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi immediately gave him a piercing gaze.

So, he had already prepared everything earlier than she had imagined, yet just moments ago, he deliberately teased her with those words.

After shooting him this glance, Shang Ruyi felt a sense of relief in her heart, leaned back slowly against the bedhead, and couldn’t help but glance around, surveying the intricately carved beams above, the beautifully carved window frames on the tightly shut windows around, the broad bed beneath her—even though after giving birth she was placed on a soft mattress that was exchanged the first night, she still vaguely remembered the icy rigidity when she was laid and held on that cold, hard bed platform, the kind of penetrating chill that seeped up from beneath the bed board.

As Yu Wenye watched her glance around repeatedly, he couldn’t help but frown.

"What’s the matter, about to leave yet reluctant?"

"..."

Despite the intentional sharpness in his words, Shang Ruyi did not immediately lash back with anger. Instead, she gently shook her head, looked carefully around once more. In fact, many things had been moved here these days for her convenience during convalescence, yet one could still see the originally sparse and serene state of the inner hall. Although Yu Wenqian wasn’t fond of extravagant decorations either, his residence was equally minimalist, but his minimalism was simplicity, while Yu Wenqian’s residence’s minimalism seemed like a state of asceticism.

No, it wasn’t entirely asceticism either.

More like repression.

Even after returning to worldly matters, the most lavish place within this worldly affair, what more was there to repress?

Shang Ruyi thought again of that phrase—too much of a Buddha heart can lead to a Heart Demon.

She looked up and softly said, "The Crown Prince he..."

Already a bit displeased by her seemingly "unwilling to leave" demeanor towards this Chengqian Hall, Yu Wenye’s expression darkened further upon hearing her inquire about Yu Wenqian, not even waiting for her to finish speaking before directly getting up and moving aside. Shang Ruyi did not know why, as his temperament these past few days had been unusually good, yet at this moment, he flared like a flame ignited, although not quite furious, making it palpable that one had touched his "reverse scale."

What happened?

As she sat there somewhat bewildered, footsteps sounded from outside. Turning around, she saw Chang Wan entering with a stack of clothes.

Chang Wan paid her respects to the two within the inner hall, then walked to the bedside, placing several pieces of clothing on a small table nearby, saying, "Princess, these are as instructed by His Highness, for you to change into later. The cover is already waiting outside. We may return to Qianqiu Palace as soon as the wind dies down."

Shang Ruyi immediately nodded.

It was then she noticed among the clothes brought by Chang Wan, the bottom-most outfit seemed unfamiliar, and it was a set of men’s wear, so she asked, "Whose is this?"

"This is—"

Chang Wan paused momentarily, instinctively turning to look at Yu Wenye.

This was the outfit that had been placed beneath Shang Ruyi during her labor that night, supposedly the Crown Prince’s attire.

Even though they soon fetched blankets and other items from Qianqiu Palace, replacing the soiled items, a Crown Prince’s belongings naturally couldn’t be casually discarded, so she dutifully washed and returned it, only for Shang Ruyi to chance upon it.

Just about to respond, Yu Wenye also turned his head, casting a colder gaze upon that piece of clothing.

Not waiting for Chang Wan to speak, he coldly instructed, "Put it aside!"