Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Shang Ruyi truly felt that in this cool weather, there was a hidden chill.

Yu Wencheng’s question was extremely tricky—if she said it was not serious, he could naturally request Yu Wenquan for an order to lead troops to the Eastern Capital, a situation they absolutely did not want to see.

Moreover, as the second sister-in-law in such a complex environment, no matter what kind of injury Yu Wencheng suffered, she couldn’t say it wasn’t serious; especially since now he was hurt on the brow, which pricked the sensitive spot in Yu Wenquan’s heart, and if she responded lightly, she might offend the Emperor.

However, if she said it was serious—

Yu Wencheng’s injury happened at Xingluo Granary, and although Shang Ruyi wiped away this matter with a few words at Duke Shenwu’s mourning hall, if one were to count carefully, Yu Wencheng returning to Chang An without permission is a crime, but the fact that Yan Buuai hurt Prince Qi is a huge crime in itself. Furthermore, Yan Buuai was guarding Xingluo Granary under Yu Wenye’s orders, so ultimately, this guilt might fall on Yu Wenye.

Then it would truly be a case of sibling discord and brotherly walls!

Yu Wencheng’s question to her was like how she spoke to him at Duke Shenwu’s mourning hall before. No matter how the other party responded, there was an excuse that left him no retreat. Only this time, she was facing this dilemma.

For a moment, even the quick-witted Shang Ruyi couldn’t respond, only looking at the scar on Yu Wencheng’s brow with a complicated expression.

Yu Wencheng took another step forward, "Second sister-in-law, what do you say?"

"..."

Shang Ruyi secretly clenched her fists.

At this moment, like a sound from heaven, a bright and cheerful laugh rang out suddenly beside her. Shang Ruyi hurriedly turned her head, only to see a small hand reaching out from the swaddling clothes, grabbing Yu Wenquan’s beard, who had been intently listening and unprepared.

Yu Wenquan was also taken aback, exclaiming, "Ouch!"

And the child in the swaddling cloth seemed very happy, grasping the beard without letting go, laughing incessantly, while Yu Wenquan was momentarily at a loss, being pulled down repeatedly by the small hand. Shang Ruyi was instantly flustered, hurriedly stepping forward to catch the child’s hand, gently patting it twice while saying, "You, let go, let go of your grandpa, let go!"

Of course, she didn’t dare to use real force, after all, the child was so small, and his fist wasn’t that tight.

But after those two pats, the child didn’t feel pain, instead, he thought the adult was playing with him, and held on tighter to the beard, grinning at them.

Shang Ruyi broke out in a cold sweat.

At this time, Yu Wenquan finally came to his senses, and he wasn’t angry, instead, he burst out laughing, waving at Shang Ruyi, "It’s alright, it’s alright."

Shang Ruyi didn’t dare to move for a moment, just stood aside, watching Yu Wenquan with a broad smile.

This Emperor, while laughing, leaned toward the child’s strength, his face full of affection and kindness, making him look a bit unlike the Yu Wenquan of the past who fought on battlefields and built many Capital heads, as if he was a different person. After laughing for a while, he lowered his head and pricked the child with the stubble on his cheek, and with a small grunt from the swaddling cloth, the little hand finally let go.

Shang Ruyi hurriedly said, "Father, it’s because of my ineffective teachings—"

Before she finished, Yu Wenquan glared at her and said, "Such a little child, what is there to teach? He is playing with me."

Then, he looked down at the child in the swaddling cloth who was pouting unsatisfied from the prick, mumbling without crying or making a fuss, smiled and said, "Little rascal, such a small one with quite a strength, like your father."

Shang Ruyi’s heart was moved.

But she didn’t immediately say anything, just turned to glance at Eunuch Yu, who had quickly entered Liubu Pavilion amidst the chaos. At this moment, Eunuch Yu hurriedly stepped forward and offered a handkerchief to Yu Wenquan, with a laugh, "Oh, people indulge grandchildren, His Majesty is indulged by one full of drool."

Yu Wenquan laughed and said, "The same, no difference, no difference."

With that, he handed the swaddling cloth back to Shang Ruyi, and then took the handkerchief to wipe his face, while wiping and laughing, "This child looks good, not even a month old, already so chubby, even more handsome than his father when he was little."

Shang Ruyi’s gaze flickered again.

This seemed to be the first time Yu Wenquan mentioned Yu Wenye’s childhood.

She remembered, Mrs. Dong married Yu Wenquan during the hardest time of his life, and after giving birth to the eldest son, she passed away. At that time, Yu Wenquan was ambitious and busy with big matters, so Yu Wenqian was almost raised by Aunt Hui, naturally lacking this current scene of parental indulgence; but Yu Wenye was different, when he was born, Yu Wenquan’s position was already consolidated, and with Madam Guan alive, Yu Wenquan did experience this affectionate period with him.

And this difference in attachment was the reason for his particularly complex emotions towards these two children.

Thinking of this, she deliberately smiled and said, "I thought Feng Chen would have been very handsome when he was little."

Yu Wenquan’s eyes flashed with a nearly tender expression, his tone softened quite a bit, "Of course he was handsome, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten that nickname. Just—"

Saying this, he suddenly seemed to come back to his senses, looking at Shang Ruyi and then at Yu Wencheng, his gaze finally fell on the child wriggling in the swaddling cloth, suddenly he covered his forehead and sighed, "I am indeed muddled, he’s almost a month old, and hasn’t got a name yet."

Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "Father, you have so many national affairs to worry about every day, a child’s name, it’s not urgent."

Yu Wenquan said, "As for the proper name, we can discuss it when he turns a month. As for his nickname—"

With that, he stood up and walked to Shang Ruyi, then lowered his head to look at the child in the swaddling cloth, his round face exuded a milky fragrance, perhaps because he came closer, the child became excited again, staring with his big black eyes and reaching out toward him as if wanting to pull his beard. Yu Wenquan smiled and said, "Let’s call him Yuanyuan!"

Shang Ruyi’s heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t immediately speak, just glanced at Eunuch Yu again, and coincidentally at this moment, the child in the swaddling cloth let out a cooing sound, whether it was laughing or fussing, but the milky sound softened people’s hearts. Eunuch Yu covered his mouth beside laughing, "His Majesty gave him such a name, the Young Master is getting restless."

Yu Wenquan also laughed.

While laughing, he said, "A nickname shouldn’t be too heavy."

On the side, Yu Wencheng immediately darkened his face.