Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

At that moment, the outside suddenly became noisy again.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Upon hearing this announcement, the entire Crown Prince Mansion first fell silent, then erupted into chaos. Those who had been sitting and drinking tea, or engaged in conversations, all put aside what they were doing, closed their mouths, and rushed outside.

Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi exchanged a glance, both of them remaining calm and composed.

They had seen the group of little eunuchs paving the way when they left the palace and calculated that Yu Wenquan should arrive around this time. So, both of them stood up, adjusted their robes slightly, and felt an intangible pressure sweeping in from outside along with a gust of wind. The wind was brought by the people following, but the pressure came only from the towering and mighty figure at the forefront.

Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi immediately knelt and saluted, "Greetings, Father Emperor."

Next to them, Yu Wencheng also knelt in succession. There was a slight smile on Yu Wenquan’s face, but compared to the bustling, vibrant Crown Prince Mansion, his smile seemed less joyous. He simply raised his hand lightly, "Rise. Today is your Imperial Brother’s auspicious day, there’s no need for excessive ceremony."

"Yes."

Only then did everyone rise.

As soon as they stood up straight, they saw Yu Wenquan’s gaze fall on the swaddled baby in Tushere’s arms behind Shang Ruyi, and his smile deepened, "Yuanyuan is here too."

"Yes."

"He’s still so small, and there are so many people here, it’s a smoky environment."

Actually, Shang Ruyi wasn’t entirely satisfied with the nickname "Yuanyuan." Even though it’s commonly said among the people that a "simple name is easy to raise," and the more distinguished families, royal relatives, and nobility fear that children will be too pampered to grow up, so they choose simple names—like Pei Adan standing beside Yu Wenye, covering his mouth with a chuckle. However, for the Imperial Grandson, the nickname Yuanyuan seemed a bit too humble.

But when this less-than-ideal nickname was uttered from Yu Wenquan’s lips, Shang Ruyi immediately sensed the deep affection and tenderness that transcended identity, status, ability, and achievement, existing solely in familial bonds. This made the nickname seem not so bad after all.

She quickly laughed, "On the Crown Prince’s happy day, it’s natural for this little nephew to come and share in the joy and see the world."

Hearing her say this, Yu Wenquan’s face broke into a bright smile as he personally stepped forward to take the baby from Tushere’s arms. As he looked down, Yuanyuan, who had just cried at the door, with tears still on his face, suddenly began to smile. His plump little face squeezed into two round dimples, making him look very adorable.

Yu Wenquan was overjoyed, his spirited tiger eyes narrowing into slits, and he puckered his lips to make playful noises at his grandson. Yuanyuan, having slept through the journey, was energetic upon waking up, and laughed gleefully, his crisp laughter quickly filling the Crown Prince Mansion which had quieted down somewhat due to the Emperor’s arrival.

Across the way, Yu Wencheng’s expression turned sullen.

After a while, he laughed, "This little nephew is truly fortunate for he does nothing but smile and can bring delight to the Emperor."

Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi glanced at him but said nothing.

On the contrary, Yu Wenqian, who had been quietly smiling and accompanying Yu Wenquan inside, spoke up, "Third Brother, bringing joy to Father Emperor is indeed a magnificent feat."

Although he was pleased, he probably felt that spending so much time amusing his grandson was rather casual. If there were no onlookers in the palace it would be fine, but at that moment the Crown Prince Mansion was full of guests, all civil and military officials, so Yu Wenquan also had to maintain the dignity of an emperor. He gently handed the child back to Shang Ruyi and then walked to the front of the hall to sit and looked up at the sky.

"When is the ceremony to be held?"

Yu Wenqian replied, "The auspicious time is set at 7 PM, Ming Yue has already left the mansion and will arrive soon."

According to custom, the groom is supposed to head to the bride’s house with the groomsmen to pick up the bride and write a poem to hasten the dressing for the ceremony. However, since it’s the Crown Prince’s wedding—and he was still in mourning for his uncle, Duke Shenwu—it wasn’t suitable for the occasion to be too grand. Moreover, since the Emperor would attend in person, the Crown Prince couldn’t leave the Emperor to pick up his bride from the Yu Family, so all these elaborate rituals were omitted.

Upon hearing that Yu Mingyue had left the mansion, Yu Wenquan’s brows furrowed slightly, and his expression grew complex.

Ever since that banquet in Bai Fu Hall where he heard Yu Mingyue’s absurd remarks, he had not favored her. Originally, he wanted to reconsider matching her with the Crown Prince. But even though his enthusiasm waned, the thought lingered. He couldn’t deny that the Duke Wushan’s daughter was a fitting match for the Crown Prince. Despite disliking Yu Mingyue’s absurd comments, he couldn’t deny that her talents—like her compositions at the Longmen Crossing and the earlier one—appealed to him.

Regardless of his personal dislike, he couldn’t deny that she was a suitable match for the Crown Prince.

Moreover, after Duke Shenwu’s death, it was Yu Wenqian who personally raised the matter, and he had agreed. Now, he was still unsure of his feelings towards Yu Mingyue, but the matter had progressed to a point where there was no turning back.

After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "With your marriage today, one of my concerns is settled."

Yu Wenqian replied, "Indeed."

"Your marriage brings peace of mind to your mother and your uncle as well."

"..."

The smile on Yu Wenqian’s face seemed to stiffen, especially against the backdrop of his red attire, as if there was a faint flame flickering in his eyes.

But when he looked up, his face still maintained an unchanging gentle smile, and he replied with the usual warmth, "I understand, Father."

After these words, the mood seemed to grow somber again. Yu Wenquan looked around at the slightly stoic guests and suddenly smiled, "Today is the Crown Prince’s joyous day, you don’t need to be so reserved. Laugh and speak as you wish, just pretend I’m not here."

Who would dare to truly act as if he weren’t there?

But since the Emperor had spoken, remaining silent would be disobedient, so everyone forced some laughter and jokes, allowing the atmosphere to become slightly more lively.

Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi returned to their seats. However, when Yu Wenye turned back, he found that only Pei Xingyuan was by his side, and Shen Wuzheng was nowhere to be seen. He immediately looked around and watched as that elegant figure walked in from outside the hall, returning to his side.

This was the Crown Prince’s mansion, so Shen Wuzheng shouldn’t be wandering around at will.

Yu Wenye whispered, "Where did you go?"