Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1120 - 808: Alas, Elder Brother Remains Unchanged

Yu Wenqian silently stared at Yu Wenye, neither of them uttering a word. Although it was quiet, there was an overwhelming feeling of tension in their exchanged glances. Even the people outside the mourning hall fell silent, tensely watching the two men inside, unsure if they were merely peacefully confronting each other or if an undercurrent of confrontation was brewing.It felt as if the arrow was drawn but not yet released, ready to lose its target.

Just as everyone was holding their breath, seemingly waiting for a certain moment to arrive, Yu Wenqian suddenly gave a faint smile and said, "The one who understands me is my second brother."

"..."

"So many years have passed, yet second brother’s sharp gaze hasn’t changed one bit."

"Indeed, so many years have passed,"

Yu Wenye said, his gaze on Yu Wenqian deeper than ever before, as if it penetrated through the years and the unspeakable depths of time, looking at Yu Wenqian: "Yet, alas, elder brother hasn’t changed either."

The surrounding atmosphere grew even quieter, but Shang Ruyi couldn’t help furrowing her brows.

Hasn’t changed... what does it mean?

She vaguely felt that their words were full of insinuations, hinting at something specific between them, something that couldn’t be disclosed to outsiders.

As expected, after hearing Yu Wenye’s words, a light flickered in Yu Wenqian’s eyes as if the ice that had been frozen over in his eyes finally shattered. However, as the ice cracked, it did not reveal a spring bloom but rather a deeper and unfathomable cold abyss underneath.

He gave a faint smile and said, "Yes, I still haven’t changed."

"..."

"Perhaps from the very beginning, I shouldn’t have thought of changing anything, otherwise——"

As he spoke, his eyes momentarily darkened, as if he glanced behind Yu Wenye, but the flash of his gaze was so fleeting that even Shang Ruyi couldn’t capture it, nor could she discern who he was looking at in that instant. Then she heard him say faintly, "How could what belongs to me ever be lost?"

This time, Yu Wenye’s face revealed a clear expression, frowning sharply, his eyes ice-cold.

Having been raised in the army, with many years of experience on the battlefield, he was second to none in terms of martial prowess. His very presence exuded an aura of authority, such that even the slightest displeasure emanating from him felt like an invisible threat and oppression. The immediate vicinity sensed an enormous, intangible weight pressing down, causing their breathing and heartbeat to pause for a moment.

Just as everyone was at a loss, and even Shang Ruyi felt a bit surprised, a sudden commotion arose outside.

At this time, why is it so noisy?

People instinctively turned their heads to look outside and saw the courtyard on the other side of the wall bustling with noise and blurred figures hustling around. Shortly after, the Dong Family’s doorkeeper entered, his face in panic, announcing, "Prince Qi, His Highness has arrived!"

"What!?"

As soon as they heard this, not only were the Dong Family members deeply shocked, but the guests who had come to pay their respects were also equally surprised. Even Yu Wenqian and Yu Wenye retracted their cold gazes, showing a hint of astonishment. Yu Wenye immediately turned his head to exchange a glance with Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan, both of whom frowned and shook their heads softly.

Shang Ruyi’s thoughts became even more chaotic.

King Qi? Yu Wencheng?

Wasn’t he supposed to be with Shen Tu Tai, attacking Song and Xu States? Now that the two cities have been captured, they should be stationed there, and the court hasn’t issued any orders for him to return. Why has he suddenly come back?

Could there be a mistake?

As these thoughts raced through Shang Ruyi’s mind, the unusual noise outside grew closer, and then a familiar figure boldly entered from outside.

Having been apart for several months, the young man’s appearance remained largely unchanged: tall, dressed lavishly, arrogant, and with a domineering aura. Although he was there to pay respects at the Duke Mansion, his demeanor was anything but humble or reverent, exuding rather a tone as if he had come to cause trouble. Accompanying him, the Dong Family servants appeared flustered and deferential, obsequiously speaking in whispers, as if fearing to provoke this ’lord.’

This person was none other than the Dasheng Dynasty’s Prince Qi, Yu Wencheng.

He really has returned!

Just seeing his figure caused a tumult in Shang Ruyi’s heart. Instinctively, she turned to take a glance at Shen Wuzheng and the others, who wore expressions of weighty seriousness and slight unease. Despite being born of the same mother as Yu Wenye, the two brothers seemed to be natural enemies. Despite Yu Wenye’s efforts to teach him or Shang Ruyi’s kindness, there was never a hint of familial warmth from Yu Wencheng. Instead, there seemed to be an enmity similar to that between foes.

His return was surely going to add complexity to an already intricate and treacherous political court, amplifying its unpredictable impact.

Though surprised, neither Shang Ruyi nor the others showed much change in expression. After a slight frown, they quickly adjusted their emotions, ready for a potential confrontation. As Yu Wencheng strode into the mourning hall, he immediately lifted his head to Yu Wenqian, exclaiming, "Imperial Brother!"

His action caused yet another wave of surprise among the crowd.

This time, it wasn’t his sudden appearance that was surprising — it was the fact that his face was wrapped in bandages!

The bandages wound around his entire forehead, one section slightly covering part of his eyebrow and temple. Near the temple, a tinge of blood could even be seen seeping through the bandage.

He was injured!?

Upon seeing him this way, Yu Wenqian’s previously cold gaze immediately frowned, as though a ghost suddenly returning to the world of the living, reanimating some life into him as he strode towards Yu Wencheng: "Third brother, what’s going on with you?"

Meeting his intense gaze, Yu Wencheng merely smiled coldly.

He reached to touch the edge of his temple, the motion like a knife slicing down, then replied coolly, "It’s nothing, just a minor hit."

Yu Wenqian frowned deeply.

At this moment, Yu Wenye stepped forward, gravely asking, "Third brother, why have you returned?"

Upon hearing his voice, a cold glint flashed in Yu Wencheng’s eyes. He sneered, slowly turning to face Yu Wenye, "As expected, the first thing second brother asks is about this."

Yu Wenye replied with a grave expression, "You serve the military, without orders, you shouldn’t return without authorization."

"Shouldn’t I have returned?"

Yu Wencheng repeated his words, again reaching to touch the edge of his temple, then replied coldly, "I was injured, and upon hearing about the Duke—of course, I had to return."

"..."

"Does second brother not want to know how I got injured?"