Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

The next day, the army set out.

The weather on this day was exceptionally good, the sky clear and the air fresh. Unlike the last time she bid farewell to King Qi from the city walls, Shang Ruyi personally escorted the troops to the city gate. The expedition team was already formed up neatly, and with the warhorses neighing around her, the banners fluttering loudly in the wind, the grandeur of the scene made her heart race.

This scene was all too familiar.

She hadn’t been married to Yu Wenye for many years, yet she could no longer count how many times she had sent him off to war.

This morning, as she got up early, she even felt a shameful reluctance to part and a desire to hold him back, wishing that solid chest could always stay by her side, hoping those arms could forever protect her, wishing that whenever she turned, she could see that handsome, reassuring face.

But now, Yu Wenye stood at the front of the formation, clad in Bright Armor. Heaven seemed to shower him with a focused favor, casting all the sunlight onto him. He stood like a striking figure, majestic and imposing, almost as if he were glowing!

This man was destined to have ambitions that spanned the world.

Those hands were destined to create more miracles and build a future full of radiance.

What reason could she possibly have to insist on keeping him by her side?

With these thoughts swirling in her head, both excitement and a tinge of sadness mingled within her. Just as Shang Ruyi was struggling with her emotions, she suddenly sensed a flash before her eyes, and then a pair of familiar hands, carrying familiar warmth, tightly clasped hers.

"...!"

Shang Ruyi’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked up, meeting those stern eyes.

Before mounting his horse to depart, Yu Wenye had walked up to her, holding the slender hands that had clung to his shoulder all night. He gave her fingertips a light squeeze and said in a deep voice, "Wait for my return."

Shang Ruyi nodded: "Mm."

"Don’t wander off."

"Where could I possibly run off to?"

Shang Ruyi glared at him with a bit of exasperation. As Princess Qin, without the Emperor’s permission or King Qin’s company, she couldn’t leave the palace freely. But Yu Wenye didn’t seem to think he was being excessive. Instead, he gazed seriously into her eyes: "You know what I mean!"

"..."

Shang Ruyi’s heart skipped once more.

Indeed, this wasn’t her first time sending him off, and in the past, she had chased after him on his expeditions for various reasons, encountering great difficulties and dangers, even near-death experiences.

His words served as a warning to her.

Shang Ruyi sighed inwardly and replied, "I know already!"

Saying this, she turned to look back: "With Yuan Qian here, how could I, as a mother, possibly run off?"

Yu Wenye also lifted his gaze, looking at Little Yuan Qian who was tightly held in Tushere’s arms. The child was staring wide-eyed at the surrounding warriors, the fierce battle steeds, and the high-flying banners in wonder and unfamiliarity. Rather than being scared, after his initial bewilderment, he quickly grew excited, bouncing energetically in Tushere’s arms, who had to hold him tightly while making soothing noises.

Ordinary children seeing such a menacing scene would be too terrified to even cry, yet this child was so delighted.

Shang Ruyi murmured, "Why doesn’t he know fear?"

Yu Wenye’s lips curled slightly, "How could my son be afraid of this?"

"..."

"Let him look, let him listen, let him learn. So that one day, he can go to the battlefield, achieve success, and make a name for himself!"

Shang Ruyi’s heart skipped a beat at his words. As she felt his final squeeze on her fingers, she watched Yu Wenye let go of her, turn, and nimbly mount his horse.

Immediately, the entire formation quieted down.

Drums thundered from the city walls, and horns blared across the sky.

Yu Wenye gave one last glance back at his wife and child. Shang Ruyi had already stepped aside but still lifted her head, gazing at him against the somewhat dazzling sunlight. Their eyes met, filled with unspoken words, condensing everything into that one gaze.

Then, Yu Wenye raised his hand, pointing the whip in his hand forward: "Set out!"

The expeditionary force moved forward in a grand procession.

When the last tail of the procession was no longer in sight from the city gate, Shang Ruyi went up onto the city wall. The wind there was sharper than before, but she paid no mind as her hair was tousled. She hurriedly walked to the front to watch the long snake-like formation grow further away until it finally disappeared in the sunlight.

In that instant, her heart felt empty.

She knew that from the moment he set out, Yu Wenye’s mind and heart were solely focused on the Eastern Capital, yet she had to think far more — How should this battle be fought? Would there be danger? What trouble might Yu Wencheng stir up? Would Shen Wuzheng and they return safely?

Countless worries surged in after his figure completely disappeared, like a tide overwhelming her, leaving her momentarily breathless.

Luckily, at this moment, she heard a familiar, tender voice.

"Yiya!"

At this crisp call, Shang Ruyi immediately turned around and saw Little Yuan Qian in Tushere’s arms bouncing up and down, stretching his arms towards her, wanting to plunge into her embrace. Tushere, concerned about Shang Ruyi’s somber mood, held onto Little Yuan Qian firmly, softly coaxing: "Young Master, Young Master, don’t bounce around; you might fall."

Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "Give Yuan Qian to me."

She extended her arms and took the child.

Just then, a sharp and somewhat piercing voice sounded beside her: "Yuan Qian...?"

Shang Ruyi knew very well who was standing beside her. After all, this was a send-off for the army, and even those confined for introspection could be let out for this occasion, let alone anyone else. Yet her mind had been full of the departing army and Yu Wenye’s figure, leaving her no time to greet them. Now that she heard the voice, she could no longer avoid it. So, holding the child tighter, she turned to face the Crown Princess Consort, who stood with one hand resting on the battlement, and nodded: "Crown Princess Consort."

Yu Mingyue said nothing, just furrowed her brows, staring at her.

More precisely, she was staring at Little Yuan Qian, who had suddenly quieted down, his eyes wide open, gazing at the person before him.

Behind her stood another tall figure, yet now, under the sunlight, he lacked the ethereal aura of clouds he once had, replaced by a somber aura that seemed impervious even to the sun. The only brightness remaining was in the near-transparent pupils of his eyes.

At this moment, he too was looking at them.

It was uncertain whether he was looking at Shang Ruyi or at Little Yuan Qian.

Shang Ruyi quickly bowed, "Crown Prince."

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