Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 724 - 561 Leaving the City_2

Before she could finish speaking, Shang Ruyi turned back and glared at her.

Tushere, silenced by her glare, instinctively closed her mouth, though her eyes couldn’t hide their curiosity, constantly flickering. Watching her eager expression, Shang Ruyi shook her head helplessly, and said, "Then tell me why?"

Tushere shook her head.

But after shaking her head, she thought for a moment and said softly, "Ban Yan Temple, after Miss got married, Madam Guan passed away and was sent to Ban Yan Temple."

"..."

"Also, Miss and Young Madam went to Ban Yan Temple to offer sacrifices later."

"..."

"But what does this have to do with that Yu named person?"

Shang Ruyi looked at her, with a hint of a smile, and said, "Is that all you remember?"

Tushere blinked again, her eyes grew more perplexed, then looked at the ceiling and gnawed on her finger for a while, saying, "I really can’t remember."

Wo Xue, who was beside her, also whispered, "Yes, Young Madam, after we returned to Luoyang, haven’t we only gone those few times?"

Shang Ruyi looked at her, then at Tushere, who was still straining to remember, shook her head with a wry smile and was about to say something when footsteps sounded again from outside. The waiter led a group of people to the second floor, opened the door of the next private room, and ushered them in.

It seemed they were there to see the bustle.

By this time, there was already a fair amount of noise in the tavern above and below, but everyone’s attention was focused on Mingde Gate below. When Shang Ruyi looked down again, the Imperial Guard at the gate had completed all preparations, and several familiar figures appeared at the city gate.

Leading them was the Chief Imperial Doctor, Lin Shian.

Behind him were other Medical Supervisors and Medical Directors. Among them, Shang Ruyi spotted Wu Huanzhi and others.

It was clear they had received orders from Duke Sheng, and unlike their usual plain attire from Yanzuo Square and Changle Square, they were all dressed in official uniforms, slowly walking to the pavilion outside the city gate and sitting down one by one under the arrangement of the Left Brave Guard Army.

Once they settled, the Left Brave Guard Army began to drive away some onlookers standing by the street.

Soon, there was hardly anyone left on this street.

Then a group of people began to run to the side, faintly hearing a burst of people’s voices coming from their direction, and after about a quarter of an hour, a series of heavy footsteps gradually emerged.

Shang Ruyi leaned towards the window to look; it was those three hundred and twenty-one recovered patients, slowly approaching Mingde Gate under the leadership of a team of imperial guards.

These people had endured ten days of illness and pain, each looking pale and thin, with haggard expressions. But at this moment, their bodies had recovered, and as they walked onto the street, raising their heads to see the city gate ahead, which led to their homes, smiles of joy appeared on their faces.

Such vitality made this group of people, looking grim and desolate, like dolls, immediately come to life.

Instinctively, they quickened their pace, reaching the city gate in no time.

At this time, a person stepped out from the crowd.

From the start, Shang Ruyi’s gaze was fixed on him. Although the long street was now crowded with people, his slender figure and graceful demeanor stood out clearly, even with a veil still covering his face, those bright eyes were enough to identify him.

It was Yu Wenqian.

He walked to the front of the line, said a few words to those patients, although the distance was still a bit far and what he said was unclear, but immediately all those patients nodded repeatedly, then queued up and started walking towards the pavilion one by one.

The first in the line was a middle-aged woman.

She wore a gray cloth skirt, holding a small booklet, her complexion looking somewhat dull, but her eyes were extraordinarily bright and stepped forward with great anticipation, knelt at the first low table.

Behind the low table was the Medical Supervisor from the Imperial Medical Bureau, Wu Huanzhi.

He courteously invited the woman to put her hand on the table, took her pulse, asked the woman to open her mouth, checked her tongue, and flipped her eyelids.

Finally, he took the booklet from the woman’s hand, drew a horizontal line on it, and made a gesture inviting her to proceed.

The woman immediately beamed, nodded eagerly in thanks, took back the booklet, stood up, bowed to Wu Huanzhi, and went to sit at the next low table, where a Medical Director was seated, just like Wu Huanzhi, giving a pulse diagnosis, examining eyelids and tongue, after completing all checks, he took the booklet, added a vertical line under Wu Huanzhi’s horizontal line, then raised his hand to signal the woman to move forward.