Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 730 - 565 Yu Mingyue

Shang Ruyi’s face grew increasingly grim.

Although the person had been sitting in the carriage, they seemed to have noticed her sudden pallor, even a stiffness, and spoke rapidly, "You knew what would happen, so you chose to avoid harm and benefits, even if it meant hurting someone you’ve never met, breaking off an engagement to marry his brother, making him the laughingstock of the world!"

"..."

"The ’bargain’ you picked up from me, now, don’t portray yourself as so innocent."

"..."

Shang Ruyi’s face became paler, yet there was a strange redness on her cheeks, as if she’d been given a hard slap. Even though she clenched her hands tightly, trying hard to control herself, the feeling of having her secret exposed and being utterly humiliated made her tremble uncontrollably.

She couldn’t deny it.

She had a myriad of excuses, countless reasons to explain her choice—or perhaps just one reason was sufficient—she had to protect her family, those she cared for and loved most in the world, even if it meant her soul would fall into Hell, she wouldn’t regret this choice.

However, she couldn’t deny what this person said—

She protected her family, but also hurt a stranger.

Even now, facing Yu Wenqian, she felt awkward, uncomfortable. Even when he had openly and honestly said those words in Fufeng, she could not calm the guilt in her heart, and the overwhelming guilt made her unable to face him. It even gave rise to an inexplicable hostility, as if she wanted to erase him from the world to remove the blemish on her own soul.

However—

Within these conflicting emotions, Shang Ruyi understood one thing.

She took a deep breath, somewhat cleared her chaotic thoughts, then lifted her head, looking toward the silent carriage, and said, "So, you really are doing it for him."

"..."

"On this journey—the valley, the medicine in Daxing City, the poetry at the poetry competition... it was all for him?"

"Yes, and so what?"

These few words were spoken with a stiffness, yet within that stiffness was a subtle trace of gentleness, and subsequently, even her voice softened: "He saved me..."

Shang Ruyi’s gaze flickered: "Saved?"

That person said indifferently, "Indeed, thinking about it now, you should have guessed, I—was not an accidental drowning."

"...?"

Shang Ruyi frowned slightly, as if sensing something.

But before she could think deeper, the person continued, "But a suicide."

"..."

"He saved me. He saved me, also gave me the Silver Coin to go on living, then left. But to my horror, when I told the villagers who came to care for me about my background, they—they called me a demon and wanted to burn me alive!"

"..."

"These seemingly gentle and kind people, upon hearing about my background, suddenly changed, turning into beasts wanting to tie me to a pyre and burn me alive!"

"...!"

Shang Ruyi’s pupils contracted sharply.

Her experience, it seemed similar to the story Jiang Yu told halfway up Masa Rock Temple...

The person continued, "It was him, uneasy about me, coming back to check, that saved me. If not for him, I’d be dead by now!"

"..."

"But such a gentle, kind person—so, how could I not protect him, not help him?"

"..."

"How could I not clear out all adversities against him—including those who betrayed him!"

Upon hearing her last words, Shang Ruyi’s brow immediately knotted into a tangle.

She coldly stared ahead, her eyes gloomily said, "So, you are determined to be our enemy?"

The person laughed coldly again, and with this laugh, restored a confidence of everything being in control and an arrogance of looking down on ants. The laugh seemed to make the curtains on the carriage window sway lightly, as if the person inside was laughing heartily, almost breathless.

After a while, she slightly caught her breath and said, "You’ve come this far and still aren’t clear-minded?"

"..."

"Even if the two brothers—had a bond of kinship, with all that we know, do we still need that fig leaf?"

"..."

"We are already at a point of life and death struggle!"

"...!"

Shang Ruyi abruptly clenched her fist.

This person was speaking the truth.

In fact, when she learned Yu Wenquan took Daxing City, moreover through Yu Wenqian, taking Daxing City without bloodshed, she should have realized in her heart, Grand Ancestor—was destined to ascend the throne, and then his two sons, one with distinguished war merits, the other just accomplishing supreme feats, were bound to fight to the death for that crucial position!

But—

At this thought, the darkness in Shang Ruyi’s eyes deepened. She lowered her voice, almost to a whisper that only the two could hear and understand, and said, "If that’s the case, then why do you insist on helping him?"

"..."

"Everything I know is because of you, so you should understand better. Helping him now, isn’t that—"

At that moment, Shang Ruyi clearly sensed the person taking a deep breath.

Unsure if she was smug or bluffing, after a long silence, she laughed coldly and said, "Man conquers heaven."

"..."

"To me, you are just uncivilized savages."

"..."

"I don’t believe I won’t defeat you!"

Shang Ruyi’s face darkened, not just slightly jolted by the person’s almost arrogant confidence, but also with a hint of pain. Although until now, they indeed had been pressed step by step to the brink of defeat, she still coldly said, "Kind words warm three winters, harsh words chill June. Perhaps you are indeed an extraordinary person, but it’s better to leave yourself some dignity."

"..."

"Even if not for yourself, at least spare Miss Yu some dignity."

"..."

"After all, her mother named her with hopes of Ming Yue."

The other’s breathing paused again: "So, you’ve even investigated my name?"

Shang Ruyi smiled faintly and said, "Having probed your background, the name wasn’t too hard. Moreover, your subordinates revealed that purse more than once—the embroidery should be of a moon; coupled with your alias ’Guanghan Guest,’ it was hard not to infer."

Saying so, Shang Ruyi looked ahead: "Miss Yu Mingyue."

As soon as the words fell, a moon-white skirt fluttered gently, as if blown into the world by the breeze, a pair of feet, clad in embroidered shoes, gracefully leaped out from the carriage.