Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 736 - 569: Miss Ming Yue, Is There Someone in Your Heart?_2

Chapter 736: Chapter 569: Miss Ming Yue, Is There Someone in Your Heart?_2

Yu Mingyue bowed her head, a subtle smile forming at the corner of her cherry-red lips: "Yes."

Yu Wenquan suddenly said, "Then Guanghan Guest is—"

Yu Mingyue softly replied, "Ming Yue is unworthy, using Guanghan as my name."

"So it was you,"

Yu Wenquan took a deep breath, his dark face revealing a hint of delight, and he said with a smile: "Qinghai Long Cloud Dark Snow Mountain, Gul City Overlooking Yumen Pass. Huangsha Hundred Battles Wear Golden Armor, not breaking Loulan, will never return. This poem is well-written, with the soldiers united and the army determined. Sweeping across the land, invincible, I originally thought the writer of this poem must be a man, yet unexpectedly, a woman’s spirit is not inferior to a man’s!"

Yu Mingyue was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately bowed deeply: "Thank you, Grand Chancellor!"

Her smile hadn’t yet faded when Yu Wenquan suddenly continued, "However, despite your worries, why did you buy all the medicine in the Guanzhong Region?"

"...!"

Yu Mingyue’s lips stiffened slightly, seemingly at a loss for words.

At this point, even Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Perhaps others didn’t understand, and even though they were considered familiar with Yu Wenquan as juniors, they couldn’t fully grasp his intentions and actions. His praise for someone doesn’t hinder his suspicion, similarly, allowing subordinates to act freely doesn’t mean he’s completely hands-off.

He possesses an invisible control over people and matters that can only be truly perceived by those he’s controlling when he fully retracts his hand.

Yet, Yu Mingyue is also a shrewd individual.

She took a deep breath, quickly gathered her thoughts, and gently explained: "Because the epidemic will affect the entire Guanzhong and the court, and medicine is crucial for treating the disease."

"..."

"If these herbs were left in various clinics and pharmacies, when the epidemic breaks out, people would inevitably raise prices. According to the law of supply and demand—"

Yu Wenquan was stunned: "Supply and demand, what?"

These four evidently unfamiliar words sparked astonishment in everyone within the hall—except for Yu Wenqian, even Shang Ruyi, who was somewhat prepared internally, furrowed her brow slightly.

Yu Mingyue composed herself and quickly smiled: "No, it was a slip of the tongue."

"..."

"What I meant was, items related to the national economy and people’s livelihood, if controlled by others during an epidemic, prices will inevitably surge. Ordinary citizens face life worries while being forced to buy costly lifesaving drugs, inevitably breeding resentment; and resentment can affect the court’s rule."

"..."

"So, Mingyue would rather spend a fortune to buy all the medicines now. If the epidemic does not occur, all will remain peaceful. If an epidemic does break out, Mingyue can treat the citizens, alleviating worries for the court and the Grand Chancellor."

"..."

After her speech, Chengqing Hall fell silent.

Shang Ruyi was almost breathless.

She certainly knew that Yu Mingyue was no ordinary person—just the bit of information she gained from her was enough for her and her entire family to benefit; yet she didn’t anticipate, even knowing her true motives, that she could express it so grandly.

Yu Wenye slightly lifted his head, his deep and stern eyes gazing at Yu Mingyue, with a gradually condensing coldness in his gaze.

Upon hearing Yu Mingyue’s words, Yu Wenquan also fell into silence, observing her for a while, suddenly seemed reminded of something, chuckled: "This moment reminds me of the first time at the Shen Family when I met Ruyi."

"...?!"

Shang Ruyi was startled.

But she quickly understood, subsequently feeling deep admiration for Yu Wenquan’s hunter-like perception.

The moment one first meets—she believed Yu Mingyue felt the same way she did the first time she met Yu Wenquan at the Shen Family. Even if she was aware, she might be familiar internally, but upon unexpectedly meeting someone capable of changing the world, about to become a supreme figure, it’s impossible not to feel overwhelming respect, regardless of arrogance or exuberance.

At that moment, she even blurted the words "Grand Ancestor" directly.

In comparison, Yu Mingyue indeed appeared much more composed.

Moreover, her subsequent responses flowed more smoothly and elegantly than hers back then; after all, Yu Mingyue accomplished practical deeds, unlike her empty words of praise "Divine Bow shakes Dragon Gate, constructs corpses into Capital," Yu Mingyue was evidently more "useful."

Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi took a deep breath, smiling, she said: "Ruyi was immature back then, making father laugh."

Yu Wenquan laughed, waved his hand: "We’re family, what’s there to laugh about?"

After saying that, he glanced at Yu Mingyue again, carefully evaluating her, with satisfaction mingling with other thoughts, after a moment, he addressed Yu Dingxing: "Lord Yu."

"Here, Your Excellency."

"I heard before, you have another daughter?"

"Yes, my young daughter, Bright Pearl."

"I heard she’s already promised to someone, the eldest son of Governor Su Ji of Kuo State, is that right?"

"Yes. Unexpectedly, my young daughter’s marriage even draws your attention, Grand Chancellor."

"No, it’s just that being a father myself, I worry about my children’s marriages. Since Miss Mingzhu is already promised, why hasn’t the marriage been completed yet?"

Hearing this, a sharp gleam flashed in Yu Dingxing’s deep-set eyes.

But his face remained consistently calm, with a faintly flattering smile, as he gently bowed his head and said: "Although Mingzhu is promised, Ming Yue has not yet married, she is the younger sister, naturally it’s inappropriate to bypass Ming Yue."

"I see."

Yu Wenquan nodded, smiled: "Well then, Miss Ming Yue, is there already a match?"

In an instant, the entire Chengqing Hall quieted down, everyone seemingly holding their breath, only the heavy and urgent breathing of one person was unexpectedly prominent in such silence.

Shang Ruyi instinctively raised her head.

That breathing, even the heartbeat, was unmistakable for her—not someone else, but Yu Wenqian, standing just one or two steps away from her.

He bowed his head, his lips pressed into a line.

His face showed unexpected paleness.

At this moment, even while desperately suppressing his inner agitation, when Yu Dingxing spoke, his voice was slightly uncontrollably trembling. He solemnly said: "My daughter is not yet promised."