Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 747 - 577: Vast World, Little Love

Shang Ruyi was silent for a moment, looked at him, and softly said, "But I think—you are not someone who easily admits defeat."

"..."

Yu Wenye’s hand paused.

After a moment of silence, he put down the wooden comb, his large yet steady palm gently brushed over that piece of black and shiny, silky smooth long hair, and then he calmly said, "It’s time to rest now."

Feeling her own long hair sliding off his hand like water, then heavily falling down, that sensation of it dropping also brought Shang Ruyi a bit more clarity.

She softly said, "Oh."

So, the two of them said nothing further and went to bed early. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The night passed quietly like this.

Perhaps due to worrying about Pei Xingyuan, or because of some tangled and restless thoughts, the next morning, Shang Ruyi woke up later than usual, but it was just barely dawn. And as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Yu Wenye already wiping sweat, backhand gripping a sword and pushing the door to come in from outside, clearly having gotten up early to practice swordsmanship and just finished.

This was his usual habit; if there was an impending battle, the sword practice would be longer.

As he wiped his sweat and walked into the room, he looked up and saw Shang Ruyi sitting at the bedside, her soft long hair draped over her shoulders like black satin, making her skin seem even fairer like snow, her eyes as bright as stars, and because she had just woken up, her gaze held a few lazy hints.

Yu Wenye’s breath slightly deepened.

These days—due to the plague and several other matters, both had heavy responsibilities, and even though they slept next to each other, it had been a long time without intimacy. Sometimes, he would take advantage of the deep night, when the person beside him was sleeping soundly, lightly kiss her on the corner of her lips, seeking a moment of peace and sweetness, nothing more than that.

Today, it seems they’re nearing their limit.

But he showed no change in his expression, only lowered his head to place the long sword to the side, then said, "You’re awake."

"Mm."

Shang Ruyi immediately got out of bed, and Tushere and the others brought hot water and towels with green salt to serve the two as they washed up, and after dressing neatly, they sat down together to have a meal.

Today’s breakfast was still the same as usual—plain porridge and a few side dishes.

Just as Yu Wenye sat down, Wo Xue hurriedly walked in from outside, saluted them, and said, "Second Young Master, Young Madam."

Yu Wenye asked, "What is it?"

"Mr. Pei has arrived."

"..."

Yu Wenye hadn’t had the chance to say anything when Shang Ruyi already widened her eyes: "What?"

Wo Xue smiled wryly, "Mr. Pei has come, and he also brought Young Master Shen along."

"..."

The two of them were momentarily stunned, then exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding something. Yu Wenye shook his head and said helplessly, "Invite them in."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Wo Xue quickly turned and went out.

At this moment, Shang Ruyi also regained her composure, chuckled lightly, and soon, they heard a series of footsteps approaching. Even before the person entered, the familiar, lively voice had already filled the room—

"Ah, we have arrived."

Looking up, sure enough, it was Pei Xingyuan, dressed in an elegant moon-white long robe, impeccably attired, charming and dashing, with only a hint of bloodshot in his eyes showing his lack of good sleep last night; while one hand still clutched onto Shen Wuzheng’s sleeve, forcibly pulling the person inside.

Shen Wuzheng had a face of helplessness, his sleeve nearly tearing from his shoulder, yet unable to break free, watching Pei Xingyuan swaggering in, just shaking his head.

Upon seeing them, Shang Ruyi immediately stood up: "Brother, Mr. Pei."

Pei Xingyuan grinned and said, "Feng Chen, Ruyi, sorry to disturb."

After speaking, he sat down without waiting for a response, and even forcibly dragged Shen Wuzheng to sit beside him, then merrily said, "What porridge are we having today?"

Shang Ruyi recalled that last time he also came early in the morning, saying he was punishing himself, yet directly picked up a bowl of porridge and started slurping it down, more at ease than they, the hosts, were, so she just smiled and said, "Only white porridge. Mr. Pei might not be used to it, She’er, go ask the kitchen to prepare a couple more side dishes."

Tushere smiled in response and turned to run out.

Pei Xingyuan laughed and said, "Ruyi, you’re still the best, so considerate."

Shen Wuzheng sat on the side, face darkened, and said, "Can’t you have a bit of the noble son’s demeanor?"

Pei Xingyuan chuckled and said, "A true gentleman doesn’t fuss over trifles; I’ve never been one to stick to conventions."

Shen Wuzheng only shook his head.

He was born into a noble family and studied under the great Confucian Li Tong, so he naturally paid great attention to the distinction between host and guest, and understood the difference between intimacy and formality. Before, when Pei Xingyuan dragged him over in the early morning, he refused to come until Pei Xingyuan arrived at the door, only coming today because Pei Xingyuan forcibly dragged him along.