Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 754 - 582: You, Don’t Mind?

Shang Ruyi nodded.

She glanced out the window at the sky; actually, it wasn’t too late yet, the sun had just begun to sink in the west, and there was still some time before it would be dark, only—

She said, "It’s still a bit far to go from here to Dayan Temple. You should go early and return early."

Yu Wenye’s eyes darkened a few shades, gazing at her intently: "You know I’m going to Dayan Temple, but you—are you staying here?"

At that moment, Shang Ruyi began to understand a bit: "Do you want me to go with you?"

Yu Wenye said expressionlessly, "Yes."

Shang Ruyi looked at him: "You don’t mind?"

"..."

Yu Wenye was silent for a while, then said, "That question, I should be the one asking you."

"..."

For a moment, Shang Ruyi was a bit dazed.

In fact, she had never forgotten that before the plague appeared, no, before the comet manifested and brought forth the prophecy, Empress Dowager Jiang had already gone to Dayan Temple for fasting and prayer. As Yu Wenquan sealed off Daxing City and the various markets, the Empress Dowager naturally remained in Dayan Temple, unable to return to the palace.

It’s been more than half a month.

And in these more than two weeks, Yu Wenye had always been busy with important matters, but Shang Ruyi understood that he must have been somewhat worried about the Empress Dowager.

So today, the day when the plague was finally eradicated, he had finished handling the other affairs in the palace and returned home early, changing into a clean and elegant attire to welcome Empress Dowager Jiang back to the palace. And at such a time, Shang Ruyi instinctively felt that she shouldn’t intrude.

It wasn’t that she didn’t mind.

But rather, she couldn’t bear to mind.

Even in her own heart, she still reserved a space for Chu Yang, unrelated to romance, just a longing for that person; let alone the feelings buried deep since youth?

She pondered for a moment, about to say something, but before she could speak, Yu Wenye suddenly said, "I’ve told you, you don’t need to be so generous—you are not only the daughter-in-law of Duke Sheng, but also my wife, Yu Wenye’s wife!"

"..."

Almost instantly, Shang Ruyi felt as if he was a bit angry.

Strangely, why was her "generosity" making him so unhappy?

At this point, Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but think—because, it wasn’t considered wishful thinking at this point, now, the jubilation within and outside the city wasn’t just for the eradication of the plague, but also for the ushering in of a new era. For the long-suffering, weather-beaten people, a strong ruler could point them in the right direction in gloomy times and lead them toward the light.

Yu Wenquan was bound to ascend to the throne as emperor.

And thus, his son was certain to become the next successor, a successor distinct from a mere princely heir or princeling.

Therefore, even if from the beginning she had harbored displeasure or even jealousy due to Princess Xinyue, along this path, Shang Ruyi also understood long ago what she might face in the future.

Whether she minded or not, it was just a beginning.

Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi looked up at him: "If I say I—mind, what will you do?"

Almost instantly, although Yu Wenye’s facial expression didn’t change, Shang Ruyi clearly saw his eyes light up, illuminated by the golden glow of the sunset, though only for a moment, as it reverted back to its usual sternness.

He suddenly said, "Then you should go down first."

"Hmm?"

Shang Ruyi was taken aback as Yu Wenye lowered his head, brushed off the creased corners of his clothes from sitting in the carriage, and then said, "Didn’t you have something to say to Su Qinglan? Go ahead, I’ll wait for you here."

"But—"

"Hurry up, didn’t you say Dayan Temple is far away?"

"..."

"Finish quickly and come back quickly."

"..."

Shang Ruyi was completely at a loss, not knowing why he suddenly made this decision. Clearly, she hadn’t agreed, and yet he seemed suddenly to be in a good mood.

Urged off the carriage with his few words, Shang Ruyi was still somewhat stunned, not knowing what to say, and could only watch the carriage move forward a bit, stopping at the mouth of another alley, naturally also to avoid being seen by the released patients from Changle Square and causing unnecessary trouble. Left with no choice, she headed toward Changle Square, glancing back every three steps.

Before long, the consultation for these over two hundred patients was about to conclude.

The last in line was Jiang Yu.

Unlike the other elderly people who were dispirited and somewhat pallid from being sick for a while, Jiang Yu was quite spirited, albeit with his hair grown considerably longer, and his beard a bit unkempt. He leaned on a cane with one hand while the other was supported by his tall and handsome son standing beside him.

It was Jiang Xian.

Born tall, with a sturdy build and handsome appearance, he stood out in the crowd, and Shang Ruyi’s eyes were almost immediately drawn to him. As Jiang Xian supported Jiang Yu, they finally took their seats for the consultation, at which point Jiang Xian stepped back, lowered his head, and quietly watched as the medical officers took his elderly father’s pulse.

Until the last person sat in front of Su Qinglan.

Upon seeing Jiang Yu, Su Qinglan’s smile deepened a bit. After checking his pulse, she smiled and said, "Old sir, your illness has healed and you’re in good health. However — eat less meat and drink less alcohol, and avoid walking mountain paths, as it’s not good for your knees."

Jiang Yu cheerfully pulled down his sleeve and then said, "I know, but I can’t resist."

"..."

"I might avoid mountain paths, but how can I not eat meat and drink alcohol?"

It seemed that this type of conversation had occurred multiple times between the two of them lately. Thus, hearing what he said, Su Qinglan could only smile helplessly and shake her head, then she raised her head to look behind him.

Jiang Xian stepped forward and softly said, "I’ll keep an eye on father."

Su Qinglan’s face suddenly turned red as she lowered her head.

She whispered, "Okay."

Jiang Yu then said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Su, for your care this time. I wonder when I can invite Mr. Su to my house. Although I don’t have much to offer, I can at least afford a meal."

Su Qinglan bowed her head and said, "No need."

Meanwhile, as the other medical officers had finished their diagnostics, they all got up, and people behind them started packing up their tables and chairs. Su Qinglan was about to get up as well, but at that moment, Jiang Xian suddenly stepped forward and softly said, "Come on."

"..."

Su Qinglan raised her head to look at him for a moment. Even the golden glow of the sunset couldn’t hide the blush on her face, adding a touch of charm to her initially simple face. After hesitating for a bit, she finally replied softly, "Okay."

As soon as she agreed, Jiang Yu immediately smiled.

At this moment, some of the medical officers seemed to notice what was happening here, especially Lin Shian. He felt somewhat apologetic for abandoning the seriously ill patient, while Su Qinglan took on this heavy burden alone, and was about to come over to speak with her. But he saw that handsome young man who had trespassed into Changle Square standing in front of Su Qinglan, with his head lowered, intently watching her.

His gaze was gentle and focused, seemingly oblivious to the curious eyes around him, unaware of the slight blush on Su Qinglan’s face, and earnestly asked, "When?"

People around them started talking and discussing.

Su Qinglan felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles from all the attention and could only whisper, "A few days later."

"A few days later?"

"..."

Su Qinglan’s face was already blushing up to her ears. Even Shang Ruyi, who had stopped at a distance after realizing something, saw it. She bit her lower lip and could only softly say, "Next month... the fifth, I am not on duty."

Jiang Xian immediately smiled.

He looked at Su Qinglan and said seriously, "The seventh of next month, I have to go out — for business. You must come on the fifth. If you don’t, we won’t know when we can meet again."

"...!"

Su Qinglan was taken aback and looked up at him.

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "I’ll wait for you."

After finishing, he helped Jiang Yu, who stood next to him with eyes squinted with laughter, to bow to the nearby medical officers in gratitude, then turned and walked away.

From not far away, a low, rumbling sound could be heard.

The Mingde Gate was opening!

The last batch of patients had finally fully recovered, those going home went home, those leaving the city left the city. And that sound of the city gate opening also heralded that Daxing City was finally free from the threat of the pandemic.

Immediately, the surrounding citizens cheered with joy, their jubilant shouts even overpowering the sound of the gate opening—

"It’s great!"

"It’s over, everything is over!"

"The pandemic is finally over! Goodbye, plague spirit!"

Although she hadn’t approached closely yet, merely watching from a distance those people who had just recovered from severe illness and the rejoicing citizens, Shang Ruyi also seemed to feel their happiness. Initially downcast about the matter between Su Qinglan and Pei Xingyuan that ended before it began, she immediately cheered up.

No matter what, everything, joy and sorrow, had already passed.

Thinking of this, she also began to smile at these people.

As she immersed herself in this sea of joy, not far behind her, Yu Wenye, standing at the alleyway across the long street, originally smiling at her silhouette nearly blending into the merry crowd, was about to signal his attendant to hurry a bit, but suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.

Looking up, he saw a familiar carriage slowly making its way over. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

It stopped right next to his carriage.

Although he hadn’t seen this carriage often, every time he did, it captured his attention. It was the carriage he saw outside Dayan Temple before and later, the one parked behind Yu Mingyue when catching her at Mingde Gate.

Yu Wenye’s gaze immediately turned cold.

In an instant, he saw a slender, white hand lift the curtain, revealing Yu Mingyue’s vibrant and proudly asserting face behind it, smiling at him, "Second young master..."