Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 815 - 616: Yu Mingyue’s "Ability

"Yes..."

Su Qinglan nodded lightly, wondering why she asked such a question. Suddenly, something came to mind, and her eyes dimmed for a moment.

However, she didn’t say much, only bowed to Shang Ruyi before turning and leaving.

Shang Ruyi stood at the palace gate, watching that slender figure walk away and vanish into the silent night. Only then did she look up at the moon above her. Although it seemed fuller than two days ago, it was still a curved crescent, not complete.

The moon phases of waxing and waning have never been perfect since ancient times.

Moreover, like her, living in such lavish royal luxury, seeking stability, she feared, must be found amid even greater storms.

Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi sighed softly and turned to walk back.

As the time slowly passed by, over half an hour went by, and the moon reached its zenith. The discussions in Bai Fu Hall also reached a phase. Yu Wenquan had earlier arranged for Eunuch Yu to personally escort Yu Mingyue out of the palace. At this moment, after clarifying some matters, he instructed Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan to also leave the palace to prepare for tomorrow’s expedition.

The little eunuch who previously carried a lantern for Shang Ruyi and Su Qinglan reappeared, smiling as he guided the two adults.

However, their walk was more silent and quicker than before.

Soon, they were out of Hanguang Gate. As the little eunuch behind them bowed to bid farewell and then turned to leave, Pei Xingyuan immediately turned his head, his eyes glinting even in the pitch-black night, staring intently at Shen Wuzheng: "Hey!"

Shen Wuzheng seemed to know well enough that he had been holding back, and said calmly: "Speak properly."

Pei Xingyuan ignored his advice, eagerly saying: "Can you still think about that? You’re in big trouble!"

"Oh?"

"I think they’ve set their sights on you."

"Who?"

"Who else? Han King, and Yu Mingyue!"

Pei Xingyuan frowned, recalling everything that had happened recently. His usual playful demeanor turned somber and serious, saying: "Your role as a secretary is something they arranged ahead of time to have you ready to join the army for this battle!"

"..."

"It must be because you helped Feng Chen in managing the plague this time, so they’re targeting you!"

"..."

"That Yu Mingyue, she, she can truly—foresee the future!"

Mentioning those words again sent shivers down Pei Xingyuan’s spine.

He lived carefree, unlike others who feared ghosts and gods, but his principle was always to respect them from a distance. The "foreknowledge" he mentioned earlier was more a tribute to the wisdom of certain sages.

For these sages, their "foreknowledge" often came from insights into human nature and deductions of great shifts, leading to predictions of outcomes. They were broad and often accurate, but not always precise in detail.

But Yu Mingyue was different.

This time, he truly sensed the opponent’s capabilities as—

Near-mystical!

Thus, in the Battle of Fufeng, she could foresee that Yu Wenye would catch the plague, buying out all the medicine in the Central Pass ahead of time. Even before the outbreak of the Battle of Taiyuan, she had already included Shen Wuzheng in her calculations.

After hearing Pei Xingyuan’s words, Shen Wuzheng’s breath also sank.

From the moment he received the urgent military report from Taiyuan, he understood that he had been set up—no, in fact, he had sensed something was amiss from the moment Eunuch Yu came to the Shen Family with the decree, and upon his appointment.

"No, she doesn’t foresee the future."

"She doesn’t? Then what is it?"

"..."

Shen Wuzheng pondered for a long time and then said: "It seems she doesn’t predict; she simply—knows."

"Simply knows?"

Pei Xingyuan repeated the words, half-understanding: "You mean, she simply knows what will happen in the future?"

Shen Wuzheng thought again, shook his head, and said: "No, that’s not it."

Pei Xingyuan widened his eyes: "Not that either? Then what is it?"

After some consideration, Shen Wuzheng, as if weighing his words, said softly: "The way things look to her, it’s as if the events yet to occur are like items placed in a box, or rather, like words written in a book."

"..."

"She opens it, and she knows what it is."

"..."

"Just like the poem she just made."

Mentioning the poem, Pei Xingyuan’s eyes lit up, but his brow furrowed more deeply, saying: "That woman, in speech and demeanor, doesn’t match up to Ruyi, and certainly not to you, yet, surprisingly, she could create such a fine poem."

As he spoke, he repeated: "The palatial halls open amidst the Nine Heavens, crowns and robes bow to the lofty jade!"

"..."

"No matter how you look at it, she doesn’t seem like someone with such grandeur."

"So,"

Shen Wuzheng said: "I just mentioned that what she knows isn’t what she’s thought of, nor is it foreknowledge. It’s more like it’s written in a book, she opened it, found the passage, and then knew."

"..."

"Including the poem she just wrote."

Pei Xingyuan looked at him: "I don’t understand."

As Shen Wuzheng walked forward, he said: "Just now, when she and Ruyi were composing poems, I was paying attention to them. Ruyi’s poem should have been prepared while strolling in the Thousand-step Corridor. It’s not the best, but in such a short time, she managed to touch Your Majesty’s heart. My little sister’s mind is sharp, beyond what others can achieve."

Hearing this, although heavy-hearted, Pei Xingyuan couldn’t help but smile: "We know your little sister is talented, no need for accolades."

Shen Wuzheng gave him a cold glance.

Then he continued: "But Yu Mingyue... her manner didn’t seem like someone composing poetry."

"Not like composing poetry? Then what did it seem like?"

"More like—transcribing."

"Transcribing? What do you mean?"

Shen Wuzheng slightly squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "When I studied under my teacher, he often asked us to memorize certain brilliant essays. Sometimes, he’d call on us to recite unexpectedly, and she’d seemed like a student unprepared for such a call, remembering some parts and not others, always struggling to recall."

"Recalling?"

Pei Xingyuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "But when composing poetry, if one can’t think of the right phrases, they also struggle."

"No, it’s different."

"What’s different?"

"When I studied under my teacher, it wasn’t just the classics of the sages we learned. The teacher also taught us some—special knowledge. For instance, he taught us how to judge whether someone is speaking truthfully through their eyes."

"How do you judge with the eyes?"

"The teacher once said, when a person is thinking, their eyes tend to look downward, whereas when they’re trying to recall, they look upward."

"..."

"So, those composing poetry often bow their heads; those transcribing often raise their heads."

"..."

"Just now,"

Shen Wuzheng’s eyes flashed a glint of cold light: "She never lowered her head once."