Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Just when everyone was a bit flustered, Eunuch Yu was the calmest among them. While supporting Yu Wenquan, half-leaning on the Dragon Chair, he looked up and shouted towards the outside of Xuanzheng Hall, "Someone, quickly summon the Imperial Physician!"

The little eunuch outside the hall, hearing this, immediately ran off.

Before long, several imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau arrived at Xuanzheng Hall. Some were checking Yu Wenquan’s pulse, others were soothing his breath, and after a busy while, Yu Wenquan’s complexion finally started to improve slightly, although his eyes remained bloodshot, and his lips had a faint hint of a dark hue.

The prescription devised by a few of them was immediately taken down to be decocted. Lin Shian walked to the lower part of the hall, wiping his sweat and letting out a sigh of relief. As soon as he looked up, the Crown Prince and King Qin had already walked up to him and asked in a deep voice, "Doctor Lin, how is the Emperor’s health?"

Lin Shian glanced at the two of them and said softly, "His Majesty just suffered a rush of anger, nothing serious."

The two immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Shian continued, "However, considering His Majesty’s age and his condition of vertigo, both Your Highnesses must avoid causing him any distress or agitation; you should go along with him as much as possible."

After speaking, he added, "The condition of vertigo must avoid both wind and cold exposure, and extremes of joy or anger. Both Your Highnesses must bear this in mind."

Upon hearing these words, Yu Wenqian and Yu Wenye exchanged a glance; both of their expressions were somewhat grave—this vertigo had been a persistent ailment for Yu Wenquan since he turned forty, becoming increasingly severe in recent years. Even their grandfather and great-grandfather suffered from it, which inevitably gave them some cause for concern.

They said, "Of course."

After some more commotion, the medicinal decoction was finally brought up. Yu Wenquan slowly opened his eyes, not glancing at the people in front of him, but instead drinking the bowl of turbid decoction in one go from Eunuch Yu’s hand, then taking a long breath, his complexion finally returning to normal.

Eunuch Yu said softly, "Your Majesty, would you like to return to Liangyi Hall to rest?"

"..."

Yu Wenquan did not speak immediately; he remained silent for a long while before slowly raising his head, his still somewhat reddened eyes looking at his two tall, handsome, and outstanding sons in front of him. After a heavy sigh, he waved his hand and said, "You may all go now."

Yu Wenqian said, "Father, regarding the deployment of troops—"

"I said, all leave!"

"..."

"As for deploying troops, I will consider it myself."

The two exchanged a glance without saying anything more, only able to bow and exit Xuanzheng Hall.

Only after they left did Yu Wenquan seem to relax a bit. As he looked up, he saw Lv Qianfeng standing in the corner, seemingly wishing to make his towering figure as small as possible. The previous scene had frightened him, and now he was caught in a dilemma between leaving or staying, standing there awkwardly awaiting the Emperor’s order.

Yu Wenquan frowned, "Do you have anything else to report?"

Upon hearing Yu Wenquan finally addressing him, Lv Qianfeng felt both relieved and nervous, quickly responding, "Your humble servant will ensure the culprits are brought to justice soon."

Yu Wenquan’s brow furrowed even more.

Naturally, he understood the implication that Pei Xingyuan’s attackers hadn’t been captured yet. He was about to express his anger, yet each matter must be addressed in its own right. Furthermore, Lv Qianfeng was his trusted aide, and rebuking him here would mean finding someone else for the task, for which there was no better candidate; besides, Yu Wenquan felt he couldn’t afford another outburst now.

So, with a heavy wave of his hand: "Leave!"

Lv Qianfeng hurriedly bowed and exited Xuanzheng Hall.

As he walked out of the hall that seemed to suffocate a person, and the door closed behind him, Lv Qianfeng let out a long breath. But looking up at the clear sky, he felt the gloom in his heart hadn’t lifted. He sighed again and quickly left the palace to continue searching the city for clues about the assassin.

Not far away, under the palace walls, Mu Xian emerged, watching Lv Qianfeng’s back as he quietly followed.

Meanwhile, on another side, Yu Wenye quickly returned to Qianqiu Palace. As soon as he entered the main gate, he saw Shang Ruyi standing and looking out eagerly. Upon seeing him return, she hurried out to meet him and asked softly, "Is everything alright?"

Yu Wenye remained noncommittal, only leading her back inside the hall.

Once they sat down, Shang Ruyi couldn’t wait to ask, "Did Third Brother really blame Shen Tu Tai and my brother for the defeat? Does Father really suspect Shen Tu Tai?"

Yu Wenye glanced at her and replied, "Yes."

"Then—"

"Rest assured, there’s no immediate threat."

"..."

"Father indeed suspects Shen Tu Tai, but the defeat is a fact, and no matter how he embellishes the battle report, Father can see who should be blamed. Besides, Cijian Town was only retained through the combined efforts of Shen Tu Tai and your brother. If they were punished now, it would inevitably cause military unrest, and attacking Luoyang again would be difficult."

Shang Ruyi immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Her greatest concern was about Shen Tu Tai’s origin from Wanggang Village, and the safety of Shen Wuzheng. Hearing Yu Wenye’s words finally put her anxious heart at ease.

But on second thought, she became worried again and asked, "So Father will continue to attack Luoyang?"

"Of course."

"After what happened these past few days, I thought Father would—"

Yu Wenye gently shook his head and said, "I understand, everyone thinks Father has become hesitant. Indeed, Duke Shenwu’s death saddened him greatly, but Father has reached this point in his life, experienced so much loss, how could he truly abandon his ambition because of one person’s death?"

"..."

"Let me tell you, no matter what happens to anyone, as long as Father has a breath left, he will even personally go to the battlefield to reclaim what is rightfully his!"

Shang Ruyi took a deep breath.

Indeed, they had worried Yu Wenquan would give up because he was an old man.

But Yu Wenquan was not just an old man; he was the founding Emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty, the Grand Ancestor. With such a disposition, he reached this point, how could he easily concede?

She thought for a moment and asked, "Then, whom does Father plan to send to continue the attack on Luoyang?"

Yu Wenye glanced at her and replied, "Imperial Brother recommended Lou Yingxiong."

"Him?"

"At this time, Imperial Brother must recommend him, and he is the only one he can recommend."

As they said this, the two exchanged a glance, their eyes slightly flickering. Shang Ruyi took a deep breath and said, "No wonder you’ve been waiting; indeed, it was right to wait until now."

"..."

"But is it easy to handle matters over at the Left Guard?"

Yu Wenye slowly raised his head, recalling just moments ago in the hall, when Yu Wenquan inquired whether he knew about the front-line battles. Although he had seen Lv Qianfeng receive the letter, Lv Qianfeng remained silent. The corner of Yu Wenye’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

He said, "He is at his wit’s end now. If someone offers him a way out, he will naturally take it."

Shang Ruyi nodded, "Let’s hope he doesn’t let us down."