Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

When her back hit his solid chest, Shang Ruyi was still a bit dazed. By the time she came to her senses and wanted to struggle to get up, the person behind her didn’t give her a chance. Her slender waist was already tightly locked by those powerful arms.

Her cheeks were burning, immediately reddening to her ears.

Yu Wenye’s scorching breath brushed against her ear, making her ears feel like they were on fire.

Shang Ruyi whispered, "What are you doing!?"

"What do you think?"

Yu Wenye’s voice, carrying a hint of laughter, sounded at her ear leisurely, making Shang Ruyi’s cheeks even redder. She felt ashamed and resentful, gritting her teeth, "Weren’t you going to read a book?"

"I don’t want to read a book, I want to—"

As he spoke, Yu Wenye was already nibbling on her earlobe, his teeth lightly biting, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body. Her strength dissipated instantly, and her already soft, boneless body was carried onto the bed. Yu Wenye held her with one hand, and with a forceful wave of the other, the sleeve’s wind extinguished the candle beside the bed, plunging the inner chamber into total darkness.

In the pitch black, the sound of entangled struggles echoed, and just as Shang Ruyi let out a soft moan, she was immediately silenced by something.

For a moment, the wind was fierce and the rain was sudden.

No one knew how much time passed before the Qianqiu Palace, filled with an enchanting atmosphere, quieted down again.

Shang Ruyi lay on the bed, staring blankly into the void of darkness. It took a while before she felt her soul, shaken by the intensity, return to her body. Immediately, she felt a large hand reach over, gently yet firmly holding her.

Turning her head, she met a pair of bright eyes.

Their gazes intertwined—just moments ago, skin against skin, the overwhelming sensation surged in her heart once again. Her cheeks flushed slightly, turning even redder. Luckily, it was completely dark, and Yu Wenye probably couldn’t see.

But in the darkness, he let out a long sigh of apparent satisfaction.

The hand tightened slightly, pulling Shang Ruyi into his embrace.

At that moment, both their bodies were burning hot, sweaty, and trembling with lingering excitement. Though such close contact was somewhat uncomfortable, Shang Ruyi still nestled obediently into his arms, even wrapping her arms around his waist. They held each other tightly, as if they were one.

They lay there quietly listening to each other’s heartbeats. After an indeterminate length of silence, Yu Wenye said, "After I leave, you must take good care of yourself."

"Mm."

"And take good care of Yuanyuan."

"His name is Yuan Qian."

"Ah—"

Above her head, Yu Wenye’s light laughter sounded, followed by a sigh. It seemed he felt helpless about not having gotten used to that name before having to leave his son’s side. After all, once he left, who knew when he would return.

This battle would not be easy.

Pressing against his chest, close enough to almost hear the rhythmic beats of his heart, Shang Ruyi’s emotions transitioned from recent joy and excitement to a calm, yet shadowed by gloom.

No matter how much she hoped Yu Wenye would seize military power, lead troops into battle to achieve success and fulfill his dreams, war was war. No matter how skilled a general, he couldn’t guarantee victory in every battle, nor could he promise eternal safety.

On the battlefield, anything could happen.

If only, like before, she could accompany him on the military campaigns, keeping abreast of everything happening on the frontlines; no matter the danger or hardship, she would know instantly, and they could face it together. But now—

With these thoughts, she softly said, "I want—"

Before she could finish, Yu Wenye interrupted her sharply, "What are you thinking? Don’t overthink these things!"

"..."

Stunned by his shout, Shang Ruyi then smiled bitterly.

It seems they truly understood each other too well. Even before she finished speaking, Yu Wenye knew what she wanted.

Still, feeling slightly indignant, she softly said, "Why not? I’ve gone before. Fufeng, and Tai—"

Before she could finish saying "yuan," the hand around her waist suddenly tightened.

Shang Ruyi felt herself being lifted, and before she could react, her mouth was fiercely blocked. Yu Wenye seemed intent on devouring her, biting her lips with such force that they became swollen, almost bleeding. In pain, she cried out softly, trembling until he finally released her.

His hot breath, still filled with intense desire and a deeper, ineffable emotion, brushed against Shang Ruyi’s face, making her flinch in heat.

"If you ever bring up the matter of Taiyuan again, I’ll—"

Despite the darkness, she could clearly see those bright eyes before her—not the usual cold clarity, but now burning with fiery flames that seemed ready to leap out and consume them entirely.

Shang Ruyi suddenly understood.

Taiyuan...

The last time at Taiyuan, she had accompanied him in battle, yet witnessed no triumph. Instead, she was captured at Qi County by Ashina Zhuxie.

Yu Wenye abandoned the first opportunity for merit at Taiyuan, journeying far to the Turkic Yatai to rescue her.

Feeling the mix of lingering dread and unease in his breath, Shang Ruyi came to realize—her abduction, or rather the memory of it, was still unbearable for Yu Wenye. Any slight mishap then could’ve rendered their lives irreparable, perhaps even separating them eternally.

How would they have these gentle, sweet times now?

With that thought, Shang Ruyi’s nose tingled, and a hotter wave surged from her heart, blurring her vision. She bit her lower lip, extending her arms to embrace the man before her, even exerting some strength to press her soft body against his tense, sweat-laden muscles. She offered her already bruised and bitten lips to his, soothing his tightly drawn lips with her own.

Yu Wenye’s lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"I—"

Just as Shang Ruyi was about to make some promise or commitment, Yu Wenye’s actions carried an uncontrollable impulse for the second time, pulling her close and pressing her down beneath him.

Even though she intended to spend this night... and had prepared everything, Shang Ruyi forgot that in matters like this, she never had the leading role.

The fiery blaze continued, consuming everything in its path.

The night deepened further.