Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 434 - 380: The less reasonable, the more emotional
Finally, they reached the depths of the light.
Inside the reception hall of the Duke Mansion, the lights were bright, and as soon as they approached, they heard hearty laughter coming from inside, just like when they first met, almost deafening.
It was Yu Wenquan’s laughter.
He was heard saying, "Not only has my son returned, but your son has returned as well. At last, we can breathe a sigh of relief."
As they spoke, they had already reached the door.
Looking up, they saw Yu Wenquan sitting in the central position of the hall, wearing a casual outfit despite being at home. His figure was brawny, his voice resonant like a bell, and even sitting and laughing couldn’t conceal his strong presence as a military general. Nowadays, among that formidable aura, there seemed to be an added confidence in mastering worldly affairs.
Sitting at his lower left was a somewhat slim figure, none other than Shang Ruyi’s uncle, Shen Shiyan.
His face bore some traces left by the winds and frost he experienced during these times, appearing much older than before but still calm. As he talked and laughed, he constantly looked outside, clearly anticipating something.
Then, that anticipated figure appeared in front of him.
Upon seeing his wife and Shang Ruyi, accompanied by Shen Wuzheng, reaching the door, his eyes suddenly widened with surprise and delight, almost unable to restrain himself from getting up. He rose halfway, but then controlled his eagerness and sat back down. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Yet, the tears welling up in his eyes fully disclosed his emotions at that moment.
Yu Wenquan also saw them.
The Duke Sheng, now holding considerable power, showed joy on his face but remained seated, watching his son and daughter-in-law walk in, nodding lightly.
Yu Wenye immediately led Shang Ruyi forward to bow, "Father."
"You have returned,"
Yu Wenquan couldn’t contain his happiness but suppressed the excitement in his heart. However, his sharp eyes reddened slightly as he nodded repeatedly, saying, "It’s good to be back, good to be back."
Yu Wenye then stood up, saying, "These days, I have worried Father."
Yu Wenquan looked him over again before smiling, "I wasn’t worried about you. I was only worried about Ru Yi."
Speaking, he looked at Shang Ruyi, who appeared somewhat pale, and softly asked, "Was the journey smooth?"
Shang Ruyi hurriedly replied, "Thank you, Father, for your concern. Everything was smooth on the way. It was unfilial of me to let Father worry about us."
"Ah,"
Yu Wenquan waved his hand, saying, "There’s no need to say such things. Otherwise, your uncle might really think I’m angry with you and then worry that I don’t treat you well."
Speaking, he burst into laughter again.
Shang Ruyi then turned to her uncle, Shen Shiyan, who already had red eyes. Filled with emotion, she could only suppress the excitement in her heart and softly said, "Uncle...."
Even though Shen Shiyan tried to disguise it, he couldn’t resist the moment and tears dampened his collar.
He hastily wiped his face with his sleeve and said with a smile, "Brother Yu Wen jokes. Today, indeed—my clumsy wife missed Ru Yi too much, so upon hearing they would return today, we came to bother you. Hope brother won’t mind."
Yu, standing beside him, showed an embarrassed expression only then.
In fact, as an elder, she wasn’t supposed to be at the door to welcome the younger generation. Moreover, being partly from Shang Ruyi’s family, they shouldn’t have come right now and disturbed the family reunion, which was against etiquette; but Yu was a barbarian, straightforward in nature, and inherently sincere and lively. Her husband and son indulged her, so even after marrying and having children, her nature didn’t change.
So today, she came thick-skinned to see Shang Ruyi in person.
But feelings sometimes have no rhyme or reason.
In fact, the more unreasonable, the less controlled by rites and laws, the more genuine the emotion.
Seeing Yu somewhat ashamed, yet firmly grabbing her hand, Shang Ruyi felt a warm current spread from her palm to her heart, unable to help softly saying, "Aunt..."
Yu Wenquan, a family friend of theirs, naturally knew Yu’s temperament, bore no grudge, only laughed, "Just here to see Ru Yi? Aren’t you also concerned about your son?"
Speaking, he smiled at Shen Wuzheng, "I have long heard of Young Master Shen’s great name."
His words, of course, helped Yu with the situation, and Shen Wuzheng, who smiled quietly standing aside, immediately stepped forward upon hearing himself being mentioned. He respectfully saluted Yu Wenquan, "Greetings, Prime Minister."
"Ah,"
Yu Wenquan waved broadly, saying, "Today, there are only friends and family, no officials here."
Shen Wuzheng replied, "Greetings, Uncle."
Yu Wenquan laughed, "That’s better."
He looked Shen Wuzheng up and down again, laughing, "I knew your father had a good son, yet he hid you far away like a treasure. Now seeing you, no wonder you were hidden away. Were it otherwise, comparing, I’d long known my three sons were all useless by comparison."
His words, naturally, were polite remarks.
Yet, hearing this, everyone in the hall felt a pang in their hearts for a moment—three sons.
Shang Ruyi instinctively glanced around.
In fact, the instant she stepped through the door, she had already scanned around. The hall, besides the chatting and laughing Yu Wenquan and Shen Shiyan, only had a few serving attendants, and others were nowhere to be seen.
But tonight, Yu Wenye had finally returned to Daxing City. Shouldn’t the whole family be gathered together?
Wasn’t Yu Wencheng, along with that never-seen eldest son Yu Wenye, also supposed to be here?
Why hadn’t she seen any of them?
Wondering, she hesitated to respond to Yu Wenquan’s words, only Shen Shiyan quickly saying, "Brother Yu Wen, your words might shame my little pet. Not to mention the eldest son’s capture of Daxing City with unparalleled merit, the third son’s defense of Taiyuan relieves worries for me, the second son’s journey paved with challenges and greatness, how could my son even compare in any way?"
Yu Wenquan waved his hand and simply smiled.
Upon hearing, Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi exchanged a glance.
The third son guarded Taiyuan?
Could it be Yu Wencheng wasn’t in Daxing City, but left in Taiyuan Mansion?
Thinking it over, it wasn’t surprising. Although Daxing City was the true capital of the Da Ye Dynasty, crucial for supporting the new emperor and commanding the realm, Yu Wenquan had spent most time in Taiyuan since being appointed Shanxi Comfort Envoy, cultivating influence there. Thus, occupying the key spot in Central Pass didn’t mean completely abandoning Taiyuan, necessitating leaving someone there to guard it.
However, leaving Yu Wencheng was unexpected—after all, in their eyes, this third brother was violent, absurd in behavior, not fit for the major task.
Yet now, that wasn’t the most important thing.
The important thing was, with Yu Wencheng in Taiyuan, missing his presence here, where was Yu Wenqian?
Why hadn’t he been seen either?
