Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 443 - 387: Good at Debating Skills

In an instant, the entire Dayan Temple fell silent.

Everyone’s eyes focused on that indigo figure. Although the crowd’s gaze was intense, almost ready to burst into flames, the eyes that met theirs were cold and calm, without the slightest hint of emotion, as they watched Ji Hong walk step by step, heavily, towards her.

Shang Ruyi raised her hand and respectfully saluted the elderly man before her: "Greetings, Lord Ji."

Ji Hong’s cloudy eyes fixated on her with not only hatred but also an unmistakable deep pain. He sneered, "You are quite sharp, but today I’ve come to question you."

"..."

"How exactly did Your Majesty die!?"

"..."

"Was it you—"

"Mr. Ji!"

Before Ji Hong could finish, a heavy voice interrupted him, and his gaze turned cold as he looked up, only to unsurprisingly see Duke Sheng Yu Wenquan frowning and approaching him, saying, "Mr. Ji, how could Ru Yi possibly bear such words? Today’s ceremony is for the late Emperor. Perhaps wait until after the ceremony to uncover the reasons."

Ji Hong sneered, "Duke Sheng’s words baffle me. With the cause of Your Majesty’s death unclear, how can this ceremony proceed? Do you not want the world to know why Your Majesty passed away?"

"..."

"Was it a natural death, or—"

At this, Ji Hong turned his gaze to the now slightly pale Shang Ruyi, articulating clearly: "Someone committed regicide!"

A gust of chilling wind swept through, making the banners flutter wildly, and the closed doors of the Great Hero Hall banged against the threshold, creating a dull thud that shook everyone to their core.

Yu Wenquan’s heart also sank.

Though he cared deeply for his family, he was also very aware and had spoken plainly last night.

This matter, being of great importance, was not something that could be resolved by one person speaking or remaining silent, and even involving the Yuwen Family might not solve it!

As he hesitated, Ji Hong coldly added, "Does the Duke step forward to answer for your daughter-in-law at this moment?"

"..."

"Did she already tell you what happened at His Majesty’s final moments?"

At this, the crowd’s focus intensified, all staring at these two people in the center of the square, with someone beginning to echo—

"If the Duke knows, perhaps reveal the truth to us."

"Yes, how exactly did His Majesty die?"

"If indeed someone committed regicide, we cannot spare them lightly; they must be dismembered and their nine clans eradicated!"

Yu Wenquan suddenly found himself thrust into a prominent position.

Despite this, accustomed to storms, he remained unfazed even as everyone questioned him. However, the guards surrounding the Great Hero Hall, seeing Duke Sheng encircled, were signaled subtly by long-term follower Xue Daotong, and they reached for their sword hilts, ready to move forward.

At that moment, a fair hand gently lifted, stopping everyone in their tracks.

It also suppressed the angry voices demanding answers.

It was Shang Ruyi.

She still stood in the same place, face pale yet calm, and as she raised her hand, she immediately captured everyone’s attention, speaking slowly: "Gentlemen, I know Wang Shaoji and Wang Shaoqiu’s brothers have spread the news of His Majesty’s passing across the realm. You must have heard it, but you don’t believe it. That’s why you question the Duke here."

"..."

"However, the Duke knows nothing. I haven’t told anyone the truth on this journey, so you’re questioning the wrong person."

"..."

"You should be questioning me!"

At these words, the crowd looked at her with some surprise.

Yu Wenquan also slightly frowned, looking down at this seemingly frail daughter-in-law who was now bearing the brunt of everyone’s suspicions alone. Even though he knew he shouldn’t say anything further, he stepped forward involuntarily.

But just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by a hand extended across his path.

It was Yu Wenye!

Before he knew it, he was standing beside him, his face stern and eyes cold, directed at Shang Ruyi, then said softly, "Father, don’t intervene any further in this matter."

"..."

Yu Wenquan looked at him with tightly knit brows.

Last night, his second son had insisted on handling the matter himself. But now—