Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 520 - 439 Plague Disease

At midday in August, a sun like a fireball hung over Fufeng City. The scorching heat was like an invisible hand pressing down on everyone’s heads, almost ready to ignite them.

At this moment, Shang Ruyi felt exactly like that.

She stood by the bed, watching He Wenzhu kneel and sit on the ground, holding Yu Wenye’s wrist cautiously to diagnose his pulse. With each rise and fall of the chest of the person lying unconscious on the bed, her heartbeat vibrated in response.

Yu Wenye, what is his condition?

But she dared not ask, not even breathe loudly, fearing that any disturbance on her part would interrupt the doctor’s pulse examination and lead to a desperate conclusion.

Everyone around seemed to share the same thought. Mu Xian and Cheng Qiao, along with Dai Junliang, and Shantong’er who had just escorted Yu Wenye back, all stood outside the screen of the inner chamber, holding their breath, not daring to exhale deeply.

At this moment, a voice coldly said, "What, the Great General still hasn’t woken up?"

Upon hearing this, several people furrowed their brows.

Turning around, they saw Song Yu, who had already changed out of his armor and had his shoulder bandaged, pushing the door as he walked in. No longer in the desperate state of fleeing outside the city, he leisurely walked to the side and sat down, glancing again at Yu Wenye on the bed with his pale face and burning breath, and coldly laughed, "It seems that the Great General usually neglects his drills. After two battles, he couldn’t hold on."

Shang Ruyi’s expression immediately darkened.

Standing next to her, still covered in dust and not having had a chance to change clothes, Shantong’er angrily stepped forward, pointing at him, "What did you say? My Yu Wen’s second brother just went out of the city to save you!"

Song Yu’s expression changed, but he thought he shouldn’t lower himself to the level of a child.

He coldly sneered, "Do I need him to save me?"

"You—"

Shantong’er, still young, was left speechless.

Mu Xian, nearby, clenched his fist, his eyes red, and said, "If the Great General hadn’t saved you, would Lord Song even be here to say these dismissive words?"

"..."

"If it weren’t for Lord Song recklessly leaving the city, the Great General wouldn’t have had to go to battle while sick. Now, the Fufeng Army has suffered losses because of you, and the Great General is also ill. You—"

Before he finished, Song Yu immediately jumped up, pointed at him, and cursed, "Nonsense! What are you, and you? Do you even deserve to speak to me? For a general to go on the battlefield and kill enemies, casualties happen. Yet, you dare to malign me on such grounds!"

"You—"

"Furthermore, what if he went to battle while sick? He is the court’s general, and that’s his responsibility!"

"..."

"You two are babbling here, disrupting the army’s morale. I want to ask you both: earlier, there clearly was a chance to kill Xue Xian, yet you didn’t act. Was it your intention to spare his life?"

"..."

"If you’re intentionally nurturing enemies for your own gain, I suspect you are spies of the Longxi Army!"

After speaking, Song Yu immediately ordered with a grim face: "Guards, arrest these two traitors for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two soldiers walked in from outside, reaching out to grab Mu Xian and Shantong’er. At this moment, Mu Xian, already furious with eyes red, dared not move because he understood that if he did, it would be considered defying a military order, punishable by execution. But Shantong’er, having just joined the army, paid no heed to this and was ready to resist.

Song Yu shouted sternly, "If you dare to resist, you are defying a military order, I—"

He hadn’t finished speaking when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, glaring sharply with piercing eyes, and said coldly, "Lord Song, enough!"

Song Yu, caught off guard, felt his throat tighten under the sudden oppressive aura, leaving the rest of his words unsaid.

Standing before him was Shang Ruyi.

Her face was dark, teeth clenched as if suppressing emotions, causing her cheeks to slightly contort. She said coldly, "My husband has just come down from the battlefield and is still in illness. Please do not disturb him."

Facing her, Song Yu hesitated for a moment.

After all, this was the General’s wife, the Young Madam of the Duke Mansion.

He thought for a moment and sneered, "General’s wife, I am not disturbing the Great General. I’m merely handling military affairs."

As he spoke, he pointed at Mu Xian and Shantong’er, "These two are spies!"

Shang Ruyi said seriously, "They are my husband’s deputy general and personal soldier, both who fought enemies and battled Xue Xian. Lord Song accuses them of being spies, shouldn’t he provide a bit more evidence?"

Song Yu said, "I asked for them to be captured exactly to secure evidence!"

"..."

"Capture them, interrogate thoroughly, then evidence will emerge."

Shang Ruyi said, "Isn’t that forced confession through torture?"

At these words, Song Yu’s expression sank, and he shouted harshly, "General’s wife, I call you ’wife’ out of respect for the General and the Duke. But in the army, there’s no place for the General’s wife to speak! You’ve come along, so do your duty and take care of the General. As for other matters, you’re not entitled to interfere!"

"..."

"I am the Marching Commander, and military affairs are now decided by me!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi immediately clenched her fist.

Right at this moment, there was a sudden, anxious gasp from the other side of the screen, inside the inner chamber—

"Great General!"

Everyone quickly turned around, and Shang Ruyi also ignored the outside and rushed inside, only to see Yu Wenye, who had been unconscious, suddenly open his mouth wide, gasping heavily, his pale face tinged with gray-blue, as if someone was choking him, preventing him from breathing.

He Wenzhu seemed to have sensed something, hurriedly supporting his shoulder, turning his upper body over to lean on the bed edge.

Shang Ruyi was startled, "What are you—"

Before she finished, there was a sudden "wa" sound, and Yu Wenye opened his mouth, vomiting all over the floor.

Shang Ruyi was terrified, quickly rushing forward to help him with He Wenzhu, feeling Yu Wenye breathing heavily like an ox, his burning body trembling incessantly. Awakening at this time, he was gripped by a violent cough, as if he wanted to cough out his liver and lungs.

Shang Ruyi hurriedly reached out to gently pat his back, soothing him, "Feng Chen, Feng Chen, how are you?"

She spoke while glancing down at Yu Wenye’s vomit, noticing a faint presence of white impurities in the sordid pool.

Her heart sank instantly.

Almost simultaneously, He Wenzhu on the other side also held his breath.

At this moment, Mu Xian and Cheng Qiao were both anxious, red-eyed, shouting for the Great General while rushing forward. Shang Ruyi suddenly turned around and sternly shouted, "Stay back!"

Several people were stunned, standing in place bewildered, not understanding why the Young Madam suddenly became so stern and serious.

Shang Ruyi only felt her heartbeat thunderously, cold sweat pouring out.

By the time she spoke again, she couldn’t even hear her own voice, only relying on instinct to say hoarsely, "Doctor, is this—"

He Wenzhu’s face turned ashen, trembling as he said, "Madam, I’m terrified."

"..."

"This, this is likely—the plague symptom!"