Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 560 - 465 You Can Foreknow

"Who ordered you?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the entire assembly hall fell silent, and Yin Changyue, who had been standing beside Shang Ruyi, gasped sharply.

None of them expected Shang Ruyi to ask such a question.

However, upon hearing him actually ask it, they suddenly recalled—though Song Yu was the Marching Commander, he was, after all, an official of the court, and had no personal enmity with Yu Wenye. Under normal circumstances, he had no reason to defy the world by harming the court’s great general during a battle between two armies.

Unless—

"Who ordered you to do this, speak!"

Shang Ruyi spoke again, his voice carrying even more severity, and with each word, Shantong’er pressed harder on Song Yu’s chest with his foot. Song Yu’s face turned pale, and he almost couldn’t catch his breath.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at him, just waiting for him to speak.

Song Yu gritted his teeth, looking up at Shang Ruyi with a pale face, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was struggling with something.

At that moment, the sudden sound of hurried and heavy footsteps outside broke the silence in the assembly hall, and everyone instinctively looked up to see a young guard rushing in.

Shang Ruyi immediately recognized him as the soldier patrolling with Cheng Qiao today.

She hastily asked, "What’s the matter?"

The soldier ran to the entrance of the assembly hall, panting as he reported to Shang Ruyi, "Madam, you’d better go and see, the second young master—the Great General’s condition is not right."

"What?!"

At this, Shang Ruyi turned pale with shock. She couldn’t care less about the situation in front of her; she was about to rush to the courtyard but stopped at the entrance, glancing back at Song Yu being pinned to the ground by Shantong’er. She thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Yin, imprison him first, and have someone guard him strictly."

Yin Changyue immediately replied, "Alright."

Shang Ruyi glanced at Ma Xu and said, "Him too—"

By this time, Ma Xu had long lost the strength to react and was slumped against the wall like a lamb to the slaughter. Yin Changyue instantly said, "I will handle it, please don’t worry, Madam."

Shang Ruyi nodded and hurriedly rushed to the courtyard.

Along the way, she was filled with anxiety, wishing she could grow wings to return to Yu Wenye’s side.

Finally returning to the courtyard, Shang Ruyi pushed the door open forcefully to see Cheng Qiao with several people standing at the door, looking anxious, seemingly wanting to enter but being blocked outside. Turning toward the inner room, she saw Yu Wenqian sitting by the bed, his hand reaching towards the unconscious person on the bed, like he was about to do something.

"Feng Chen!"

Shang Ruyi, in her urgency, rushed into the inner room without further questioning.

Upon reaching the bedside, her breath caught in her throat.

There she saw, Yu Wenye on the bed, his cheeks flushed with a sickly redness as if about to ignite, yet his lips were pale, starting to turn purplish, and his chest’s rise and fall grew weaker, his Adam’s apple bobbing as if struggling.

He was about to stop breathing!

Sitting beside him, Yu Wenqian pressed his fingers together, tracing down his throat from Tiantu to Purple Palace, then to Yutang, finally stopping at the Shanzhong acupoint, and pressed firmly!

"...!"

Shang Ruyi’s heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly remembered that after the fire that day, she was also suffocated by the smoke and was saved by this method!

Thinking of this, her steps halted as she was about to rush forward. She held her breath, watching Yu Wenye’s brows twitching on the bed as if enduring immense pain, yet not a single sound escaped.

For days it’s been like this, bearing every wound and minor ache in silence.

Shang Ruyi bit her lower lip, feeling as if her heart might crack open at that moment.

But, that point had no effect; the unconscious man still clenched his teeth, unable to release that breath.

Yu Wenqian’s brow furrowed as he pressed harder with his fingertip, almost collapsing Yu Wenye’s chest, yet no improvement was seen.

Yu Wenqian stared intently at Yu Wenye’s lips, turning a deeper purple, and said in a deep voice, "Feng Chen!"

The person on the bed showed no response.

Breath became increasingly weak.

"Move aside."

Just as Yu Wenqian’s expression grew more grave, a calm voice sounded from behind. He turned to see this composed woman walking forward, not waiting for him to move aside, but seating herself at the bedside.