Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 573 - 473: How Could It Be, It’s Raining

"Of course, take the initiative."

After this sentence sounded, the room fell silent again. But this time, the silence wasn’t the heavy calm from before when there was nothing to say, but rather a suffocating stillness where even heartbeats and breaths seemed to pause.

This voice was—

Shang Ruyi momentarily forgot to breathe or for her heart to beat.

Almost instinctively, she turned her somewhat stiff neck, her gaze trembling almost to the point of shattering, slowly looking towards the bed.

Yet she still only saw that quietly slumbering figure with closed eyes.

"...!"

Her heart sank, as if she had just been lifted to the highest heavens, only to be thrown back down heavily. Though not shattered, the immense feeling of despair made her chest feel like it was going to tear apart.

Did she, hear it wrong again?

Was it again that lingering, unattainable desire that haunted her dreams these days, causing her to hallucinate once more?

Shang Ruyi forced down her inner disappointment, barely managing to present a calm, or at least not overly lost, expression. Then she turned back to face Yin Changyue and Dai Junliang; only to find the two of them also wearing shocked expressions, their eyes wide open looking at the person on the bed.

Did they hear it wrong too?

At that moment, Shang Ruyi’s mind was in chaos, as if she sensed something, but before she could detach her reason from the overwhelming disappointment to reach a conclusion, the weak voice that was clearer than before sounded in her ear once more—

"It was I, who spoke."

"—!"

This time, she no longer hesitated, hurriedly got up and walked to the bedside, lowered her head, holding her breath to look at the person on the bed.

Her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest.

But she restrained her breathing, fearing even a deeper breath might blow away the illusion in front of her like scattered sand and dust.

Then, amidst her trembling, she saw the long lashes that covered the tightly closed eyes quiver slightly, as if really blown by her breath, trembling like a captive bird struggling to flap its wings. After struggling for a while, the lashes finally lifted slowly.

A pair of deep eyes, as vast as the starry sky, gradually gathered brilliant light, looking at her.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world went silent.

Shang Ruyi fixed her gaze on those eyes, feeling as if her soul was also being drawn in at that moment, she trembled, her lips parted lightly, almost instinctively calling from a small memory in her heart: "...Feng, Feng Chen."

And the next moment, a series of heavy and chaotic footsteps sounded, shattering the tranquility of that moment between the two. It was Yin Changyue and Dai Junliang, stumbling and running in. As soon as they saw Yu Wenye had opened his eyes, they were both surprised and elated, especially Yin Changyue, who burst out joyfully: "Great General, you, you’ve finally awakened!"

A bolt of thunder suddenly exploded in the clear sky.

This earth-shattering boom also finally ended the near-month-long purgatorial summer heat that Fufeng had been enduring ever since Xue Xiandong arrived. When everyone gathered in this room, overjoyed to see the Great General finally awaken from the illness-induced coma, a torrential downpour began, soaking the ground that had been scorched the night before.

Faced with everyone’s faces full of unexpected joy, some even tearful, after uttering the first two weak sentences to prove he was finally awake, Yu Wenye’s third sentence was a seemingly inexplicable sigh as he listened to the pouring rain.

"Why would it, rain."

"...?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Though they didn’t understand why he said that, his awakening had everyone so overjoyed that they couldn’t spare the effort to ponder the little confusion. People hurriedly filled the room, even had Tushere fetch He Wenzhu, who had just been sent to rest, to check on his pulse and confirm that his illness was no longer a concern, and with quiet recovery, he would heal. At this, Mu Xian and the others were nearly moved to tears.

And amidst the overwhelming joy, they recounted, haltingly, the past events, especially the battle from the night before, to him.

Finally, Yin Changyue said in a trembling voice: "Great General, your recovery is wonderful!"

"..."

Yu Wenye quietly listened to everyone’s accounts.

Though he had been unconscious for so long, he needed to be updated on recent events. Also, because of his severe illness and bedridden state, he temporarily lacked the ability to move. Just expressing those three sentences had drained his energy, and the only strength left was to listen and watch.

Even so, just listening and looking was very exhausting.

At this moment, Shang Ruyi was sitting by the bedside, allowing him to lean half-on her shoulder. With each breath, he could feel her body slightly trembling, and his pale lips were again devoid of the little color they had gained.

Seeing him like this, Shang Ruyi frowned, yet said nothing.

Those around them fell silent as well—though, seeing the two of them like this, with somewhat of a married couple’s intimacy, was not really suitable for a military setting. But after all these days, everyone, even those who always followed them like Mu Xian and Cheng Qiao, had a new understanding of Shang Ruyi, realizing that despite her seemingly fragile exterior, the General’s wife had an inner strength they had never known before.

Therefore, no one found anything inappropriate in the two being like this.

After a while, feeling his breath was still very weak, Shang Ruyi softly said: "The kitchen has prepared rice soup and porridge, would you like to have a little?"

Yu Wenye glanced at her and said nothing.

But Shang Ruyi seemed to take that as an answer, motioning for Wo Xue to bring a bowl of thick rice soup, steaming and fragrant. She fetched it, cooling each spoonful, and fed it to Yu Wenye.

Yu Wenye silently took a few sips, and it was much easier than taking medicine while unconscious. Before long, with half a bowl down, his eyes appeared brighter.

As Shang Ruyi took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, he glanced at everyone impatiently waiting in the room, his lips moving slightly.

"What?"

Shang Ruyi was puzzled, about to move closer to hear him, when Nie Chong, standing in a corner of the room, softly said: "The General is asking about Shantong’er."

After speaking, he took a step forward and said softly, "Great General, yesterday Shantong’er came back with the Lady, clearing out Song Yu and the others. After the Lady rested, he left the official office and went to the city gates, reciting the Rebirth Mantra for those fallen outside the city. He should be back soon."

Shang Ruyi, hearing this, was taken aback.

But thinking about it, it wasn’t surprising. Though Shantong’er followed them to war, having been a monk since childhood, he wasn’t hesitant in battle, and his compassion wasn’t faux.

Yu Wenye, hearing this, also nodded slightly.

After a while, as his frail breath became steadier, his gaze slowly traveled over everyone’s excited expressions, finally resting on Shang Ruyi’s face, pale to the point of being somewhat wooden.

Then, he softly said: "These days, you, you all have worked hard."