Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 632 - 510: Eldest Princess, What Are You Seeking?_2

Early in the morning, there was no one beside her pillow.

She didn’t know where he had gone. When he suddenly returned, that handsome face still bore its usual lack of expression, but the bloodshot eyes added a few more traces of coldness to that expressionless demeanor. The words Shang Ruyi originally intended to say got stuck in her throat.

Although it was just a moment, Tushere seemed to have sensed the strange and tense atmosphere between the two of them.

She cautiously took a step back, watching the two of them.

Yu Wenye slowly walked in. Despite the ’keep away’ aura surrounding him, he took the initiative to come in front of Shang Ruyi, lowered his head, and looked at her slightly flickering eyes, and suddenly said, "Come with me."

Shang Ruyi was taken aback and looked up at him, "Where to?"

"To the Ministry of Justice Prison."

"The Ministry of Justice Prison?!"

Upon hearing these four words, Shang Ruyi gasped and instantly stood up, surprised, "You mean—"

Yu Wenye said calmly, "I came up with a way with the people at the Ministry of Justice to let you go in to see your uncle."

"..."

"But, it’s only for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"..."

"Hurry up and get ready. If you’re late, I’m afraid they will get scared and change their minds."

Shang Ruyi was utterly surprised by this unexpected joy. After all, the Da Ye Dynasty had harsh punishments, and since Shen Shiyan was imprisoned for the crime of deceiving the emperor, once a person entered the Ministry of Justice Prison, it was almost impossible to see the light of day again. Unexpectedly, Yu Wenye could make it possible for her to see her uncle!

Shang Ruyi was so delighted she was at a loss for what to do, saying, "This, this is too wonderful, thank you Feng Chen!"

"What’s there to thank for?"

Looking at her overjoyed expression, Yu Wenye’s eyes became even more somber as he said lightly, "I am your husband, naturally I should help you."

"..."

"Isn’t your uncle the most important person to you?"

"Uh?"

These words left Shang Ruyi stunned, but the other party had already said indifferently, "I’ll wait for you outside."

With that, he turned around and walked out.

Shang Ruyi was somewhat in a daze, but at this moment, she couldn’t care about much else. She hurriedly had Tushere help her change clothes and then hastily went out.

Soon, they arrived at the Ministry of Justice Prison.

The environment here was worse than they imagined, not only damp and cold, the air was filled with an indescribable stench, making it suffocating.

As soon as they walked in, the imprisoned inmates inside immediately began to plead through the bars. Some had been tortured and were covered in scars and blood, while others, imprisoned for too long, had red and crazed eyes. As they howled and wailed at the two walking in, the noise was deafening, as if countless wronged souls were screaming in their ears.

Shang Ruyi had seen quite a few scenes, but never one like this.

There were too many voices, unclear in what exactly they were pleading, only that the chaotic sounds seemed like invisible fists pounding towards them. Shang Ruyi instinctively retreated two steps.

And with that retreat, she came close to the bars of a cell, where several black, emaciated hands, like ghost claws, reached out trying to grab her.

"Ah!"

Shang Ruyi gasped and quickly backed away, while the leading prison guard unapologetically stepped forward, pulled out the stick from his waist, and struck those hands.

Immediately, the air filled with cries of pain and sinister laughter, reverberating throughout the entire prison.

Shang Ruyi’s face also turned pale. Although she had suffered hardships and even witnessed bloodier and more brutal scenes on the battlefield, the current scene was another kind of hell, chilling to the bone.

Just as she was feeling a bit frightened, a hand protected her.

Shang Ruyi shivered slightly and looked up, only to see Yu Wenye, not looking at her, fixing his gaze straight ahead and saying in a cold tone, "Let’s go."

Though it was a single cold word, the hand protecting her shoulder was warm to the touch.

Shang Ruyi was ultimately comforted by that bit of warmth, feeling more grounded, and nodded to continue forward. After a while, the leading prison guard brought them to the depths of the dungeon.

The cells here were larger than those outside, with denser bars, clearly a place for holding important prisoners.

Many of the cells had only a skylight high on the wall, the weak light reflecting on the shriveled figures inside. Some responded to the sound of footsteps, raising their heads with blood-red eyes looking at them, while others seemed less than human, curled up on the ground, resembling withered wood.