Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 796 - 604 Chengqian Hall

Seeing her, Shang Ruyi’s breath involuntarily caught.

Although she had long told herself to accept everything, and indeed she must, seeing that face of striking beauty, though smiling, yet with an undertone of inherent sorrow, left Shang Ruyi a bit dazed.

This once-renowned Princess Xinyue, once favored by the heavens, was now abandoned by fate, and ultimately, stood on the same line as her.

Reflecting on past jealousy and anger, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt boundless absurdity.

At this moment, all her emotions seemed to evaporate.

And in this moment of emotional void, they had reached Chu Ruoyan’s presence. Her radiant face smiled like a blooming flower, all her smiles naturally directed at Yu Wenye: "Second Brother—"

She paused.

Thought for a moment, then bowed: "Your Highness."

No one knew how much sorrow was contained in that "Your Highness" from her lips. Even the servants behind them, including Aunt Hui, couldn’t help but let out soft sighs. Yu Wenye’s expression was somewhat unnatural, but his gaze softened as he said to her, "Why did you get up?"

Chu Ruoyan raised her head and smiled, "I heard that Second Brother finally entered the palace, so I came to greet you."

"..."

"After all, I wanted to see Second Brother sooner."

Yu Wenye was silent for a moment, then said, "Meeting can wait, your health is more important."

It was at this moment that Shang Ruyi noticed Chu Ruoyan’s splendid attire. Today, she had deliberately worn a straight-collar garment. However, because her neck was slender and snow-white, although covered halfway by the collar, a small portion of the white neck was exposed, faintly revealing a deep red mark.

This must be from when she—

Such decisive actions wouldn’t leave many external wounds, but these marks were inevitable, unmissable, indicating that at that time, Chu Ruoyan truly had a death wish, having lost all will to live.

Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but feel a pang of trepidation.

And just when her breathing tightened, those clear autumn-like eyes turned towards her. After a gleam flashed in them, Chu Ruoyan smiled and said, "Sister."

Almost instinctively, Shang Ruyi was about to call her Your Highness, but fortunately, her reaction was swift, halting before she spoke. Chu Ruoyan apparently sensed her momentary awkwardness and smiled slightly, "Sister can call me Ruoyan."

"...Ruoyan."

Chu Ruoyan’s smile deepened.

And in Shang Ruyi’s heart, there was even more emotion—this was not the first time Chu Ruoyan called her sister. At first, when she addressed her this way, Shang Ruyi felt very uncomfortable, but this princess, born of nobility, was sincere in her friendship; later, after they arrived in Daxing City and Princess Xinyue experienced the torment of her country’s destruction, her nature turned sharp, and when she called her sister, those words also carried a rebellious edge.

Now, hearing this "sister" again, seemed different from before.

There was no previous simple sweetness and closeness, nor the later sharp rebellion, only a sense of fulfillment and peace, like a light feather, swept by the wind, drifting uncontrollably in the sky for who knows how long, finally settling firmly.

Yu Wenye quietly watched them and said, "Let’s go, whatever needs to be said, can be said over there."

After speaking, he moved forward.

Shang Ruyi naturally followed, and Chu Ruoyan also turned and followed behind him, with Aunt Hui and the others quietly trailing.

They passed through several palace gates, some sights familiar, some strange.

In a daze, Shang Ruyi thought of her future days, perhaps even the rest of her life, being spent in the splendid and solemn Nine Layers and Three Palaces. As a fragrance wafted by, Chu Ruoyan walked up beside her and softly said, "Sister."

"...!"

Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but tense up again.

She of course knew that after entering the palace she would face many complex people and matters, as Shen Wuzheng had long told her, but she did not expect the first person and matter she would encounter would be Chu Ruoyan.

However, she forced a wry smile: "What is it?"

Chu Ruoyan stared at her, her bright, captivating eyes no longer holding the schemes and malice when they met at Yichun Palace, nor the sharpness and anger in the confrontation at Taiji Palace, only a stillness akin to a calm, undisturbed sea.