Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 826 - 621: A Monk’s Robe Worn as Battle Armor

The next day, the snow finally stopped, but the drizzly silver-gray rain continued incessantly, a coldness even more biting than the chill of the deep winter.

Fortunately, before setting out, the army had already received thick winter clothing.

Shang Ruyi arrived at the entrance of the military camp, observing the soldiers dressed in their yellow cotton uniforms, each looking brand new and fresh.

In the army of the Da Ye Dynasty, the soldiers’ winter clothes were dark blue, but before ascending the throne, Yu Wenquan had already ordered the outer layers of the prepared winter clothing in the warehouse to be changed to yellow fabric to differentiate from the army of the old Dynasty, and also to make it clear to the soldiers for whom they were fighting.

"The Dasheng Dynasty claims to be of earth virtue, favoring yellow, and the color chosen by the Emperor is quite fitting."

A familiar voice suddenly echoed from behind, and Shang Ruyi turned around hurriedly, only to see Shen Wuzheng standing next to her. Due to the cold weather, he had also donned a padded outfit, yet it did not appear bulky. Instead, it highlighted his handsome and elegant demeanor, making him particularly noticeable in the camp.

Shang Ruyi immediately smiled and said, "Brother."

Shen Wuzheng smiled at her as well, but after a brief glance, his expression slightly darkened: "Why haven’t you rested well?"

"Huh?"

Shang Ruyi was momentarily puzzled, instinctively reaching up to touch her eyes.

Although she hadn’t had the chance to look in the mirror that morning, simply letting Wo Xue hastily tie up her hair and dress her properly before setting out, she somewhat understood. Having nearly stayed up all night again, her eyes must have been red and swollen, something she couldn’t hide from Shen Wuzheng.

She immediately smiled sheepishly and said, "Thinking about our departure today, I was a bit..."

Shen Wuzheng looked down at her for a moment, his brow suddenly furrowed.

But he didn’t say much more, only sighed softly and then said, "No matter how the battle outside turns out, your health is the most important. In the future, don’t stay up so late; it’s not good for you." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Shang Ruyi immediately smiled and said, "I understand."

Shen Wuzheng shook his head again, waved his hand and said, "Go quickly and get on your horse. We are about to depart. In the army, I can’t take too much care of you, so you must take care of yourself."

Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "Okay."

After speaking, she turned and walked toward the front of the ranks, where Wo Xue was already waiting with a horse for her. Shen Wuzheng’s gaze followed her as she walked forward, then slowly shifted to the other side of the formation, to Yu Wenye, the leading figure. He was also dressed in a neat and simple outfit, even with thick padded clothing, it did not obscure his slender waist and broad shoulders. Donning armor, he agilely mounted his horse, his figure as nimble as a leopard, exuding an intense aura even from a glance.

Yet, looking at him, Shen Wuzheng’s gaze gradually grew as cold as frost.

As if sensing that icy gaze, Yu Wenye was about to turn around but caught sight of the most familiar, yet somewhat unfamiliar figure among the troops next to him, causing him to halt his breath and focus intently—

It was Yu Wenqian, similarly clad in armor.

When he saw him, Yu Wenye’s eyes flickered slightly.

When they were younger, and throughout most of their time together since he could remember, Yu Wenqian had always been a gentle and elegant young man. Though he spent less time at home after traveling and studying, each meeting saw him dressed in white, holding prayer beads, resembling a cloud gracing the earthly realm, never staying long enough to be tainted by the mundane.

However, this cloud had ultimately returned to the mortal world and, at this moment, was even donning battle attire.

He was tall, not particularly robust, yet carried an underlying strength in his agile posture. The Black Hammer Armor fit him impeccably, inexplicably suitable. With his long hair neatly tied behind him, his exceptionally handsome face was more pronounced, eyes that smiled emitting a refined elegance and the poise of a cultured general.

Seeing him like this, Yu Wenye’s gaze deepened.

Yu Wenqian met his gaze, open and clear as a spring, even lowering his head to glance at himself, then he smiled at Yu Wenye and said, "What, does it not suit me?"

"..."

Yu Wenye looked at him for a moment, shook his head, "No, it suits you."

"Then why do you look at me like that, my younger brother?"

"I wouldn’t have thought that seeing my imperial brother in battle attire, it would suit you so well. It’s like—"

"Like what?"