Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 833 - 625: A Military Coat?

Unlike the piercing cold wind atop Cangbai Mountain, the troops taking the eastern route remained trapped in the incessant rain. Even though the night was as dark as ink, the thick, swirling clouds overhead raged like tumultuous tides. The campfire couldn’t be lit in the open and had to be moved inside the tents, casting flickering shadows of those huddled around for warmth against the tent walls, like a series of desolate and absurd shadow puppet shows—no one watched, yet they played on relentlessly.

The only one who would spare them a glance was Yu Wenqian, standing at the entrance of his tent, watching the chaotic silhouettes across the hundreds of nearby tents.

Despite the dim light surrounding him, his eyes remained as clear and bright as ever, seemingly untouched by the fatigue and mud accumulated from the past few days of travel. However, deep within those bright eyes, when he gazed northward, there seemed to be something surging, akin to the unpredictable clouds above.

Yet, no one could see it clearly.

Cold wind mixed with icy rain swept across his face, entering his tent. Seeing the fire in the brazier nearly extinguished, a pair of fair hands draped a thick wind cloak over his shoulders.

Yu Wenqian didn’t immediately react until after a moment, when he seemed to feel a hint of warmth, and slowly turned around.

What met his eyes was the radiant face of Yu Mingyue.

Perhaps it was thanks to her ill-fated mother, who was yet praised as a "beauty" by the villagers around Ban Yan Temple—her appearance was stunning. Her beauty was so direct it bordered on vulgarity, yet it was a beauty that reached so far it became indescribable; still, she maintained a sense of indifference, even scorn, towards the world, with the only exception being the gaze she reserved for him.

But even at such close proximity, that radiant yet sharp gaze seemed unable to discern the melancholy surging in his eyes, merely expressing concern, "It’s cold, come inside and rest."

Yu Wenqian remained silent for a moment, then looked down at the wind cloak on his shoulders.

He smiled, "I didn’t even notice."

Before the tent flap fell, Yu Mingyue glanced outside again and said, "Rain and snow weather is colder than just snow. You were standing at the windy spot for so long that your body lost its warmth. Of course, you couldn’t feel it."

"..."

"If you keep getting blasted by the wind, you’ll catch a cold."

Yu Wenqian was not hearing such strange yet intriguing terms from her for the first time, but over more than a year of acquaintance, some things she explained clearly, and some he could understand on his own, so it didn’t impede his comprehension of her words.

Thus he smiled and replied, "Alright."

With that, he returned to the table with her, sitting down. Without the intrusion of the cold wind, the fire in the brazier flared up again, and some smothering heat wafted over, causing Yu Wenqian a bit of discomfort.

As he was lost in thought, Yu Mingyue, sitting opposite, looked at him, "Have you figured out how to fight this battle?"

"..."

Yu Wenqian paused for a moment, then replied with a faint smile, "Not yet."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mingyue’s brows furrowed, "Then why haven’t you asked me yet?"

"..."

"He Xin, this Crown Prince position—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Yu Wenqian looked at her, half-smiling, "Mingyue, you should remember, I am now the Han King."

Yu Mingyue’s eyes flickered, "So what?"

"..."

"Can’t I still call you He Xin?"

Yu Wenqian shook his head and said, "I just want to remind you, this place is different from where you came from."

"..."

"Although I cannot fully understand what kind of place you come from, you need to understand this place—addressing Prince Han directly by his name is overstepping, a punishable offense."

"..."

Yu Mingyue looked at him for a moment.

Unlike Yu Wenqian’s ever-gentle eyes, hers remained sharp, even more fearless and undaunted than armies cutting through resistance, and after a while, she spoke softly, "Indeed."

"..."

"In my current identity, calling you by your name is indeed presumptuous."

"..."

"Then I must—"

At that moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside, as if several soldiers had rushed to their tent, urgently calling, "Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenqian immediately stood up.

Yu Mingyue furrowed her brows but didn’t say anything, merely stood up to follow. Yu Wenqian personally pulled open the tent flap, revealing three soldiers in rain capes standing at the entrance. Clearly, they were the patrol team tonight; upon seeing Yu Wenqian emerge, they immediately cupped their hands in salute.