Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 834 - 625: A Military Uniform? (Part 2)

"Greetings, Prince Han."

Yu Wenqian calmly waved his hand: "What’s the matter?"

The soldier standing in front lifted his head, breathing heavily: "While we were patrolling just now, we suddenly spotted shadows outside the camp. We thought it might be the enemy approaching, and were about to sound the alarm, but then they threw something over to us."

"Something? What is it?"

"It’s this."

The soldier finished speaking and signaled to his comrade behind him. Another soldier immediately stepped forward, presenting the item in his hands to Yu Wenqian.

Yu Wenqian glanced down and instantly furrowed his brows.

It was a military coat?

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Almost at the same time, on the western line, Yu Wenye and his team finally returned to the camp.

By this time, nearly all the soldiers had already retired for the night, but several bonfires still burned within the camp, and the patrolling soldiers were holding torches high. They quickly spotted the three, and someone immediately stepped forward to lead the horses, welcoming them into the camp and guiding them into the Central Army Tent.

Upon entering the tent, it was still brightly lit.

Shen Tu Tai had long retired, but unexpectedly, Shang Ruyi had remained in the tent accompanied by Shantong’er, who was crouched beside her muttering something, seemingly urging her to rest. Yet Shang Ruyi gently smiled and said, "I’ll wait a little longer. Once they return, I’ll—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Yu Wenye and Shen Wuzheng walked in with Nie Chong, their bodies enveloped in the cold dampness of the night dew.

She immediately stood up in surprise: "You’ve come back—"

Once again, she paused mid-sentence, not because she was interrupted, but because she noticed Yu Wenye not only carried the chill of the night dew but also emitted a palpable aura of hostility that seemed to pierce through anyone near him. And his mouth, was it just a trick of her eyes, appeared faintly red.

Even more astonishing was that Shen Wuzheng had bruises on his chin and cheekbones and held one arm in an unnatural manner, as if it had been dislocated and then reset.

Both of them bore traces of dirt and grass, clearly they had engaged in a skirmish.

Shang Ruyi immediately became tense, fixating on the two: "What happened to you? Did you encounter the enemy?"

Yu Wenye glanced at her, seemingly about to explain, yet hesitated. It was Shen Wuzheng who spoke gently and said, "It’s nothing, just minor injuries."

Shang Ruyi was anxious—how could this be considered minor?

Earlier she had been uneasy about Yu Wenye, as King Qin, personally going to gather intelligence, and then sending Shen Wuzheng along with him. She had been on edge all night, maintaining a smile for Shantong’er who came to offer comfort, yet only she knew the anxiety consuming her; now, even though they returned safely, they bore injuries, how could she not inquire further?

Yet looking at Shen Wuzheng, his brow creased into a furrowed line, still offering a gentle smile, she realized he would not reveal anything.

Moreover, this brother who appeared gentle was actually resolute, and once he made up his mind, he would not be swayed.

So, Shang Ruyi turned to the side.

Yu Wenye appeared a stern figure by nature, rarely showing emotion. At this moment, although his face was expressionless, his lips were tightly pressed, creating a formidable presence. Not to mention his aura of cold hostility from the damp night that made Shang Ruyi hold her breath.

She found herself with little room to speak.

Yet unexpectedly, it was Yu Wenye who spoke, his voice still cool yet directed at her, saying calmly: "We just ran into a few small-time thieves, dealt with it and it’s nothing."

"...!"

Shang Ruyi stood stunned, her eyes wide open.

This was, perhaps, the first time in recent days he had taken the initiative to speak to her.

She could hardly believe her ears, but the voice she heard was unmistakably his, low and slightly hoarse with fatigue. Shang Ruyi’s throat tightened, and after a while, she softly replied, "Oh."

Shen Wuzheng glanced at Yu Wenye without any visible change in expression.

Yu Wenye had already walked over to the main seat, his gaze fixed intently on the map spread out, and then spoke: "Nie Chong—, all of you, leave us. We need to discuss tomorrow’s deployment. Also, send word to assemble and march at 5 AM, no errors allowed."