The two of them exchanged a glance and both started to laugh.
Because these two girls were teasing, Shang Ruyi’s mood wasn’t as low, and indeed, in her heart, there erged a faint and elusive belief—
Yu Wenye, he won’t lose, right?
No, he won’t...
Although she didn’t know as much as the person who had been stirring up the winds and clouds in Fufeng, hidden behind the fog these days, the only reliance she could choose for her future was Yu Wenquan. But she wasn’t entirely confident about how his sons would turn out.
But Yu Wenye, he won’t lose... will he?
If even he were to fall here, and the future of Yu Wenqian, which she vaguely knew, who would this splendid land ultimately be handed over to after passing through Yu Wenquan’s hands?
Yu Wencheng?
The thought of that child who once brutally beat up an old beggar in the streets of Luoyang for amusent sent a chill down Shang Ruyi’s spine. If it were true, then where would the "prosperous era" co from?
Even soone as extraordinarily intelligent as Chu Yang couldn’t achieve it, let alone Yu Wencheng?
Upon thinking this, she felt a bit more certain and cald down. Thus, she silently waited for half a day, and as the drizzling rain outside gradually subsided, the three-day continuous rain finally stopped near dusk.
As the rain stopped, Shang Ruyi heard a sound from inside the room.
She quickly got up, pushed the door open, and went inside. Sure enough, she saw Yu Wenye was already awake, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, both hands resting by his sides. Although his posture was one of calm repose, his entire being was filled with a latent power; moreover, his face showed no signs of the confusion or slackness often seen upon waking from a long slumber, instead radiating a renewed vigor, especially the restrained brilliance in his eyes. As he looked up at Shang Ruyi entering the room, it almost instantly captured her soul.
Shang Ruyi felt her heartbeat beco sowhat erratic.
She suppressed the stir in her heart and slowly stepped forward: "You—"
Before she could finish speaking, she heard Yu Wenye say: "You ca just in ti. Bring the Bright Armor."
"...!"
Hearing this, Shang Ruyi’s heart sank a little.
But she didn’t ask further.
The heavy Bright Armor had long been instructed by her to be cleaned and sent to the room. Hearing Yu Wenye’s words, she imdiately brought it over herself. Yu Wenye had already gotten off the bed, standing in the center of the room with arms outstretched, and she began to help him put it on piece by piece.
The Bright Armor, made of refined iron, weighed dozens of pounds on the body. As each piece of the armor was put on, Shang Ruyi clearly felt Yu Wenye’s breathing grow heavier.
Yet, he did not retreat but gritted his teeth and persisted.
After the final belt was fastened, Shang Ruyi took a deep breath and looked up at him—these days, the tornt of severe illness had indeed left him sowhat thinner, and his expression betrayed traces of exhaustion. But all of this could not conceal the valiant aura emanating from him. Adorned in armor, he resembled a sword about to be unsheathed at any mont, its edge gradually revealing itself, dazzling to the eyes!
Perhaps it was because his appearance of comatose weakness in recent days had been so worrying, so deeply etched into her mind, that at this mont, seeing the formidable and distinguished man before her, Shang Ruyi even felt a sense of having glimpsed a different lifeti.
She softly said: "You—"
Yu Wenye looked down at her, his eyes flickering slightly: "What is it?"
Shang Ruyi remained silent for a while, finally swallowing the untily words she had in mind, rely furrowing her brows and looking at him, saying: "Is it really tonight?"
Yu Wenye took a deep breath and said: "Indeed."
"He won’t wait another two days?"
"No."
"Why?"
Yu Wenye narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing through them: "Xue Xian should have realized that another group of forces has gotten involved in the Fufeng conflict."
"..."
"Since that group of people could burn his supplies, his retreat back to Longxi has been blocked. If he doesn’t imdiately counterattack while his forces are still intact, once his supplies are completely exhausted—forget about continuing the fight against Fufeng, his own survival will beco a significant issue."
"...!"
Shang Ruyi was sowhat shocked, her eyes widening.
At that mont, another set of urgent, familiar footsteps sounded from outside. It was Mu Xian hurriedly running to them, standing at the door and loudly calling: "General!"
Yu Wenye looked up: "What is it?"
Mu Xian replied: "The Longxi Army has started moving!"
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