Shang Ruyi felt a wave of bitterness and softly asked, "Then why didn’t you tell him?"
"..."
"Can’t you see, back then Lei Yu had—"
"..."
Yu Wenye looked down at her and said calmly, "I know, but Lei Yu and I were never ant to be."
Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi thought again and imdiately understood—at that ti, Yu Wenye only had Empress Jiang in his heart, and although Lei Yu cared for him, she wasn’t like him with an engagent to the Yuwen Family, allowing them to naturally beco husband and wife; plus, she herself was proud and unlikely to speak out.
Shang Ruyi said, "If that’s the case, you should tell Mr. Pei."
Yu Wenye shook his head, "Anyone could tell him, anyone but ."
"Why?"
"Because,"
Yu Wenye sighed deeply and said, "Even as n, we have our pride in matters of the heart. Not being loved is one thing, but knowing that you are not only unlovable but a second choice, chosen for so... expediency, is the greatest hurt."
"..."
"If Lei Yu can’t love Xing Yuan, and Xing Yuan can’t understand his own feelings, even if they are matched together, they won’t be happy."
Second choice...
Chosen for expediency...
Shang Ruyi’s heart trembled a bit, along with cold sweat forming on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and soon it wet the strands of hair at her temples. Although she had just bathed, feeling fresh and clean, at this mont she seed a bit disheveled.
Yu Wenye imdiately sensed her discomfort, looking down at the copper mirror to see a slightly pale person: "What’s wrong?"
"Uh?"
Shang Ruyi looked up at him in the mirror, her gaze slightly panicked, then she quickly looked down again: "Nothing, just a bit hot."
"Hot?"
Having just had so wine, though not enough to get drunk, there was indeed so restlessness in his heart.
Yu Wenye stepped forward to push open the window in front.
Suddenly, a breeze rushed into the room, dispersing the long-standing oppressive air inside, making the heart feel inexplicably lighter, but Shang Ruyi’s heart seed weighed down by an invisible stone, which the breeze now seed to sway.
She softly said, "Feng Chen..."
"Hmm?"
Yu Wenye responded while reaching out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the large fingers that could snap a grown man’s neck at this mont extrely gentle, the warmth from the palm passing into Shang Ruyi’s heart, causing her heart to twinge slightly.
The voice halted at her heart.
Seeing her only call his na and then fall silent, Yu Wenye looked down and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Just then, the voice of Chang Wan sounded outside the window—
"Young master?"
Upon hearing these words, both were startled and instinctively looked up to see a graceful figure standing outside the courtyard gate—it was Yu Wenqian!
No one knew when he had arrived or how long he had been watching, and a sense of bewildernt showed on his handso face until the voice beside him prompted him to slowly turn his head. Apparently, Chang Wan had just walked over and caught sight of him, exclaiming in surprise, which startled everyone inside and outside the courtyard.
Especially Yu Wenqian, who seed to wake from a dream, his once misty eyes quickly returning to clarity.
Then, he smiled faintly.
"Elder brother?"
Upon seeing him, Yu Wenye put down the wooden comb, leaving a sentence, "I’ll go and check" before turning to leave, leaving Shang Ruyi alone in front of the copper mirror, looking at the figure outside the window, montarily unable to collect her thoughts before quickly snapping back to awareness.
What was I just thinking?
Originally worried about Pei Xingyuan, he had experienced too many things in just a couple of days, both Lei Yu and Su Qinglan appeared uneventful on the surface, yet Shang Ruyi could sense sothing having collapsed before it fully ford; in places unseen by them, Pei Xingyuan could only stand alone amidst the ruins, hanging in isolation.
It was clearly just concern for a good friend.
Yet why, did this unease touch my heart?
What was I trying to say just now...?
And—Yu Wenqian.
Although seeing him was just a brief mont from misty to clear eyes, Shang Ruyi found it strange, not that Yu Wenqian had co this way, but his recent gaze.
For so reason, she felt she saw an expression almost akin to envy.
Was it an illusion?
Yes, an illusion.
In the current situation, everyone knows, although the plague hasn’t been completely eradicated, the results of dividing the two cities for governance are obvious, Yu Wenqian has won grandly, and the "great reward" ntioned by Yu Wenquan has long settled on his head.
Once the plague ends, it will be Yu Wenquan’s big event.
So, that "great reward" will be an unprecedented glory.
If the future is bright, would you still envy anyone, anything else?
While Shang Ruyi felt her mind tangled, Yu Wenye walked back slowly. Shang Ruyi imdiately stood up to greet him: "Where’s elder brother?"
"He left."
"What did he co for?"
Yu Wenye’s expression remained usual, but an unconscious slight frown ford at his brow, "He just ca to tell that the patients in Yanzuo Square have mostly recovered and can be released from the city in these two days. He wants Lin Shian and the dical officers to help at Changle Square."
"..."
Shang Ruyi furrowed her brow.
She instinctively turned her head, looking through the window, only to see that graceful figure departing from the courtyard gate, leaving only a breeze blowing through. Shang Ruyi murmured solemnly, "So he won."
The outco is already evident.
While Shang Ruyi frowned in contemplation, Yu Wenye walked over, gently pressing her back into the seat at the dressing table, his hand sweeping over her long hair, feeling it still damp, then gently combing it once more.
For so reason, his hand seed gentler than before.
Shang Ruyi sat there in a daze, looking at the person reflected behind her in the copper mirror, especially those sharp, reserved eyes.
She said, "Do you have any counterasures?"
Yu Wenye gently combing her long hair, said, "Didn’t we already agreed that we couldn’t win this ti, and in a situation of inevitable loss, laid out this series of strategies to bring out that Yu Mingyue."
"..."
"What more counterasures do we need?"
Shang Ruyi was silent for a mont, looking at him, softly said, "But I feel—you are not soone who easily admits defeat."
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