Chapter 943 That's his eldest grandson!
Yuwen Qian raised his eyelids and looked at her: "You don't want him to win?"
Yu Mingyue frowned: "His greatest asset is his military achievements. Over the past ten years, he has made countless contributions to the Yuwen family. Although they are all attributed to the previous dynasty, in the Emperor's eyes, his ability to fight is a given!"
"..."
"In that case, he will always hold military power, which is our biggest obstacle!"
Yuwen Qian was silent for a moment, then said, "It's a fact that he can fight."
"Can--"
"We can find solutions for other things, but if he really gets involved, we shouldn't have any other ideas."
"..."
"Besides, the battle of Luoyang is no small matter, and I don't want my third brother to encounter any more danger."
Hearing him say that, Yu Mingyue knew that Yuwen Qian would not make a fuss about this matter anymore, so she could only give up. However, there was still resentment on her face. Yuwen Qian glanced at her and said, "As the crown prince, I am to inherit the throne and rule the Great Sheng Dynasty. But if even the country is gone, what use is it for me to be the crown prince?"
"..."
Yu Mingyue remained silent for a while before finally saying, "I understand what you mean."
"..."
"I'm just afraid that everything I'm doing now is just a stepping stone for someone else."
Yuwen Qian was taken aback, then looked up at her again, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "You mean—"
“Yuan Gan,”
When she uttered the name again, Yu Mingyue couldn't help but grit her teeth, pronouncing the two words with extraordinary intensity, as if she wanted to chew the name to pieces. She said, "The Emperor gave such a grand name to that little brat, doesn't Your Highness worry at all?"
Upon hearing the words "little brat," Yuwen Qian frowned slightly, seemingly unaccustomed to the term.
Yu Mingyue then added, "That's his eldest grandson!"
"..."
“He once changed Chengqing Hall to Chengqian Hall for you, and everyone understands what that means; but now, he named his grandson Yuangan, don’t you understand what that means?”
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Qian's gaze darkened slightly.
He could even sense that Yu Mingyue felt somewhat resentful when she said these words—she was Yuwen Qian's eldest son and the current Crown Prince of the Great Sheng Dynasty. Under normal circumstances, this eldest grandson should have been born to the Crown Prince and Crown Princess. If they had such a child, Yuwen Yuan would have been even more fond of them, and the Prince of Qin and Princess Qin would have had no chance to turn things around.
But now—
Yuwen Qian was silent for a moment, then said, "It's no use saying anything now that things have come to this."
Yu Mingyue also remained silent for a while, her gaze deepening as she muttered to herself, "Perhaps not..."
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The army's departure naturally caused a stir in Chang'an, but once the commotion subsided, even the loudest noise would gradually calm down. Within two days, the people of the city temporarily put aside the war at the front and went about their daily lives, and the palace returned to its usual tranquility.
Even quieter was Shang Ruyi.
Although Qianqiu Palace was only missing one person after Yuwen Ye's departure, Shang Ruyi felt as if a huge void had been left in her heart. That afternoon, she sat alone by the window, staring blankly at the sky outside without saying a word. She did the same the next day. After two or three days of this, Tu She'er became worried that it wasn't good for her to be like this, so she often brought Xiao Yuanzi over.
Seeing her babbling son, Shang Ruyi finally became more lively. She played with the energetic baby, who kept crawling around as soon as she put him next to her, like a restless puppy. After a while, her mood improved considerably.
Tushe'er added from the side, "Your Highness, you mustn't let yourself get bored. When His Highness the Prince of Qin left, he specifically instructed me not only to keep an eye on you to prevent you from running around, but also to make sure you eat well and sleep well."
As Shang Ruyi picked up her son, who was about to jump off the bed again, she glared at her with annoyance: "You listen to him."
Tushe'er said with a grin, "Whoever is good to the princess, this servant will listen to."
Shang Ruyi shook her head helplessly.
In truth, she wasn't the kind of woman who couldn't live without her husband. Besides, the two hadn't always been together since their marriage; most of the time, they'd seen him off to war, separated by distance. But this time, from pregnancy to childbirth, until Yuanzi was six or seven months old, Yuwen Ye had stayed by her side for a rare period. The two had never been so close before, so close that she had grown accustomed to his presence.
Habits are inherently a terrible thing.
Now that he's gone, not only is her body empty, but her heart is empty too, and she really feels a little unaccustomed to it.
Seeing that even Tushe'er said so, she suddenly felt that she was being too sentimental and had become unlike herself. Her ears burned, and she coughed twice to cover it up, saying, "You talk too much."
Even when Tushe'er was scolded, he just smiled.
In the days that followed, Shang Ruyi was no longer as depressed as before and returned to her usual tranquility. She would get up early every day to read books, talk and play with the toddler Yuangan, and when the weather was nice, she would take him to the inner palace to relax. When noble ladies and noblewomen came to the palace to pay their respects, Shang Ruyi was no longer as lazy as before. She met with them all, chatting and laughing, and was no longer affected by Yuwen Ye's departure.
On this rare day, Shang Ruyi had some free time and read for a while. Suddenly, she had a bright idea and asked someone to bring out the map she had been keeping in the cabinet. It was the same Luoyang city defense map that Yuwen Ye had been looking at every day before his expedition.
Watching her move and arrange some fruit on the table, Tushe'er chuckled and said, "Does the Princess also yearn to ride into battle?"
While peeling an orange, Shang Ruyi laughed and said, "I don't have that kind of ability."
"Why is the princess looking at this picture? We can't go there anyway."
"I want to see how the King of Qin will react."
"Aren't we going to Cijian?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Shang Ruyi looked up at her and smiled faintly.
Seeing the hidden meaning in her smile, Tushe'er blinked, about to say something, when she saw Woxue walk in from outside.
These days, whether she was quietly reading in the Qianqiu Palace, strolling in the inner court, or chatting with the princes and noblewomen who came to pay their respects, Shang Ruyi never forgot one thing: to send Wo Xue out—either to the Imperial Kitchen to get some snacks or to the Golden Jade Garden to deliver things to Madam Chu. In short, she was running back and forth almost non-stop, as if she was being tormented.
Fortunately, Wo Xue had practiced martial arts since childhood and had good physical strength. She didn't mind running back and forth every day.
She returned just then, still catching her breath, and went up to Shang Ruyi, saying, "Your Highness, I saw Lord Dong and several other officials go to the Lizheng Hall to discuss matters again."
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