Chapter 838 Don't make your nickname too heavy.
Shang Ruyi truly felt that there was a chill hidden in this cool weather.
Yuwen Cheng's question was extremely tricky—if they went along with what he said and it wasn't serious, then he could legitimately request Yuwen Yuan's permission to lead troops to attack the Eastern Capital, which was a situation they absolutely did not want to see.
Moreover, as the second sister-in-law, and in such a complicated environment, no matter what kind of injury Yuwen Cheng suffered, she could not say it was not serious; moreover, he was injured in the eyebrow, which was already a sensitive spot for Yuwen Yuan. If she dealt with it lightly, she was afraid she would offend the emperor.
However, if you say it's serious—
Yuwen Cheng was injured at Xingluo Granary. Although Shang Ruyi dismissed the incident with a few words at the mourning hall of the Duke of Shenwu, if we look closely, Yuwen Cheng was guilty of leaving the camp and returning to Chang'an without permission. However, Yan Buhuai injured Prince Qi, which is a serious crime. Moreover, Yan Buhuai was ordered by Yuwen Ye to guard Xingluo Granary. In the end, he was Yuwen Ye's man. Therefore, if we examine this crime carefully, it will probably fall on Yuwen Ye's head.
That would truly prove the saying "even siblings can have rifts, and brothers can turn against each other!"
Yuwen Cheng asked her this question, just like the words she had said to him at the mourning hall of the Duke of Shenwu. No matter how he answered, there would be an excuse to block his way out. But this time, it was she who was facing this dilemma.
For a moment, even the usually quick-witted Shang Ruyi was speechless, only looking at the scar on Yuwen Cheng's eyebrow with a complicated expression.
Yuwen Cheng stepped forward again: "Second sister-in-law, what do you think?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi clenched her fists secretly.
Just then, like heavenly music, a loud, cheerful laugh suddenly rang out beside her. Shang Ruyi hurriedly turned her head and saw a small hand reaching out from the swaddling clothes, grabbing Yuwen Yuan's beard, who had been listening intently to their conversation without any warning.
Yuwen Yuan was also startled and exclaimed softly, "Ouch!"
The baby in the swaddling clothes seemed very happy, grabbing the beard and refusing to let go, laughing incessantly. Yuwen Yuan was momentarily stunned, his head repeatedly bowed as the little hand tugged at him. Shang Ruyi panicked and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing the child's hand and gently patting the back of his hand twice, saying, "You, let go, let go of your imperial grandfather, let go!"
Of course, she didn't dare to really use force, after all, the child was still so small, and even if her fist was clenched tightly, it wouldn't be very big.
The child didn't feel any pain from the two pats; instead, he thought the adults were just playing with him. He held onto the beard tightly and grinned at them.
Shang Ruyi broke out in a cold sweat.
At this moment, Yuwen Yuan also came to his senses. Instead of being angry, he burst into laughter and waved his hand at Shang Ruyi, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Shang Ruyi didn't dare to move for a moment, and just stood aside, watching Yuwen Yuan's beaming face.
As the emperor laughed, he lowered his head to the child's strength, his eyes filled with loving kindness, making him seem almost unlike the Yuwen Yuan who had fought on the battlefield, slain countless enemies, and even built a mound of skulls. He seemed like a completely different person. After laughing for a while, he lowered his head and poked the child with the stubble on his cheek. The baby gurgled softly in the swaddling clothes, and then released his grip.
Shang Ruyi hurriedly said, "Father, it is my fault for not disciplining him properly—"
Before she could finish speaking, Yuwen Yuan glared at her and said, "What's the point of disciplining such a young child? He's just playing with me."
After saying that, he looked down at the baby in the swaddling clothes who had been pricked and was clearly unhappy, pouting and spitting out saliva bubbles, but still not crying. He laughed and said, "Little rascal, you're small but you're quite strong, just like your father."
Shang Ruyi's heart skipped a beat.
But she didn't say anything immediately. She just turned her head and glanced at Eunuch Yu, who had entered the pavilion when things were in chaos. At this moment, Eunuch Yu hurriedly stepped forward and presented a handkerchief to Yuwen Yuan, and said with a smile, "Oh dear, Your Majesty is enjoying the company of your grandson. Your Majesty has your face covered in drool from your grandson."
Yuwen Yuan laughed and said, "It's the same, no difference, no difference."
After saying that, she handed the swaddled baby back to Shang Ruyi, then took the handkerchief and wiped her face, saying with a smile, "This child is so good-looking. He's not even a month old yet, and he's already so round and chubby. He's even prettier than his father was when he was a child."
Shang Ruyi's eyes flickered again.
This appears to be the first time Yuwen Yuan has mentioned Yuwen Ye's childhood.
She remembered that Madam Dong married Yuwen Yuan during the most difficult time of his life, and passed away after giving birth to their eldest son. At that time, Yuwen Yuan was young and ambitious and needed to focus on important matters, so Yuwen Qian was raised almost entirely by Aunt Hui, and naturally there was no such scene of paternal affection as before. But Yuwen Ye was different. When he was born, Yuwen Yuan's position was already stable, and with Madam Guan still alive, Yuwen Yuan had a period of such intimacy with him.
This contrast between estrangement and closeness is also the reason why his feelings towards these two children are particularly complex.
Thinking of this, she deliberately smiled and said, "I thought you must have been very pretty when you were little."
A hint of tenderness flashed in Yuwen Yuan's eyes, and his voice softened considerably as he said, "Of course he's handsome, otherwise I wouldn't have given him that nickname. But—"
At this point, he suddenly seemed to come to his senses again. He looked at Shang Ruyi, then at Yuwen Cheng, and finally his gaze fell on the baby struggling to stay afloat in the swaddling clothes. He suddenly covered his forehead and sighed, "It's my fault for being so foolish. He's almost a month old and I still haven't given him a name."
Shang Ruyi smiled and said, "Father has so many important national affairs to worry about every day, the child's name doesn't matter."
Yuwen Yuan said, "We'll talk about his formal name when he's a month old. As for his nickname—"
Having said that, he stood up and walked to Shang Ruyi, then looked down at the baby in the swaddling clothes. The baby's chubby little face exuded a milky fragrance, and perhaps because he was approaching, it became excited again, its big, dark eyes widening as it reached out to grab him, as if trying to tug at his beard. Yuwen Yuan smiled and said, "Let's call him Yuanzi!"
Shang Ruyi's heart skipped a beat.
She didn't speak immediately, but glanced at Eunuch Yu again. Just then, the baby in the swaddling clothes let out a soft cry, whether laughing or fussing, it was hard to tell, but the baby's voice was so sweet and endearing that it softened anyone's heart. Eunuch Yu covered his mouth and chuckled, "Your Majesty's name is quite something, the little prince is about to throw a tantrum."
Yuwen Yuan also laughed.
He laughed as he said, "Don't make it too heavy for a nickname."
Yuwen Cheng, who was standing to the side, immediately frowned.
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