Chapter 497 Only the most incompetent man would steal a woman's credit.
When Yuwen Ye handed the empty bowl to Tushe'er, he looked down and met Shang Ruyi's almost admiring gaze. He was puzzled, and although he didn't want to talk to her, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Hmm, it's nothing."
Shang Ruyi quickly shook her head.
Yuwen Ye glared at her again, no longer wanting to pay attention to her, and turned to go into the inner room, where he lay down on the bed.
Shang Ruyi also sensed this. She vaguely felt that Yuwen Ye seemed angry again, just like when he first came home. But if she asked him, he would definitely not be angry—maybe the more she asked, the angrier he would get.
With that thought in mind, she didn't say anything more, sent Tushe'er away, and sat down in front of the dressing table.
Although it was just a family dinner, she had still carefully combed her hair and put on several elegant hair accessories. Now, she took them off herself, and her long hair, still slightly damp, cascaded down like a piece of fine silk, covering her back.
Shang Ruyi looked at herself in the bronze mirror, picked up a comb, and gently began to comb her hair.
Meanwhile, he sorted out his thoughts.
When a comet appears, disaster strikes.
These six words are not difficult to understand, but judging from Yuwen Yuan's attitude today and his reluctance to discuss the passing of Emperor Wen, Shang Ruyi vaguely felt that these six seemingly simple words might conceal a more complex truth.
Or rather, Shenzhen Machinery.
Moreover, tomorrow the emperor will gather Yuwen Yuan, Ji Hong, Pei Xu, and his uncle Shen Shiyan to discuss this matter, and it's uncertain what the outcome will be.
Does my uncle really know anything?
Another thing that bothered Shang Ruyi was that when they met at the pavilion outside the city today, Pei Xingyuan mentioned that Shen Wuzheng had been in close contact with the people of the Imperial Observatory these days, and that he had even found Shen Wuzheng at the Imperial Observatory today.
Is there anything in this matter that is related to Shen Wuzheng?
With just one picture, Shen Wuzheng could cause the two leaders of Wanggang Village to kill each other, and even lead Wanggang Village to its eventual disintegration. If he were to face the prophecy "When a comet appears, disaster will follow," what would he do?
She pondered deeply in front of the bronze mirror, but failed to notice that the coolness that had just been brought in by the night breeze in the quiet room was gradually being replaced by a scorching, even restless, atmosphere.
And that aura all came from the person on the bed, who was silent and even somewhat stiff.
Just then, a figure suddenly rushed up behind Shang Ruyi. She was stunned and only had time to see a pair of eyes reflected in the bronze mirror. They were originally cold and stern, but now they were burning with passion as if they were about to spew flames. Then, she suddenly took to the air!
She was suddenly picked up horizontally and carried in someone's arms!
"well?"
Shang Ruyi was shocked and was about to say something when she was roughly pushed onto the bed. Before she could react, a hot body pressed down on her like a mountain.
Immediately afterwards, she was enveloped by waves of heat from his burning body temperature, and in an instant, she lost consciousness.
A sudden downpour soaked the parched land.
By the time the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, it was already midnight. Outside the window, the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves onto the bluestone slabs could still be heard from time to time, making the night seem even deeper.
Shang Ruyi lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, as if she had been soaked by rain.
She was breathing heavily and trembling.
A rough, still slightly hot hand gently stroked her sweaty, smooth back, completely devoid of the fierce brutality of her earlier plunder, carrying only a tender gentleness after satisfaction.
Shang Ruyi was rather angry. She turned around and faced him, saying fiercely, "You're so annoying!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain in my collarbone.
"ah!"
She gasped softly as Yuwen Ye lowered his head and bit her collarbone. Although it wasn't hard, her skin was already fragile from his previous rough treatment, and this bite made Shang Ruyi tremble with pain, tears welling up in her eyes: "What are you doing!"
Yuwen Ye raised his head again and glared at her: "What are you talking about me for!"
Both of them were panting, their breaths still carrying the lingering afterglow of their recent entanglement. They weren't really angry, but Shang Ruyi was still upset, yet she didn't know how to vent her anger. She just glared at Yuwen Ye again and turned her face away.
The sweaty hand that had been stroking her tightened slightly, wrapping around her waist and pulling her into his arms.
Shang Ruyi didn't struggle and just let the person behind her hug her.
After a while, he tightened his grip slightly and held her even tighter.
Skin to skin, so close that their breaths and heartbeats seemed to merge into one. Only then did they both calm the mixed emotions of anger and joy within them. Yuwen Ye lowered his head, gently stroking the slender, sweat-dampened shoulder with his lips, and said, "Alright."
"..."
Shang Ruyi turned around and glanced at him.
That glance, seemingly angry but not resentful, yet filled with boundless charm, suddenly made my heart race and my breathing quicken again.
Yuwen Ye frowned and said, "Don't you dare provoke me again!"
Shang Ruyi pouted and immediately turned her head away—who had provoked him!
So she made up her mind not to talk to him tonight. However, the two of them were so close together, their skin pressed together, listening to the continuous sound of rain outside, which was also a kind of enjoyment. Shang Ruyi even felt that the burning pain on her body was not so uncomfortable. Gradually, her heart softened, and her body sank more softly into that tight embrace that was almost suffocating.
The two of them nestled together, breathing in each other's scent.
After a while, Yuwen Ye finally suppressed his anger and gradually became drowsy, so he slowly closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, the person in his arms whispered, "Feng Chen?"
"Um?"
He didn't open his eyes, but only responded to her softly.
Shang Ruyi said softly, "I have a question for you."
"What's up?"
"Did you really include me in this battle report?"
"……Um."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you write my name in the battle report?"
"..."
Although he still hadn't opened his eyes, Yuwen Ye couldn't help but laugh. He gently stroked her slender waist with one hand and said lazily, "Why can't I write it? This time, the biggest victory in Fufeng was won by you, and you annihilated nearly 100,000 enemies in one battle. Don't you want that kind of praise?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "But wouldn't that divide your spoils?"
What she had always been concerned about was Yuwen Qian's presence in Fufeng. If he were to participate in the war and Fufeng won a great victory, he would steal the spoils. Although his words when he left revealed his true feelings and made Shang Ruyi understand that he did not covet the fruits of Fufeng's victory, Shang Ruyi felt somewhat ashamed of her own petty behavior.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it was they who took the spoils.
More importantly, as a general, his greatest victory in the campaign against Fufeng was won by a woman, which not only stole his limelight but also made him lose face as a general.
Yuwen Ye, do you really not mind at all?
Just then, Yuwen Ye chuckled softly, and in that chuckle, there was a clear hint of anger. Before Shang Ruyi could react, she felt another burning pain on her shoulder.
Yuwen Ye bit her again!
Shang Ruyi immediately turned around in his arms and glared at him, her eyes red, and said, "What are you doing?!"
"What are you saying I'm doing!"
Yuwen Ye was even more self-righteous than her, and sneered, "Who do you take me for? The battle with the most kills was won under your command. Just because I'm a man and I want to accumulate merit, do you want to steal your merits?"
"..."
“Let me tell you, I’m not afraid of others being better than me, I’m only afraid of not being good enough; I’m not afraid of others’ achievements surpassing mine, I’m only afraid of not being able to create any achievements myself.”
"..."
"I also want to tell you that only the most incompetent men would steal a woman's credit."
"..."
After he finished speaking these angry words, he was still panting, but the whole room suddenly fell silent.
In the dim light, only Shang Ruyi's clear eyes, so close to his, shone brighter than the stars that had streaked across the dark sky the night before, as she stared intently at him.
After a while, she suddenly let out a soft moan and turned her head away.
Curled up in that comforting embrace, Shang Ruyi's cheeks burned and her heart pounded.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to her. She clearly remembered that the first time she saw this handsome man in the sunlight at the door of her room in the Shen mansion, she had experienced such an uncontrollable and intense heartbeat. After they got married, there were countless times during their time together that made her relive that heartbeat, but each time it seemed to be more intense and harder for her to control than the last.
She seems to be liking him more and more too.
In fact, she wasn't entirely indifferent to the fact that she had won the battle but couldn't leave her name. After all, it was the fire attack method she had racked her brains to come up with, and she had her own pride. However, there was no precedent for a woman to serve as a general in this dynasty, and it was indeed not her turn to be rewarded for her merits. Therefore, she felt regretful and was extra careful to protect this victory from being stolen by others.
But to my surprise, Yuwen Ye was so candid.
He acknowledges the strength of others because it doesn't mean he himself is weak; on the contrary, the strength of others motivates him to seek greater power, which in turn makes him stronger.
This is the belief that a true strong person should have!
At this moment, Shang Ruyi remembered what she had told him outside Banyan Temple—that he was a miracle given to her by the gods and Buddhas.
In her most panicked and helpless state, she "abandoned" Yuwen Qian and chose him instead. No, to be precise, she chose the son of the Duke of Sheng—the son other than Yuwen Qian. To her, he was like a spring she encountered in the last moments of her life when she was parched.
At that time, she couldn't think about whether the life-saving spring water tasted bitter, was full of mud and sand and difficult to swallow, or even poisonous.
But in order to protect her family, she couldn't think too much and had to make a choice, and then she had to bear all the consequences of that choice.
But she never expected that the spring water bestowed upon her by heaven would not only quench her thirst, but would also be a refreshing and sweet spring water that could soothe the soul and heal her heartbreak—a spring water that people would search the whole world for but could never find.
What else could this be but a miracle?
At this moment, this "miracle" was also somewhat bewildered when faced with his wife, who had suddenly turned her back to him, remained silent, and was breathing erratically. He shook Shang Ruyi's thin shoulders and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
"..."
"say!"
"..."
"Shang Ruyi!"
He reached out to shake her again, but the little girl in his arms suddenly turned around to face him. She glanced at him briefly before snuggling into his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his lean waist. She nestled against his chest like a cold cat, her obedience and gentleness beyond words.
In an instant, Yuwen Ye's heart was softened by her sudden closeness.
He was caught off guard, but he instinctively slowed his breathing, reached out, and gently wrapped his arms around her back, making her press closer to him. He whispered, "What's wrong with you now?"
"..."
The person in his arms remained silent for a long while before whispering, "God, you've been so good to me."
What?
Yuwen Ye frowned slightly—what does this have to do with fate?
Aren't they the opposite now?
He was about to rebuke her for her nonsensical words when he saw Shang Ruyi bury her face even deeper into his chest, muttering, "I originally... I originally only wanted to be the daughter-in-law of the Duke of Sheng..."
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and even when the two of them were close together, her words became somewhat indistinct.
However, Yuwen Ye also vaguely sensed something, and his breath hitched. But what made his breath hitched even harder was the feeling of her warm breath on his chest, so hot that it made his beating heart start to burn.
A flame reignited in his chest.
Yuwen Ye took a few deep breaths and then exhaled, trying to suppress the fire within him. But to his surprise, not only did he fail to suppress it, but the flames spread like wildfire, instantly engulfing his entire being, even his reason. At this moment, he could no longer endure it. He gritted his teeth, rolled over, and once again pressed the soft body in his arms beneath him.
Suddenly, the quiet room was filled with the sounds of struggling and rolling.
After a series of sticky, panting breaths, a somewhat pitiful voice rang out in the night—
"I...I'm so tired..."
"I'll sleep tomorrow."
...
The night grew even deeper.
After an unknown amount of time, Shang Ruyi finally fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from all the torment.
But just as she was sound asleep, she felt someone pushing her. Exhausted and still immersed in a hazy, sweet dream, she could only mumble, "Don't touch me. You promised last night that I could sleep tonight..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft "pfft" was heard.
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