Chapter 616 Yu Mingyue's "Ability"
"yes……"
Su Qinglan nodded gently. Just as she was wondering why she asked that, she suddenly remembered something, and her eyes dimmed.
But she didn't say much, only bowed to Shang Ruyi, and then turned and left.
Shang Ruyi stood at the palace gate, watching the slender figure walk away and disappear into the silent night before looking up at the moon overhead. Although it looked fuller than the previous two days, it was still a crescent moon, not a perfect one.
The waxing and waning of the moon has always been an imperfect cycle.
Moreover, for someone like her, living in such an extremely wealthy royal family, seeking stability would likely require her to seek it amidst even greater storms.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi sighed softly and turned to walk back.
Time passed slowly, and another half hour went by. The moon was high in the sky, and the discussions in the Hundred Blessings Hall finally reached a certain stage. Yuwen Yuan had Yu Gonggong personally escort Yu Mingyue out of the palace early on. After clarifying some matters, he then sent Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan out of the palace to prepare for the expedition the next day.
The young eunuch who had previously led the way for Shang Ruyi and Su Qinglan with a lantern came forward again, smiling obsequiously as he led the two ladies on their way.
However, their journey was much more tedious, and they also progressed much faster than the two people who had just crossed the road.
They soon exited Hanguang Gate. After the eunuch behind them bowed and said goodbye, then turned to leave, Pei Xingyuan immediately turned around, his eyes gleaming even in the dark night, staring intently at Shen Wuzheng: "Hey!"
Shen Wuzheng seemed to know that he had been holding back all the way, and simply said, "Speak properly."
Pei Xingyuan ignored him and said impatiently, "You still have the mind to talk about this? You're in big trouble!"
"oh?"
"I think they're targeting you."
"Who?"
"Who else could it be? The Prince of Han and Yu Mingyue!"
Pei Xingyuan frowned, recalling everything that had happened in the past few days. His usually playful attitude turned serious and solemn. He said, "You, the secretary and military advisor, are someone they wanted to prepare for this battle by having you accompany the army to the front!"
"..."
"It must be because you helped Feng Chen in the process of controlling the plague that they want to take action against you!"
"..."
"That Yu Mingyue, she, she really can—predict the future!"
Mentioning those four words again sent chills down Pei Xingyuan's spine.
He lived a carefree life and did not fear ghosts and gods like some others, but respecting ghosts and gods while keeping them at a distance was his consistent principle. The "foresight" mentioned earlier was more of a praise for certain wise people.
These so-called "prophetic abilities" of wise men are, in fact, more about speculating on human nature and deducing changes in the overall situation, thereby predicting how events will unfold. They are accurate on a grand scale, but not necessarily precise on a small scale.
But the bright moon may be different.
This time, he truly felt the extent of the other party's knowledge and abilities—
Nearly demonic!
Therefore, he was able to predict that Yuwen Ye would contract the plague during the Battle of Fufeng, and bought up all the medicinal materials in Guanzhong in advance. He also took Shen Wuzheng into account before the Battle of Taiyuan broke out.
Upon hearing Pei Xingyuan's words, Shen Wuzheng's aura also deepened.
The moment he heard the urgent military report from Taiyuan, he realized that he had been tricked—no, in fact, he had sensed something was wrong from the moment Eunuch Yu came to the Shen family to deliver the imperial decree until he took office.
"No, she is not a prophet."
"Not prophetic? Then what is it?"
"..."
Shen Wuzheng pondered for a long time before saying, "It seems that she doesn't know divination, but simply knows."
"Simply knowing?"
Pei Xingyuan repeated the sentence, seemingly understanding but not quite, and said, "You mean, she simply knows what will happen in the future?"
Shen Wuzheng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, not exactly."
Pei Xingyuan's eyes widened: "Not that? Then what is it?"
Shen Wuzheng thought for a moment, seemingly considering his words, and after a long while, he said softly, "She seems to think that the things that are going to happen in the future are like things in a box to her, or like words written in a book."
"..."
"She opened it and knew what it was."
"..."
"Like the poem she just wrote."
When the poem was mentioned, Pei Xingyuan's eyes lit up, but his brows furrowed even more as he said, "This woman is not as good as Ruyi in her words and deeds, let alone you, but I never expected that she could write such a good poem."
As he spoke, he repeated: "The palace gates open to the heavens, and the officials of all nations pay homage to the emperor!"
"..."
"No matter how you look at it, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who has that kind of spirit."
"so,"
Shen Wuzheng said, "What I just said is that what she knows is not something she thought of, nor is it something she foresaw. It's more like it was written in a book, and she opened it, found that section, and only then did she know."
"..."
"Including the poem she just wrote."
Pei Xingyuan looked at him and said, "I don't understand."
As Shen Wuzheng walked forward, he said, "Just now, when she and Ruyi were composing poems, I was paying attention to them. Ruyi's poem must have been prepared while she was playing in the Thousand Steps Corridor. Of course, it wasn't the best, but in such a short time, and to be able to touch His Majesty's heart, my little sister's quick wit is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Hearing this, despite his heavy heart, Pei Xingyuan couldn't help but smile and said, "I know your little sister is amazing, no need to praise her."
Shen Wuzheng gave him a cold glance.
Then she continued, "But Yu Mingyue... the way she looks doesn't seem like she's composing poetry."
"Don't want to write poetry anymore? What does that make you?"
"Like writing in silence"
"Silent writing? What does that mean?"
Shen Wuzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "When I was studying under the teacher, the teacher often asked us to memorize some wonderful articles. Sometimes the teacher would call on students to recite them. Just now, she seemed like a student who was not prepared and was suddenly called on. She remembered some things, but not quite. She was struggling to recall them."
"remember?"
Pei Xingyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "But when composing poetry, it is also very difficult if you can't think of good words or phrases."
No, they're not the same.
"What's different?"
“When I studied under my teacher, it wasn’t just about learning the classics of the ancients. My teacher also taught us some special knowledge. For example, he once taught us how to judge whether a person’s words were sincere by looking into their eyes.”
How do you judge with your eyes?
"My teacher once said that when a person is thinking, their eyes tend to look down, while when they are recalling, their eyes tend to look up."
"..."
"Therefore, those who compose poems and couplets often bow their heads, while those who write from memory often raise their heads."
"..."
"just,"
A cold glint flashed in Shen Wuzheng's eyes: "She never bowed her head once."
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