Chapter 196 The "Stupid" Problem
Surrounded by a warm and cozy atmosphere all night, Shang Ruyi slept more comfortably and peacefully than ever before. Because of this, when the warm and cozy atmosphere gradually dissipated, she lingered and was reluctant to wake up.
She was only awakened from her deep dream by the increasing noise around her.
When I opened my eyes, the room was already brightly lit.
Shang Ruyi blinked, but before she could move, she recalled the moment before she lost consciousness last night—
It seems like she's being questioned by Yuwen Ye?
As for what he was questioning, I can't remember now. The only clear memory is that after I fell into a deep sleep, when he came close to me, that half-smiling face, and that familiar, reassuring aura, it seems to still linger around me even now.
Shang Ruyi couldn't help but blush a little. When she looked down again, she realized that she was actually holding a piece of clothing in her arms!
These are Yuwen Ye's clothes!
Could it be that the warm, familiar feeling that night came from this garment?
Just thinking about it made her blush even more. She subconsciously threw the clothes aside and looked around. The room was as quiet as a dream, and she was all alone. Even Yuwen Ye's bed was empty at the moment.
Where did everyone else go?
Thinking of this, she subconsciously tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she felt weak all over and could only whisper, "Someone come here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tushe'er pushed the door open and came in.
As soon as she saw Shang Ruyi wake up, she happily walked over and said, "Miss, you're finally awake?"
"What—what happened to me?"
"do not you remember?"
"ah?"
Shang Ruyi frowned, and with her help, slowly sat up against the headboard. After a moment's thought, she barely managed to recall that yesterday she had been summoned to the palace by Empress Jiang, experienced those events, and finally managed to leave the palace. She had finally met Yuwen Ye at Xuanren Gate, and then it seemed—
It looks like she cried in front of him!
Upon thinking of this, Shang Ruyi's head suddenly buzzed.
Why would she cry in front of him?
She had just woken up from a deep sleep, and now her mind was foggy again. But even if she went back to yesterday, when she was more lucid, she didn't understand why she was crying in front of him. She couldn't explain why, when he saw her crying, Yuwen Ye didn't ask any questions, but just carried her onto his horse and braved the wind and snow to get home.
The only clear thing seemed to be the warm feeling when I was pressed against his chest while we were bouncing on horseback.
Shang Ruyi's face turned slightly red again.
She instinctively avoided the somewhat embarrassing memory and simply asked, "Where is he?"
Seeing her somewhat dry lips, Tushe'er hurriedly turned around to pour her some tea. Just as she was about to hand it to her, she heard her ask and said softly, "Miss, have you forgotten that the young master is going to war today?"
"ah!"
Shang Ruyi was startled and suddenly became fully awake—that's right, Yuwen Ye has been appointed as the Grand General of the State and is now leading troops to conquer Wanggang Army and reclaim Xingluo Granary!
She asked hurriedly, "He...he's already gone?"
Tushe'er glanced subconsciously at the doorway and said, "The young master stayed here with you all night last night, and he just got up this morning, but he didn't wake you up."
"..."
"We're about to set off now."
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Almost at the same time that Tushe'er was speaking, a team of nearly a hundred people had already assembled at the main gate of the Yuwen Mansion.
The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.
Despite the frigid weather, none of these soldiers, clad in iron armor and shivering with cold, showed any sign of shivering. On the contrary, their heavy armor and the swords at their waists, though sheathed, exuded a fierce aura befitting warriors.
This aura was so powerful that even the snowflakes that occasionally drifted down from the sky dared not fall on them.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, finally, a tall and imposing figure emerged from the Yuwen residence.
Yuwen Ye was dressed in silver armor, its gleam like ice. A heavy black cloak, embroidered with a majestic lion, was draped over his broad shoulders. Far from appearing heavy, it made his shoulders and waist appear even wider and his figure more imposing.
At this time, Luoyang, the eastern capital, was already covered in ice and snow. The constantly falling snowflakes froze everything. Yuwen Ye, dressed in silver armor, exuded a chilling aura. In this icy world, he seemed to be made of solid ice, indestructible.
Several lieutenants immediately stepped forward and bowed.
"General."
A lieutenant said, "The army is already arrayed outside the city, awaiting the general's command."
Yuwen Ye nodded and said, "Mount up!"
So, several officers immediately mounted their horses, and Mu Xian, who was accompanying them, also brought over a fine horse that was jet black except for its four hooves which were as white as snow. Yuwen Ye took the reins with one hand and mounted the horse nimbly.
Once seated on horseback, he glanced around again.
The group of nearly a hundred people in front of him was just a small team that came to the mansion to welcome him. The main force was still waiting for his command outside the city. These people were selected by him personally from the Ministry of War. They were not old and could not be considered elite soldiers. Even their eyes were not firm.
But every face was filled with anticipation for battle and the desire to be promoted and ennobled.
This expedition, apart from Mu Xian and his twelve personal guards, consisted entirely of imperial troops. For him, who had been fighting since he was thirteen and was now very familiar with warfare, this was a completely new experience. In fact, deep down, he felt not unease about this expedition, but rather a restless anticipation.
This can be seen almost from the fact that he sat on the horse that kept snorting and pawing the ground.
Just as he was about to ride away, he turned back and glanced at the gate, his gaze momentarily unfocused.
It's like wanting to see something.
But it was only for a moment; the next instant, his gaze became cold and clear.
He raised his hand, about to utter the word "departure," when suddenly, hurried footsteps came from inside the gate. Yuwen Ye stopped instinctively, and looking up, he saw a slender figure hurrying out of the mansion, only stopping briefly at the gate.
A cold wind swirled around her, carrying snowflakes that fluttered her clothes, making her appear as thin as paper, as if she might be blown away at any moment.
But when those bright eyes looked at Yuwen Ye again, their determination remained unchanged.
"Second Brother!"
It is Shang Ruyi.
She was wearing a thin long gown, probably because she was in such a hurry that she didn't have time to put it on. She was only wrapped in a thick cloak, but her nose was still a little red from the cold. She only managed to say two words, but you could tell that she was slurring her words and looked a little haggard.
Yuwen Ye's brows immediately furrowed.
As she stepped over the threshold, slowly descended the steps, and walked to his side, looking up at him, Yuwen Ye's breathing became erratic several times, and he finally let out a deep breath. Then he looked down at her, his gaze icy: "Why did you come out?"
"I--"
Shang Ruyi hesitated for a moment, clearly noticing the cold expression on his face and the deliberate aloofness between his brows, and immediately felt a little uneasy.
To be honest, she really had no reason to come.
There seemed to be no lingering affection between them at all.
But she still wanted to see him off.
Thinking of this, she composed herself and smiled, "I'll see you off."
"..."
"You're leaving now, aren't you?"
"Um."
"Then, when will you be able to come back?"
The officers were probably not seeing female relatives come to see them off for the first time, talking about love and romance, or even talking nonsense about the war without understanding anything. They exchanged glances, ignored them, and rode their horses away.
Yuwen Ye's lowered eyelashes remained motionless, as if frozen in the cold weather. His gaze was also fixed on Shang Ruyi: "You shouldn't have asked such a question."
"..."
Shang Ruyi was startled, then thought about it again and came to her senses.
She couldn't help but smile and lower her head.
Yes, if today, she were accompanying another woman to see off her husband who was going to war, and if someone asked her this question, she would comfort and reassure them—when it comes to war, no one can guess how it will end, when it will end, or how it will end when it will be their turn. So why would they forget themselves and ask such a "foolish" question?
But then I thought about what I could ask and what I could want to know, and the answer still came to this question.
She looked up at Yuwen Ye again: "I—"
"These things are beyond our control."
This time, before she could speak again, Yuwen Ye had already spoken calmly.
After saying that, he looked at Shang Ruyi's haggard face and said calmly, "You should go back and rest. Yesterday—your body was still very weak."
Mentioning "yesterday," Shang Ruyi felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet and spread throughout her body. Her hands involuntarily reached out to Yuwen Ye's hands and together they gripped the cold, stiff reins. Yuwen Ye frowned and looked down at her.
Shang Ruyi's eyes shone brightly as she stared intently at him, her expression a mixture of conflicting emotions, as if two opposing thoughts were raging within her. She whispered, "Will you win?"
"..."
Yuwen Ye frowned.
In fact, Shang Ruyi knew that her question was even more ridiculous than the one she had just asked.
This is even more beyond our control.
Throughout history, who dares to claim "constant victory"? Let alone a sure "win"? It is indeed laughable that she asks this question at this time.
But Yuwen Ye not only didn't laugh at her, he didn't even respond to her as he had before. He just frowned slightly and looked at her with a probing gaze.
She shouldn't have asked that question at this time.
She shouldn't be the kind of person to ask such a question.
After a long silence, Yuwen Ye asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
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