Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 847 - 632: He Seems to Be Losing His Temper

Chapter 847: Chapter 632: He Seems to Be Losing His Temper

Suddenly increasing by several thousand people, the military camp became quite chaotic for a while; first, dozens of new large tents were set up, then the camp’s fence was expanded considerably. More than two thousand captured subordinates of Yuan An were bound and detained, with guards assigned to watch over them.

It was only by evening that the camp barely settled down.

Having handled all these matters, Shen Wuzheng was gilded by the golden contour of the setting sun as he slowly walked towards the Central Army Tent. Despite the brilliant sunset, there remained a faint, flame-resistant clarity about him. Along the way, people passing by continually saluted and greeted him, to which he returned the gesture, but his gaze remained distant.

Entering the Central Army Tent, he looked up and saw the military doctor bandaging Yu Wenye’s injured finger. The basin on the ground was filled with water dyed pink, and blood-stained gauze piled on the table.

The military doctor promptly tidied up everything and then said, "Your Highness, your finger cannot be used for the next few days."

Yu Wenye said nothing, only waved his hand lightly. The doctor knew that during military campaigns, the possibility of not using one’s finger was almost zero. With a sigh and a nod, he rose and left.

Shen Wuzheng nodded in acknowledgment, shifting his position to let him out.

Once the tent flap fell, Shen Wuzheng moved to the center of the large tent and saluted Yu Wenye, "Greetings, Prince Qin."

Yu Wenye nodded at him, "Hmm."

His attitude toward Shen Wuzheng was neither warm nor cold, yet an inexplicably strange atmosphere pervaded the spacious Central Army Tent, slowly diffusing between question and answer.

Sitting by Yu Wenye’s side, Shen Tu Tai and several other deputy generals exchanged glances, without speaking a word.

Since last night, when Nie Chong returned with the two from Cangbai Mountain, almost everyone noticed the strange atmosphere between Prince Qin and this uniquely positioned secretary. They seemed to be at odds, yet when facing each other, there was no hostility, only tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

Except that the remnants of a bruise lingered on Shen Wuzheng’s cheekbone, and a trace of red occasionally appeared at the corner of Yu Wenye’s mouth.

Yet the two involved seemed oblivious to the strange atmosphere; Shen Wuzheng lowered his head, picking up a ledger in his hand, saying, "Just now, I’ve recounted the numbers in the army, King Qi—"

"Wait a moment,"

Before he could finish, Yu Wenye raised a hand to stop him, and Shen Wuzheng immediately fell silent. Yu Wenye looked up and said, "Someone come!"

A guard promptly entered from outside the tent to obey his orders. Yu Wenye said, "Summon King Qi for me."

"Yes."

The guard swiftly accepted the order and exited.

Although King Qi had just arrived, the tent was not far from Yu Wenye, merely separated by Princess Qin’s tent, so it should have been quick. However, the guard took a whole cup of tea’s time, furrowing Shen Tu Tai’s thick brows, and several deputy generals exchanged looks of displeasure. Finally, Yu Wencheng appeared after changing into clean clothes, sauntering into the Central Army Tent.

The oppressive air made his inattentive expression pause.

But immediately he smiled, walking to the center of the tent, glanced at Shen Wuzheng by his side, then cupped his hand toward Yu Wenye seated at the front, "Imperial Brother."

Yu Wenye regarded him coldly, saying nothing.

Yu Wencheng seemed entirely unfazed by his stern expression, glanced around again, fixed his gaze on Shen Tu Tai, who had pulled him from the horseback with a move, his face stiffened slightly, turned away swiftly, then looked at Shantong’er behind Shen Tu Tai with an unpleasant expression and Nie Chong avoiding his gaze, as well as other deputy generals. Then he smiled, "Brother, I’ve been in your camp for half the day, how come I’ve only been given a bowl of noodle soup, with hardly any meat."

"..."

"Even if a banquet can’t be arranged now, at least a table of meat and wine should be provided, to make up for the hardships I’ve endured."

After speaking, he swayed toward the seat beside him.

Just as he was about to sit down, he heard Yu Wenye’s cold voice, "Who told you to sit?"

"...?"

Hearing this, Yu Wencheng’s bending motion froze, his face darkened instantly. He turned to give Yu Wenye a glance, tried to smile reluctantly, but his grin revealed a flicker of anger, "What do you mean by that, Imperial Brother?"

Yu Wenye coldly replied, "This is the military."

Yu Wencheng said, "What about the military? Aren’t you my imperial brother still?"

Yu Wenye said, "Even between brothers, accounts must be settled clearly."

Yu Wencheng furrowed his brow, "Settle accounts? What account do you want to settle with me?"

Yu Wenye ignored him, raising his head to glare at Shen Wuzheng intensely, speaking solemnly, "Assistant, repeat the numbers you counted just now."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wencheng’s complexion immediately changed.

But Shen Wuzheng, without a change in his expression, even without any expression at all, lowered his head and opened the book in his hand, saying, "Prince Qi’s recent retreat involved 3,714 troops, 1,261 were injured, 249 were seriously wounded; over 600 warhorses, with a few scattered in the mountains, I have already sent people to gather them."

With each word he spoke, Yu Wencheng’s expression changed.

By the time Shen Wuzheng finished speaking, Yu Wencheng’s face had alternated between red and white, especially his ears which were marked as if they had been slapped. He gritted his teeth, sneering, "What does this matter? This is the secretary’s account book, what does it have to do with me?"

Yu Wenye narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at him: "Nothing to do with you?"

"..."

"I ask you, how many people and horses did Father leave you to guard Taiyuan initially!?"

"..."

Yu Wencheng couldn’t answer, only gritting his teeth, the red marks on his cheeks becoming clearer, as if he really had been slapped hard across the face, and in front of everyone too!

Seeing him stiffen his neck but say nothing, Yu Wenye coldly said, "Won’t you speak? I’ll speak for you!"

"..."

"Father left you with at least 70,000 troops and also left Huang Gongyi’s men to help you guard Taiyuan! I ask you, where are those tens of thousands of troops now? Where is Huang Gongyi!?"

"..."

"I warned you long ago, warfare is no child’s play, but you—before achieving great things, you became complacent! Now Father has ascended the throne as Emperor, you’ve even lost the Dragon Raising Land, moreover with heavy casualties, tens of thousands of troops, only returning with three thousand remnants, what crime should you be charged with!"

With the last sentence, he slammed his palm heavily on the table!

The large Central Army Tent trembled slightly from the heavy slap, and the people around kept silent, only lowering their heads.

But Shantong’er, being young, couldn’t yet navigate understanding adult affairs, but he too widened his eyes, staring at the ashen-faced Yu Wencheng, then looking at the even more ashen-faced Yu Wenye.

He vaguely felt something was off.

Although he hadn’t been with Yu Wenye for long, not even a year, he had experienced a lot, almost all life-and-death matters, so he thought he understood the temperament of Prince Qin—Yu Wenye, though restrained and rarely smiling, actually didn’t have a bad temper, often showing remarkable understanding and tolerance towards many.

But now, his actions and demeanor were completely different.

Yu Wencheng’s loss of Taiyuan was indeed wrong, and the casualties were punishable, but he was just crowned King Qi, a blood brother to King Qin, even if they were to settle accounts, it should be between brothers behind closed doors, not in front of everyone—

Yu Wenye’s current actions not only denied King Qi face but outright disgraced him.

In fact, it seemed like he was losing his temper.

Thinking of this, Shantong’er instinctively turned to look at Shen Wuzheng, standing in the center of the tent, who seemingly also sensed something amiss, frowning slightly at Yu Wenye but saying nothing, the bruise on his cheekbone still faintly visible but much faded since last night, likely having been treated with warm compresses during last night’s rest and today’s troop departure.

Last night, no one knew exactly what happened between King Qin and him, or, as some in the army whispered—it seemed the two had a fight.

Nonetheless, if Prince Qin genuinely wanted to vent his anger, Shen Wuzheng, being merely a secretary, could be punished at his discretion, there was no need to take it out on King Qi at a time like this.

This seemed more like he had nowhere to vent his anger.

But who could have offended him to such an extent that Prince Qin had nowhere to release his anger?

When Shantong’er couldn’t figure it out, and the tent grew suffocatingly oppressive due to King Qin’s outburst, a silhouette suddenly appeared at the door, and although just a glimpse of a skirt, a fragrant wind unexpectedly wafted in, even softening the tense air.

Yu Wenye’s gaze flickered, his breath involuntarily disrupted.

Yu Wencheng, about to rebut but with words stuck in his throat, saw Yu Wenye’s expression change followed closely by a slender, graceful shadow appearing at his feet, he immediately turned his head.

A familiar figure entered his view.

It was Shang Ruyi.

Since returning from the battlefield, she had been in her tent until just now when she heard Wo Xue said that Shen Wuzheng entered the Central Army Tent, though she knew she shouldn’t interrupt, she couldn’t help walking over to see what was happening, unexpectedly hearing words as shocking as thunder on a clear day upon nearing.

At this moment, her eyes were wide open, her face pale with a hint of despair as she looked at Yu Wenye—

"What happened to Huang Gongyi?"