Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?

Chapter 1091 - 786: Concern Breeds Chaos, Never Mind

In the blood-red eyes, everything around became chaotic, whether it was the blazing inferno, the billowing black smoke, or the terrified faces and rushing figures nearby, Yu Wenye could hardly see any of them. At this moment, only one place was clear, that was outside the courtyard, over ten zhang away, the Scripture Pavilion.At this instant, the once tightly closed door of the building unexpectedly opened from the inside. A familiar figure stood at the entrance with those familiar, clear eyes, now red, looking at him.

That was...

"Ru—"

A dry throat managed to squeeze out a bit of sound, but in the next moment, all words were carried away by a sudden gust of wind. Yu Wenye dashed to the front of the Scripture Pavilion, standing in front of Shang Ruyi before anyone could react, reaching out to grab her, yet stopped just before touching her.

The air seemed to freeze in this instant.

He spoke, his voice deep, with a light trembling repressed to the extreme, hoarsely saying, "Are you hurt?"

The one standing in front of him was Shang Ruyi!

Compared to Yu Wenye, whose clothes were scorched and face covered with soot and scrapes, the seemingly trapped in danger Shang Ruyi looked cleaner and more composed, with only some dust of unknown origin on her, making her appear more real.

But no matter how real, it seemed false.

She was supposed to be trapped in a sea of fire or rescued in a disheveled state. How could she miraculously appear here?

Everyone harbored these doubts, even Master Xinzeng, who had anticipated this, couldn’t help but show surprise. They all followed Yu Wenye and surrounded the Scripture Pavilion. No one dared even to cough or breathe heavily. But Yu Wenye didn’t ask her how she escaped or why she was here, only that unbearably light question.

Yet every word weighed like a thousand pounds.

Having experienced the searing heat of the fiery sea, Shang Ruyi once again felt a surge of warmth, but this time from within her heart. She gazed blankly at Yu Wenye, suppressing the tumult in her chest several times before finally swallowing it back, then shook her head.

"I’m not..."

The next moment, she was grabbed by Yu Wenye.

Perhaps mindful of her belly, worried about any unnoticed injuries, or fearing his actions might cause her discomfort, Yu Wenye dared not touch her anymore, just staring wide-eyed at her, afraid this moment of "miracle" was merely a bit of his fancy, or even wishful thinking. But fortunately, the small hand tightly held in his palm, although excessively cold, with icy fingertips and covered with quite a lot of dust, was soft, tangibly existing, and when he squeezed tightly, almost crushing her bones, she resisted and grasped him back.

Only then did Yu Wenye’s heart finally settle.

His voice was rougher than before, yet strangely tender, "It’s fine, that’s good..."

As he said this, lifting his gaze, he saw behind Shang Ruyi, inside the half-open door of the Scripture Pavilion, stood another familiar figure. There was also the disarray and relief of escaping death, but seeing him, that much-aged face still broke into a gentle smile.

It was Empress Dowager Jiang.

Yu Wenye immediately said, "Empress..."

The words weren’t finished when Empress Dowager Jiang lightly shook her head at him.

Her meeting with Shang Ruyi at the Scripture Pavilion was meant to be discreet, unexpected this incident stirred up so much trouble. Not only did nearly all the monks of Dayan Temple gather, but Mu Xian’s subordinates were also hastening here. She didn’t want to appear easily, let alone cause a bigger stir. So from beginning to end, she stood inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Yu Wenye calmed himself and immediately said, "Summon the—quickly get a doctor over here!"

"Yes!"

Soon, his subordinates found a few doctors from nearby clinics. As they fearfully approached the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion with their medicine boxes, the raging fire at the Scripture Pavilion had been extinguished. The monks of Dayan Temple, while dousing the smoking beams with water, also poured water on themselves, enduring the scalding heat to rush in and salvage the unburnt scriptures, their faces ashen and filled with despair.