Shang Ruyi then smiled slightly.
Yu Wenquan looked up at her again and said, "But Ruyi, are you really completely relying on that prophecy, and that so-called 'disaster' this time?"
Shang Ruyi thought for a moment and didn't answer, only softly said, "Father, Ruyi has a request."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Tomorrow, regardless of the outcome, I hope Father will not interfere."
"..."
"Please leave this matter to me to resolve."
"Resolve?"
These two words immediately caught Yu Wenquan's attention—unlike those two sheltered emperors and the Eldest Princess in Liangyi Hall, he clearly understood that every word of Shang Ruyi's was digging a pit for those two people.
It seemed to use disaster as a lure, but there was a deep meaning behind it.
But what he didn't expect was that Shang Ruyi indeed had another thought about this "disaster," and those deeply thoughtful eyes looked at his daughter-in-law, pondering as he said: "Do you really believe a disaster will occur?"
"..."
