He really...
Shang Ruyi couldn't find the words to speak; she just felt her heart pounding fiercely, as if it might burst from her chest. Their bodies were entwined tightly, and Yu Wenye clearly felt, beneath her quietness, how turbulent her emotions were at that moment.
But why, not a single word?
He reached out, grasped her chin, and turned her towards him, saying, "What's wrong? Don't you trust me, or what?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi hesitated for a long while before saying in a somewhat dry voice, "But Father won't allow it."
Regardless of circumstances, Yu Wenquan wouldn't let him act so capriciously, even if he guarded against this son.
The enormity of a family is not just about power and military strength; it must also be rich in talent, and branching out is the foundation of the Royal Family's continuation.
Yu Wenye smiled faintly, "As long as there's still a war to fight outside, he won't be able to control this."
"But—"
