Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 816 - 617: This Is Not Unexpected...

Upon hearing this, Pei Xingyuan immediately looked up and thought for a moment. Although he hadn’t recalled anything, he quickly regained his composure and said with delight, "It’s really like this!"

Seeing him like this, Shen Wuzheng also pursed his lips.

But the next moment, thinking more deeply, Pei Xingyuan furrowed his brow and said bitterly, "But even if that’s the case, what on earth does it mean? It’s impossible that there’s an actual book showing her everything that’s going to happen in the future, right? Wouldn’t that be a celestial script? Then wouldn’t she be a deity? How could that be?"

Shen Wuzheng shook his head with a smile, "How could it be possible."

As he spoke, a glint of cold sharpness flashed in his eyes, "Even if she truly were a deity—"

Pei Xingyuan didn’t catch that clearly, just looked at him, "What?"

Shen Wuzheng gently waved his hand, thought again, and then said seriously, "What I just said was just a metaphor, I don’t believe there’s truly any ability in this world, or that some celestial script can foreknow the past five hundred years and the next five hundred years. Everything is created by people."

"..."

"Although I haven’t figured out how exactly she knows these things, I’m certain of one thing: she doesn’t divine future events, she just awkwardly knows certain things. But once those things change, or if she fails to remember, she’s at a loss."

"..."

"As Yu Wenye said, knowledge and wisdom are two different things."

"Knowledge and wisdom?"

Pei Xingyuan barely felt he understood a bit, but the last sentence left him puzzled again. Shen Wuzheng turned to him, smiling, "To be precise, things are controllable, but people are not."

"..."

"When she can’t remember, she lacks the ability of ’foreknowledge’; when developments deviate from what she remembers, her abilities are of little use."

Listening to this, Pei Xingyuan gradually began to grasp the meaning.

He said, "So, after all — it’s all up to human effort."

Shen Wuzheng said, "Indeed, it’s all up to human effort."

"..."

"This time, the fall of Taiyuan is more complex than we anticipated. So, just as we mentioned before, if the opponent thinks deeply, we must think even deeper; if the opponent takes ten steps, we must take eleven. Only this way can we win."

"...That indeed is true."

Pei Xingyuan said this, then chuckled lightly, "For example, this time, it seems neither Han King nor Yu Mingyue anticipated that Feng Chen would play a trick on them over the Emperor’s abdication. So the struggle for the Crown Prince’s position continues."

"..."

Talking about this, Shen Wuzheng’s eyes dimmed slightly.

Although his face often showed signs of joy or anger, his true thoughts were seldom displayed. Yet this time, Pei Xingyuan clearly sensed his displeasure and, upon further thought, somewhat understood.

He said softly, "Are you upset about this?"

"..."

"But, Feng Chen now—"

"No need to say more."

Shen Wuzheng casually waved his hand, interrupting him. Then he looked back toward the towering shadows of the Nine Layers and Three Palaces under the moonlight, silent for a long while, before he said, "Let’s go..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

After saying this, he turned and walked away.

Pei Xingyuan also glanced back at him. Although by this time, they had already left the Imperial Palace quite a distance behind, he inexplicably felt that the direction Shen Wuzheng had looked toward just moments ago had to be Qianqiu Palace; yet he wondered what that place might look like at this very moment.

After all, no one had expected Yu Wenye to make such a final gamble.

Though having virtuous wives and beautiful concubines is said to be the height of earthly blessings, observing the subtle, seemingly cold interactions between Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi today, Pei Xingyuan sensed that perhaps, this may not necessarily be a blessing.

However—

Regardless of the blessing, Yu Wenye already had both wives and concubines, whereas looking back at himself, he was left with empty hands and not a single person to even yearn for. Pei Xingyuan couldn’t help but smile bitterly, feeling he was being too sentimental since the critical affairs before them were still unresolved. There was no room to dwell on such matters, so he immediately turned and hurried after him—

"Wuzheng, wait for me!"

The lively, worldly bustle receded with their departure, ebbing away like the retreating tide beneath the imposing shadows of the Nine Layers and Three Palaces, leaving behind a deep silence.

Only the brightly lit Qianqiu Palace still had some activity within.

After bidding farewell to Su Qinglan, Shang Ruyi followed Yu Wenquan’s instruction and returned directly to Qianqiu Palace. Yet even upon her return, she couldn’t possibly rest immediately. After all, the Battle of Taiyuan, based on the currently known circumstances and the projected developments, even considering her unexplainable anxiety, wouldn’t be easily fought, nor effortlessly concluded.