Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 28.1

Great Zong had been peaceful for a long time, and these young masters had a comfortable life: competing for beauty, promoting being skinny and fair-skinned, and loving to apply powder to their faces.

Meng Huan grabbed over and scratched Xu Ruolin’s face. He was furious, but his hands were weak, so he looked to his servants. “What are you waiting for? Hit him!”

Meng Huan was at least a princess. When someone wanted to hit him, the guard beside him rushed up and kicked the strong servant out, and he crashed into a goldfish pond.

“……”

When the abbot recovered with difficulty and woke up, he saw the scene of human bodies flying around and chaos everywhere; his brain buzzed with pain.

Crazy, all crazy!

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Inside the manor’s banquet hall.

In the middle of the hall, a smiling beauty played a pipa* to liven things up, and the guests chatted with each other with happy expressions.

*Pipa: A Chinese lute with four strings, a large pear-shaped body, and a fretted fingerboard.

Lin Bozhou sat at the head of the room, picked up a glass of wine with his long fingers, and tilted his head to drink it, the lines of his throat sharp and clear.

At the hall entrance, the head of a messenger servant peeked in, looking around anxiously. The man standing behind Lin Bozhou, Shan Xing, stopped smiling and approached, saying, “The prince is in high spirits now. There is no need to report ordinary matters. After the banquet, this prince will deal with them when he returns to his residence.”

The manservant shook his head. “This should not be an ordinary matter.”

“What?”

“The Princess and the Little Marquis of Zhen Guan fought.”

Shan Xing: “?”

This princess and the Little Marquis of Zhen Guan, Xu Ruolin, had a conflict?

Immediately, Shan Xing thought of something and returned to the head where Lin Bozhou was sitting to whisper this matter in his ear.

“……”

Lin Bozhou gave him a sideways glance, lowered his eyes, and placed the cup in his hand on the table.

The sound was not heavy or light, and Lin Bozhou’s eyes didn’t show anger. Only the end of his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sense of coldness spilled out.

Shan Xing knew he was angry.

In the past, Lin Bozhou was physically and mentally clean and couldn’t afford to look at frivolous words and actions. Still, he and Meng Huan stayed in the hot spring pool for several hours this afternoon, proclaiming the lascivious path in broad daylight. Shan Xing guessed that Lin Bozhou was now….. very attached to Meng Huan— extremely attached.

“There are too many guests at the banquet. I’m afraid it will cause a panic if Your Highness leaves directly.” Shan Xing thought of an idea for him, “Or else, should this subordinate go over to handle this matter?”

“No need.”

Lin Bozhou’s voice was cold.

He stood up. His wide robe sleeves brushed the table, and his handsome eyebrows were gloomy.

The pipa sound in the middle of the hall stopped.

Lin Bozhou said, “This prince will go personally.”

–

After half a day of fighting, people became tired of fighting.

Before anyone from either side came, the two parties sat on the temple’s terrace and began to curse each other.

“You can’t give birth to a son!”

“You will die prematurely!”

“You will step on shit when you go out!”

“……”

The servants all knew it was the masters who were angry, and they pretended to fight on the line. They now also pretended to scold each other a few times, and the atmosphere even had a kind of inexplicable joy.

Meng Huan sat on the steps, his forehead slick with sweat, and the back of his hands was painful.

It seemed as if he had just taken Xu Ruolin to the ground and was ready to smash his fist into his face like a fierce man, only to hit a rock accidentally.

“……”

The skin on the back of the white hand broke and oozed blood, which hurt a little. But Xu Ruolin was really punched by him viciously a few times and bled from the nose. The thought of him being worse off than himself made Meng Huan happy.

Meng Huan turned to Fengzhi. “Can you help me ask the temple if there is something to stop the bleeding?”

“Yes. Your Highness, wait a moment.”

Fengzhi stood up and turned around.

“Clatter,” she suddenly knelt.

Meng Huan realized something. He looked in her direction and saw Lin Bozhou walking step by step toward them. It was close to evening, and the setting sun was scattered on his back, the shadow stretching extremely long, also making his eyebrows against the light especially gloomy.

“Clatter—”

It was the sound of people kneeling on the ground.

When Meng Huan asked the guards to call people, he tried to call a few more guards, but unexpectedly, he directly summoned the SSSS-class card Lin Bozhou. Thus, he momentarily froze.

Meanwhile, Xu Ruolin, who lay on the ground, was too pampered and spoiled since childhood. If he hadn’t been beaten, he would have been able to calm down and greet this prince, but he was lying on the ground playing dead now and screaming, “Father! Your son has been wronged! Father! Someone is bullying your son! Ahhhhh, Father……”

The Marquis of Zhen Guan was once the general who hung the seal of the Great Zong to conquer the Northern Hu.

The Marquis of Zhen Guan doted on his children very much.

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