Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 90.1

Perhaps Lin Bozhou was too protective of him, and under his pampering, Meng Huan let him do everything till he himself felt weak.

He had been lying in bed alone when he was sick, and he could still carry boiling water and have a meal when he woke up, but now he started to feel unwell.

Meng Huan sat on the bed, pondered for a while, and said sadly, “Husband.”

Lin Bozhou sat over. “ Hmm?”

Meng Huan: “My legs hurt.”

Lin Bozhou lifted his pants leg, and there were abraded blood scabs, so he said, “Don’t walk. Lie down in bed and call me if anything happens. There are pain relievers here. The medicine is cool and does not hurt. This husband will apply it to you.”

Meng Huan blinked and nodded with extra seriousness, the back of his hand patting his forehead. “Husband, I’m also dizzy.”

He spoke with the look of someone about to pass out.

“Want a massage?” Lin Bozhou drew Meng Huan into his embrace and placed long, slender fingers against his temples, gently twirling his ears.

He was compliant and did everything according to what Meng Huan said, but Meng Huan always felt that there was still a bit of discomfort.

Perhaps the aggression of the past few days had not been vented out.

He could not find an excuse and desperately buried his face into Lin Bozhou’s snow-white lapel, rubbing his face and kneading his head in a fluffy mess. Then, when his head was raised with his jaws pinched, his eyes were curving and smiling, soulful and handsome, and he reached out his arm to hook Lin Bozhou’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

I really am a good wife.

Meng Huan thought to himself. He could not bear to torment Lin Bozhou.

He tilted his head, smiling. “I lied to you. It doesn’t hurt.”

After saying that, he moved forward, wrapped his arms around Lin Bozhou, and licked his jaw.

Lin Bozhou squeezed the porcelain bottle, and the corners of his lips curled up, smiling bitterly.

He was dignified and poised and knew more about the hardships of the military. A slight injury could cause a serious illness, and there was a lot of resentment around. But Meng Huan had been in the military for so long and was still clean and unstained, warm and sweet.

He always put up a lively front.

It made Lin Bozhou hang his head, and his heart seemed to tremble with ripples.

He could feel his heart torn by Meng Huan and couldn’t stop falling.

Meng Huan kissed him for a while, and Lin Bozhou kissed him back, sealing his two petal-like lips.

The two figures overlapped behind the window panes and screens in the courtyard, slowly covering the bed.

The courtyard of the government residence was quiet in the evening. Zhu Dong leaped to the courtyard entrance like a headless fly*, carrying pot-stewed chicken and duck and pig ears in his hand, ready to see Meng Huan’s condition but was stopped by the guards.

*A metaphor for people running around without a goal.

“The prince has ordered that no one is allowed to visit tonight.”

Zhu Dong: “Let me send some food to my brother.”

“Don’t worry about it. With the prince around, Young Master Cousin has everything to eat.”

“But—”

“Don’t ‘but’ anymore,” the guard was exhausted and lazily looked at him, “The prince and the young master cousin haven’t seen each other for so many days. They want to catch up tonight. Don’t you understand such a simple principle? You still keep asking questions.”

“But……”

Was it really just to catch up? Wasn’t it Brother Chen’s beauty that the prince fell for? Zhu Dong tried to recall Meng Huan’s weak appearance, unable to stand up, lying on the bed like a corpse. Didn’t he care about this?

“He is not yet well!”

The guard said, “Don’t mind this. It’s the prince’s business.”

“……”

Zhu Dong was still worried.

After all, Lin Bozhou was a prince, a heavenly nobleman, a blue-blooded nobility born to be served. Moreover, Brother Chen didn’t have a legitimate position; he was just a young teenager from the outer courtyard who was lucky enough to be fancied by the prince and was still sick.

The prince, who has been in the army for a long time, killed people like flies, was young and vigorous. He had never tasted beauty and, thus, looked for a teenager to let off steam in passing.

Considering that Meng Huan was still unwell, he probably dragged his sick body and had to kneel to wait for Lin Bozhou to dress, reply to his words, and even endure– how to say it, being tossed.

“……”

Was this the way to treat a minister who had given outstanding service?

Zhu Dong was upset but couldn’t show it for fear of being killed by the prince. He had to speechlessly walk away with the pot-stewed dish and wine and return to his cousin for a drink.

However, early the following day, he thought about Meng Huan’s condition and ran outside the courtyard very early.

This time, the courtyard door was open. Lin Bozhou was fully dressed, tall and valiant, with strong armor, and the breeze blew up the sash on his side. His posture was very proud and steely, majestic and calm. He came out and met Zhu Dong head-on.

Zhu Dong hurriedly retreated to the side of the road and knelt. “Greetings to Your Highness.”

Lin Bozhou glanced at him and said nothing much. “Go, accompany him to talk.”

After saying that, Lin Bozhou walked out of the corridor, surrounded by soldiers and generals, and went to the military field to practice.

“……”

Fuck.

The indifferent man who slept and left.

Zhu Dong chanted in his heart, looking back while crossing into the courtyard. This morning, he went to rebuy pot-stewed pig ears and carried two pots of wine, entering the door and shouting, “Brother Chen, I’ve arrived!”

He ran in and saw Meng Huan sitting on the couch. When he saw him, he turned his face sideways. “So early.”

“How is your health? You had a bad fever two days ago. Are you okay now?” Zhu Dong sized him up and down.

Meng Huan lay in bed like a corpse that day; his lips were pale, his hair was disheveled, and he even exuded a sense of impending death.

But now he was sitting relaxedly, his black hair tied up, his eyes bright, his skin fair, and color returned to his lips and cheeks. Still, he was slightly thin, his spirits not yet fully recovered.

“I’m fine, just not very energetic. I plan to rest again,” Meng Huan said.

A crane cloak was draped over his shoulders. Zhu Dong reached out to help him tug it, but when he touched the delicate texture of the python, he realized it was Lin Bozhou’s clothes and instantly shrank back as if his hands were scalded.

“This is the cloak that the prince left for you.”

Zhu Dong almost wanted to kneel, but considering there were no outsiders, he didn’t get too formal with his manners.

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