Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 90.2

“Hm.” Meng Huan’s tone was natural.

Zhu Dong pursed his lips and felt like saying something, “How come you’re feeling better?”

Did he not make you more uncomfortable?

Meng Huan’s voice was soft and shy. “The prince has returned, so I am naturally well.”

What he meant was that there was someone to take care of him.

And the prince could take care of him and treat him very well.

Lin Bozhou was gentle and considerate, would bear some of the gloomy states, and could even smile and dig out his heart to show Meng Huan what color it was. So from Meng Huan’s clothing, food, housing, and transportation to the bed, even the sex was taken care of. Not only did it not hurt him, but it was enough to relieve the pain of longing, the kind that could make Meng Huan give up his heart for him.

Zhu Dong scratched his head. “Are you a demon? Is your body better after sucking men’s life energy?”

“……”

The two men should be thinking about different things.

But Meng Huan lowered his head and drank water, his ears red.

They spoke for half a day before Meng Huan asked, “I heard that Li-Fulang hung himself?”

Lin Bozhou had unintentionally mentioned it last night.

“Mm,” Zhu Dong set out the food and wine. “In the yard next door, he hung himself with a rope bolted to the beam, his tongue sticking out, and I carried the body down. He wrote a letter claiming that his deeds were exposed, and he was ashamed of himself, ashamed to face the court and the emperor, and decided to kill himself to apologize.”

“He died just like that.”

Meng Huan held the cup with mixed feelings.

Li-Fulang had only contemplated doing bad things. This person still had a conscience. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have felt restless after having such a sinful thought, scaring himself to death first and causing Meng Huan to be alerted.

Zhu Dong drank a cup of wine. “Within the imperial court, everyone forms a clique for self-serving purposes and does things their own way. If a group seeks personal profit over the business, they will still do so even in the face of foreign enemies. That is a phase in the downfall of a nation.”

Meng Huan listened to him speak.

“The Great Zong is showing the signs of a fallen state,” he poured a glass of wine, “fortunately, there is still a group of people like the prince who are struggling to support it. Otherwise, this state will probably be turned over.”

What he said made sense.

Meng Huan, too, seemed to have understood this book thoroughly.

“It’s going to snow by the looks of this sky.” Zhu Dong stood up.

Meng Huan looked out from the eaves of the building. Not far away, there were thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blew with snowflakes and flying snow geese.

When learning language and poetry, he was always bad at reading comprehension and couldn’t understand it, but now it’s like walking into the scenario.

“Winter in Liaodong is unbearably cold,” said Zhu Dong, “a snowstorm can freeze off one’s ears and toes. The Jurchen is resistant to cold, and they are not afraid of it, but our soldiers are afraid. It would be good if the war could end as early as possible, and everyone could still rush back and spend the New Year.”

Meng Huan took a small sip of wine; a burning sensation went down his throat to his stomach, and his entire body seemed warmed up.

He was full of hope for the future.

“Just wait until the prince leads the Jurchen’s cavalry into Chezhou.”

–

The harsh winter invaded Chezhou very quickly.

After the map was finished, Meng Huan was utterly idle. Every day, he wrapped himself in a big cotton jacket, burned the stove in the courtyard, stewed soup, painted, and occasionally went to the city to stroll with his idle staff.

This day, Meng Huan followed the method taught by a granny in the government residence, stewing a pot of soup with ginseng, black-boned chicken, and wild mushrooms. The guard sent the ginseng while he bought the wild mushrooms from the citizens, and the black-boned chicken was purchased from the food market.

The soup in the pot boiled and churned; the color was clear yellow, with a rich, mouth-watering aroma.

Meng Huan added firewood, poked the fire a little lower, and covered the pot, which was expected to simmer for one sichen. Then he took an umbrella, put on the windproof hat, and rode to the camp outside the city to find Lin Bozhou for the meal.

Chezhou City was a small city; some soldiers were settled there, others were situated in the field outside the city, and another part was stationed at other garrisons. Lin Bozhou had to go to the field every day to supervise the soldiers’ practice and stayed overnight in the camp when he was busy.

When Meng Huan entered, they recognized him as a member of the prince’s residence and did not stop him any further, and he went in unhindered.

As soon as Si Xu saw him, he was happy. “The prince’s little mistress is here.”

“……”

He had a broken mouth* and knew Lin Bozhou favored him but did not know Meng Huan’s status, so he made sarcastic remarks.

*Broken mouth: talking nonsense, also referring to a mouth full of annoying words.

Meng Huan did not bother about it with him. “Where is the prince?”

“The prince is not here, he’s out of the fortress to patrol.”

The camp where tens of thousands of people were stationed was large and could stretch for several miles. Lin Bozhou would not be lazy and would patrol it almost daily to see how everyone practiced.

Meng Huan made an “oh” sound. “Then I’ll wait.”

Si Xu chuckled twice, looking at the distant practice field. “Amazing. I think when the prince triumphs and returns to the capital, he will have to marry you as a concubine, right?”

“……”

Fuck you! When you return to the capital, you will know I am impressive.

Meng Huan bared his teeth in his heart.

Chen An heard these words, looked at them both, and coughed.

Si Xu knew this was someone’s nephew and instantly laughed. “Joking, joking.”

He squinted his eyes, turned his head, and diverted the topic. “Damn, this north wind is so strong! It scratches your eyes.”

The north wind blew particularly hard, blowing the flags on the camp gate into a ghostly whine-like and flapping sound.

In a few moments, a column of soldiers came to the end of the camp. The leader, clad in a red robe and holding an upright posture, was followed by a large group of guards and horses; it was obviously Lin Bozhou.

He raised his sleeve to block in front of his eyes as he pulled the reins and dismounted.

“The prince is back!” Si Xu ran to him, happily holding his horse for him.

Lin Bozhou said coldly, “Get lost. You’re in the way.”

He seemed to be much more annoyed than usual.

After walking two steps, Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and his vision seemed to focus before he could see the crowd.

“Your Highness?”

Meng Huan blinked his eyes.

For some reason, he felt something was wrong with Lin Bozhou.

Approaching, Lin Bozhou saw him and raised his lips slightly. “Coming? This prince will go to the military tent and follow you back to the city.”

Meng Huan made a “mm” sound and said nothing more.

But he didn’t move his gaze either.

He found that, probably because the cold wind blew too strongly, Lin Bozhou’s eyes were dark red, covered with a few streaks of reddish blood, looking like the eyes of a vampire, sick and evil.

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