Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 91.2

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.

He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the twice-cooked pork that Meng Huan had put in the bowl when a few shaky shadows suddenly appeared before his eyes.

His hand paused as he looked at the empty void, and the shadows settled down after a while. When he raised his eyes again, Meng Huan looked at him, but his face seemed covered with a white veil, and his features blurred.

“Husband?” Meng Huan called.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and opened them again. Even though he forced himself to raise his lips, his eyebrows were unconsciously knitted up.

“Not good.”

He said two words.

Meng Huan realized and put down the dishes. “Husband, is your eye disease……”

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes momentarily and opened them again. The clarity before his eyes was restored, but the blurring lingered.

Meng Huan was certain. “Call the physician?”

Lin Bozhou pressed the back of his hand. “Let’s eat first.”

Meng Huan ate absent-mindedly, but Lin Bozhou acted as if nothing was wrong, revealing nothing on his face. After finishing the meal, Imperial Physician Zhou hurried in with his medicine box, kowtowed to Lin Bozhou, and asked, “Your Highness?”

Meng Huan poured a cup of water for Imperial Physician Zhou and watched from the side.

Lin Bozhou sat in the chair and said everything that happened today, “The weather is too cold. Earlier, when I went out and had my eyes blown by the wind, I felt some heat and didn’t care too deeply. But today, when I returned from this trip, my eyes hurt. This prince thought it was from the wind.”

Imperial Physician Zhou took out the needles and sighed. “Your Highness’s eyes can’t stand intense heat or bitter cold. It’s not Your Highness’s fault for being careless, but the timing is to be blamed.”

Hearing the word “timing,” Lin Bozhou’s knuckles moved gently as if touched by something.

Timing, location, and people.

Lin Bozhou alone controlled the time and the people.

Meng Huan blinked, vaguely feeling things were a bit complicated, but looking at Lin Bozhou’s trouble-free face, he couldn’t see any intense emotions.

The acupuncture was over, and Imperial Physician Zhou prescribed some medicine.

“Your Highness should take care of your eyes. You should drink the medicine daily and don’t exert yourself too much, so you may last for a long time without losing sight.” He advised repeatedly.

Lin Bozhou scanned the mountain of medicine piled up on the wooden table, his throat rolled, and a soft sigh escaped. “Okay, thank you, Imperial Physician Zhou.”

“This humble servant will take his leave.” Imperial Physician Zhou lifted the medicine box.

Lin Bozhou thought of something and called out to him, “Don’t tell anyone about the recurrence of this prince’s eye disease, especially the army. Just say that you came to prescribe a common cold medicine.”

Imperial Physician Zhou was even more respectful. “Yes.”

The man hurriedly left.

Lin Bozhou sat in his chair, his straight shoulders gently rising and falling, his handsome face tinged with gloom and weariness.

His eyes could still see now, but he was afraid that if the strong north wind blew on his eyes again, he would fall into blindness, and he felt slightly frustrated.

“Husband……”

Meng Huan took the medicine package and felt the air of silence.

They were about to face a formidable enemy, and the crucial battle had yet to be fought. If Lin Bozhou went blind, many more changes would be added, and the outcome of the battle would be stirred into a blur.

Of course, Lin Bozhou was in a bad mood.

The end tone of Meng Huan’s voice raised as he said, “Don’t be sad. I’ll decoct the medicine for you. Drink it, and you’ll be fine.”

The tone of voice was like coaxing a child.

Lin Bozhou seemed to smile a little, but the smile was extremely weak, tainted with the gloominess of the damp snowy day, and the smile on the corners of his lips was superficial.

Meng Huan still had many comforting words to say but felt they would not help Lin Bozhou. He closed his lips and went to the stove to put the herbs in, added water, and then closed the lid.

The flames rose, and the decoction gurgled under the lid, giving off a fishy, bitter smell.

“Husband, drink this medicine before going to the army……”

Meng Huan’s voice had just fallen when a deputy general came from the courtyard, seeking him to discuss matters in the army.

Lin Bozhou retorted, “Wait first. This prince will come later–”

He knew what Meng Huan was thinking and wanted to say that he would go after drinking the medicine.

But Meng Huan stood under the porch and didn’t stop him. “Go to discuss first.”

Lin Bozhou paused, and the urge outside the door sounded again. “Your Highness, Marquis of Zhen Guan is looking for you.”

Since the Marquis of Zhen Guan sought him, it was likely that there were important matters to discuss. Lin Bozhou frowned and stopped beside Meng Huan, saying, “I’ll drink at night,”

After saying that, he stepped out of the courtyard, leaving a long shadow.

“Hey.”

Meng Huan was speechless.

Lin Bozhou, you’re secretly happy, right?

QAQ

— A wife as reasonable as me is really hard to find.

He carefully looked at the medicine pot and occasionally uncovered the lid to fan it, smelling the burning, bitter fishy aroma in the medicine pot.

The smell of the medicine was too pungent. Actually, it did not smell good and was not good to drink, but at the time, only the herbs could save lives. Looking at the content in the pot gradually turning dark brown and the bitterness of the liquid becoming increasingly strong, Meng Huan’s heart was also slightly relieved.

He squatted by the stove, waiting until the decoction was ready. Then he scooped out a warm bowl, put it in a basket covered with a temperature-insulating cotton cloth, wrapped the porcelain cup tightly, and carried the small basket on the road to the military camp.

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