CH 34.2

The calm emotion under Lin Bozhou’s eyes rippled as he took the bowl and sighed. “It’s this husband who’s being unreasonable.”

Tilting his head, the knot in his throat slid, and he finished the medicinal soup.

Meng Huan saw that the bowl was empty and thought he had reached an agreement with him, so he took the bowl. “I’ll go get sweetened water.”

Lin Bozhou: “Hm?”

His tone was evidently tinged with disagreement, and Meng Huan was slightly confused. “Didn’t…… we agree that you would drink the medicine and I would feed you something else?”

“…………”

Lin Bozhou’s eyebrow tips were severely pressed down. He realized again, in hindsight, that his and Meng Huan’s brain circuits were different. The tip of his tongue was pressed against his teeth column, and he seemed somewhat helpless.

For a moment, he couldn’t help but laugh and let out a soft breath. “All right. Huan Huan, come here.”

Meng Huan held the bowl, still baffled. “No more drinks?”

“Come over here.”

There was something else in Lin Bozhou’s gentle voice.

Meng Huan did not understand it too well, put down the bowl, and approached him. He took him by the wrist and brought him to his lap. Remembering his knee injury, he wanted to look down, but his jaw was pinched and wrenched toward Lin Bozhou’s face.

The kiss with the bitter taste of medicine fell; it was slightly hot. The lips rubbed against his lower lip, and the tip of his tongue crashed in.

“……”

Kissing people after having a disagreement.

Meng Huan fell onto him with some unpleasant movements, mainly because the kiss was so sudden, and he was not mentally prepared.

But his waist soon went soft, and he was wrapped in Lin Bozhou’s arms. Pinching his jaw, Lin Bozhou’s mouth was wanton and restless.

Meng Huan tasted the bitter fishy flavor of medicine. His brow wrinkled, and he gently grasped Lin Bozhou’s clothes. However, his back was against the table, and he couldn’t move at all and could only let Lin Bozhou seize his lips and tongue.

“No more water.”

Lin Bozhou’s voice was tinged with laughter, and he took the time to say something.

Meng Huan immediately understood his meaning, face fully red, and heard the next sentence. “It’s the same as drinking Huan Huan.”

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Lin Bozhou’s leg injury made Emperor Xuan He distressed, and he was forced to go back to his house to rest for a day, which was destined to be a sleepless night.

After eating, Lin Bozhou listened to the book for a sichen as usual, then dismissed everyone around him.

Hearing him saying, “All go down,” Meng Huan’s back was cold.

Lin Bozhou undid his clothes, his eyebrows were tinged with shadows, and his tone was extremely compelling. “Huan Huan, isn’t it time to sleep?”

This sleep was not the same as the other sleep.

“……”

Meng Huan shrunk in the corner of the bed under the quilt, watching Lin Bozhou approach. His heart was really confused, and he felt he could not resist the man who had just experienced something novel.

For some reason, his relationship with Lin Bozhou had developed into this. No one could save him even if he started to recite “Amitabha Buddha.”

Lin Bozhou was in an estrus period now. This was exactly the same as described in the book, from the noble and benevolent Buddha’s child into the evil spirit who sought pleasure night and day.

Deep in the bedding, Meng Huan heard the sound of the night watch outside the hall and gritted his teeth, “Your Highness …… woo. Doesn’t Your Highness have to go to court tomorrow……?”

The fog before him was moist and heavy, so thick that it was almost impossible to get rid of. Lin Bozhou’s voice was mixed with hot breath. “Hmm.”

“Woo woo…… Your Highness should go to sleep.” Meng Huan couldn’t resist, “Your Highness, you’ll die suddenly like this.”

Lin Bozhou pressed his forehead against his and seemed to laugh out loud.

“…… With Huan Huan, this husband is willing to die suddenly.”

His response to him was conveyed in only a few short breaths.

The thick fog still wrapped around him, caressing every inch of Meng Huan’s skin until it penetrated deep into his bone marrow, causing ripples to echo through his limbs and bones.

Little by little, the violent storm finally turned into a continuous drizzle and a damp and muddy morning……

……

At two o’clock late at night, a slight movement rang out in the hall.

Lin Bozhou propped himself up, and his thick eyelashes drooped slightly. You Jin tip-toed closer, took his clothes for him, and then put on his shoes.

“Your Highness—”

Lin Bozhou put up a finger, signaling him to be quiet.

Tilting his head, he looked at Meng Huan, sleeping soundly in the quilt and curling up. The corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips curved. He slipped on his shoes and went outside the screen.

You Jin’s voice was soft. “Your Highness, is your leg better?”

“It is fine. This prince usually sits in the cabinet and doesn’t need to use his legs.” Lin Bozhou folded his hands into his scarlet court clothes, turned his hand sideways, and gently tossed his hair back.

You Jin whispered, “Your Highness, you should pay attention to your health.”

Lin Bozhou let out an “mm.”

After washing up, he left the main hall and sat on the shoulder carriage.

A group of people hurriedly headed toward the entrance of the prince’s residence with lanterns in the darkness of the night. Lin Bozhou was dressed up then, and his hair was tied with a jade crown. There was an unconcealed elegance in his face, but his lips were pursed, and he had the careless indifference of a person in a high position of power.

He should think about today’s dynastic affairs.

…… But unconsciously, the thoughts returned to the small shadow on the bed.

Lin Bozhou opened his eyes a few moments later and asked, “Why does the princess not like the opera troupe?”

You Jin said, “Maybe it’s because the princess thinks that if Your Highness finds a troupe, he will become immersed in political affairs every day and ignore the princess!”

The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips unconsciously lifted. “Is that so?”

“It must be,” You Jin said with a smile. “It must be because the princess is afraid that Your Highness will leave him alone, so he deliberately said that he doesn’t like the opera troupe so that Your Highness can keep him company.”

Lin Bozhou smiled, and his cold eyebrows looked gentler.

He knew You Jin was saying good things to make him happy, but he still felt happy because of such an imagination.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, “Let’s hope so.”

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Prince Regent: (Self brain-storming) Wife really loves this prince so much.

Huan Huan: ?