CH 39.1

The gloomy atmosphere was like a mountain rain coming to fill the building*.

*A metaphor for the tense atmosphere before a conflict or war breaks out.

Cui Han wanted to explain something but was suddenly heavily slapped on the face, causing his head to tilt, his ears to ring, his eyes to blur, his mind to wobble, and his knees to go weak and fall to the ground.

“Your Highness, forgive me!”

He looked at the face before him in panic.

Lin Bozhou’s words were cold. “This slap is on behalf of your grandfather, hitting you, an ignorant and incompetent thing! It’s fine if you are naughty yourself, but you take the princess with you. If something happens to him, this prince will definitely skin you alive.”

This was a warning.

Lin Bozhou was so smart that he could see at once that he was trying to curry favor with Meng Huan to get something.

He was the young master of the chief minister of the cabinet’s family, but he was slapped because the prince was protecting Meng Huan, which made his back chill and his body cold. But if he were not the grandson of Elder Cui, he would have received not a slap but a knife.

Cui Han’s face was half red and swollen, and his vision blurred, but he had to keep nodding. “…… Your Highness is right.”

Lin Bozhou held Meng Huan’s hand tightly, lowered his eyelashes, and finally said two words. “Get lost.”

Cui Han was like being splashed with a basin of cold water, his body all cold, and he left the prince’s residence in a daze.

He got into the carriage and returned to outside the Cui residence, where a slender, upright figure was leaning at the end of the alley. The young man was about 17 or 18 years old, with a braid on his forehead, holding a bow in his hand. His fingers had thick calluses, and his eyes were extremely sharp, reminiscent of the eagle in the wilderness.

The young man mocked him. “Little Young Master, who hit you this time?”

Cui Han gritted his teeth, and he no longer had the roguish silly smile on his face in front of Meng Huan. His dark eyes were morbidly fierce, almost dripping blood. “An Chui! What does it have to do with you? You are here to make fun of me again!”

“Not to make fun of you. Eldest Young Master told me that not only will you not be able to achieve anything by going there, but you may also cause Lin Bozhou to be alerted,” He clapped his hands. “It’s really true, pleasant to see.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a furious Cui Han stepped forward, dragged him by his hair, and knocked him desperately against the wall, knocking out a bloodstain.

An Chui did not fight back, and his eyes were contemptuous.

Cui Han let go. “You’re just the Jurchen tribe’s zhizi*; how dare you use such language to talk to this young master, ah?!”

*Zhizi: a prince sent to be held as a hostage in a neighboring state in ancient China.

He began to hiss, venting the anger he suffered at Lin Bozhou.

After a long time of silence, An Chui shook his head. “Little Young Master should continue to indulge in wine and sex and stop meddling in political affairs.”

But in return, Cui Han delivered a heavy punch.

However, how could he hurt a nomad’s body with his frail strength? An Chui laughed and calmly witnessed his madness.

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Meng Huan let Lin Bozhou hold his hand inside the prince’s residence and returned to the bed chamber.

In the past, only Lin Bozhou bathed after his carriage ride, and Meng Huan just squatted next to him to talk, but Lin Bozhou’s tone this time was relentless. “Take it off.”

“……”

Meng Huan was covered with the rancid smell of the water plants in the pond, and his hair was all tangled. After removing his clothes and entering the washbasin, he turned to face the equally naked Lin Bozhou, with his jaws on the edge of the washbasin and a layer of hard-to-hide redness floating behind his ears.

Lin Bozhou picked up his hair and meticulously cleaned it. Meng Huan couldn’t help but turn around and see Lin Bozhou’s slightly downcast eyes, seemingly calm and relaxed.

Then he thought of him hitting Cui Han with a slap.

Lin Bozhou seemed to never carry his emotions with him.

Meng Huan thought momentarily, asking, “Why was Your Highness so angry just now?”

“Cui Han?”

Meng Huan let out an “mm” and tried to turn his head to look at him but was pressed by his large, slightly cool hand on his shoulder.

Lin Bozhou’s gaze was indifferent. Inch by inch, he branded his back, and his fingertips stroked slowly, like stroking fine and smooth silk. “Huan Huan should know that most people who take the initiative to approach you are actually not good at heart.”

Lin Bozhou was a powerful man, and Meng Huan was his wife; they were one. Lin Bozhou’s flaws may not be easy to find, but Meng Huan was really his weakness.

Many high-ranking officials had fallen on their wives and children.

Meng Huan let out an “oh” and noticed Lin Bozhou’s hand on his waist. “How come Huan Huan didn’t come to the door to greet this husband today?”

At that time, Meng Huan was treading water in the pond happily and didn’t have the mind to think about anything else. He was about to say, “I forgot the time……”

Something hot pressed against his back.

With the sound of water flowing, Lin Bozhou unconsciously got very close to him, gently embraced his shoulders, and came close to kiss his ear, kissing it intimately. He smiled and said, “Then compensate for this husband now, okay?”

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On the bed, Meng Huan touched his white belly in boredom, with the quilt beside him empty and cold. Lin Bozhou sat in the study, reading and writing letters. The thin door frame allowed him to see the slender figure seated on the opposite side of the room.

Meng Huan got up out of boredom, propped his sore arms on the futon, and a soreness flooded his shoulders…… should be the traces of the sex just now.

When the words flashed in his head, Meng Huan’s brain suddenly blanked out for a moment, and his wrist stopped, somehow thinking of a sentence–

…… Only the soreness in his body would show that Lin Bozhou had embraced him, but at other times, this person did not belong to himself at all.

Meng Huan sat at the head of the bed, lowered his eyes, and was inexplicably stunned momentarily.

Although his relationship with Lin Bozhou was intimate, there was no love process and only mutual skilled calmness after the marriage. It always felt…… too fast.