CH 4.1

Don’t you like the fierce ones?

Meng Huan thought: I will let you experience today how soft a person can be.

He came down delicately. The men in this pavilion, married or not, felt numb on their backs.

Shen Qingyu, attracted by the sound, looked over. “Your Highness, when did you find such a wonderful person? Didn’t you just take in a fierce and untamed concubine a few days ago? Now you are in such good spirits that you take one daily. Can your body endure it?”

The prince regent’s friends actually knew that Lin Bozhou was busy with political affairs and  uninterested in beauties. A few days ago, they heard he grabbed a concubine on the street before the Jiaofang Institute*. They were surprised and later heard that the concubine was extremely bad-tempered and would scold anyone he met, which was outrageous.

*Jiaofang Institute: It was under the Ministry of Rites and was responsible for performing music for celebrations and welcoming distinguished guests; also an official brothel with many musicians and female musicians (official prostitutes).

But how come there was a soft and lovely concubine in front of them?

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids. “You are talking about the same person.”

“……”

Shen Qingyu choked on his tea with a “Pfft—”

Meng Huan ran slowly, the standard cartoon run, to the pavilion, revealing a lovely smile. “Husband, this concubine did not see you just now. You won’t be angry, right?”

A delicate and soft whisper.

“Tch.”

The people with weak resolve had already started to abandon their hearing.

Lin Bozhou: “No.”

“Thank you, husband.” Meng Huan took the maid’s fan, leaned forward, and said, “Is husband hot? This concubine will fan you, is that all right?”

Lin Bozhou: “You can fan if you want.”

“……”

Unethical. Meng Huan’s smile gradually froze.

Prince regent, shouldn’t you “knit your cold, stern eyebrows and feet an unspeakable disgust well up inside looking at the fawning face in front of you, feeling dirty from the touch and just wanting him to get lost as far away as possible?”

The novel’s highly cold male protagonist would directly tell an enamoured male to get lost. Why is your persona wrong?

Meng Huan: TvT

But the person who took the initiative to fan was himself. Meng Huan felt it was not good to hit himself in the face and could only stand on the side, slowly fanning. The sun was intense in the daytime, so Lin Bozhou wore a veil on his eyes, knocking chess pieces one by one.

The game took a long time, and Shen Qingyu thought for a quarter of an hour to move one piece.

Meng Huan said at the right time, “Your Highness, he plays slow, far worse than you.”

Shen Qingyu: “……”

Lin Bozhou: “Hmm.”

“Your Highness, his movement of playing chess pieces is so strange. It’s far worse than yours, which is so beautiful and elegant.”

“……”

“Hm.”

“Did Your Highness win again? So awesome!”

“……”

“Hmm.”

Shen Qingyu also wanted to speak. “Your Highness!”

Thinking that his child was already three years old, Lin Bozhou frowned. “Shut up.”

“……”

Shen Qingyu smiled and mentally said: People can’t or at least shouldn’t do this. I came to play chess with you to relieve your boredom when I learned that you stayed home and declined to meet visitors, but you brought your wife to make fun of me.

Meanwhile, Meng Huan hoped that the words “shut up” were addressed to himself.

He expected Lin Bozhou to give himself a cold “get lost,” this order. Then, Meng Huan would unrelentingly go to the inner treasury to ask the accountant for his 30,000 yuan monthly salary, treating him like he was never here.

Shen Qingyu got serious and looked at Meng Huan. “This is Meng Xueming’s son?”

“Mm.”

Lin Bozhou eyed the chess game, his eyebrows contemplating and his fingertips repeatedly playing with the chess pieces.

Shen Qingyu sighed. “Your Highness, your love of bullying honest people has not changed at all.”

“Your father also has contributions in asking His Majesty to remove him from the post and banish him.”

“……”

Shen Qingyu shut up. Fine, I can’t say anything about you.

At the side, Meng Huan blinked, vaguely remembering something when listening to the three words “Meng Xueming.”

Meng Huan’s father was framed and imprisoned for impeaching the prince regent. He was reduced to a military post and issued to a remote place. Meng Huan, on the other hand, was put into the Jiaofang Institute for fun.

Jiaofang Institute, also known as the government-run brothel.

Meng Xueming’s impeachment of the treacherous prince regent was so famous in the capital that some institute members secretly took care of him to prevent him from receiving clients and defiling his body. Unexpectedly, someone came to make trouble that day and kicked open the institute’s door. “Let the guilty minister’s son come out to receive clients!”

Humiliating him, the other party pinched Meng Huan’s jaw and laughed. “You look so lustrous. This young master’s house is just short of a concubine. Why don’t you come?”

He was pulled to the main street, but unexpectedly, the prince regent’s carriage happened to pass by.

The curtain lifted, covering half of Lin Bozhou’s handsome and cold side face. “Who is making a clamor?”

Someone said, “Robbing a concubine, the son of Meng Xueming.”

Lin Bozhou glanced at Meng Huan.

He threw down a sentence. “This prince has taken a fancy to this person. Bring him back to the prince’s residence.”

A simple sentence determined the ownership of Meng Huan. The person wanting him became silent. Who dared to fight with Lin Bozhou? Maybe their heads would fall off first before the result came out.