CH 21.5

A chill emerged on his back, making Meng Huan’s hands and feet cold. He just transmigrated into the book and didn’t have a sense of reality in this place, not wanting to care about anything except saving his own life.

However, after finding out that Lin Bozhou was truly like a privileged person in a high position and didn’t regard his dignity, handling him the same way the ancients treated their concubines, he still felt very surprised.

Although this day would arrive sooner or later, Meng Huan didn’t expect for himself to be drunk and only wake up after everything was done.

He eased through the nausea and stood up again. The maids’ voices sounded outside the door. “Ma–Princess.”

They said, “Changshi Chen An requests to pay his respects to the princess.”

The appellation had changed.

Lin Bozhou gave him a promotion?

Meng Huan was momentarily confused and realized that the following process was no different from a bestowed concubine sleeping with the emperor, only becoming a little favored toy.

He clenched his teeth, feeling a little speechless as a modern man. “Not seeing.”

The light through the window indicated that it was noon. Lin Bozhou should be in the court in the Imperial City. Meng Huan closed his eyes, and the scene from yesterday afternoon when he was drinking flashed through his mind. It must have been at that time: he was drunk, got on the carriage with Lin Bozhou, and lost consciousness……

Meng Huan opened his eyes again. The sun shone on his face, his delicate and fragile complexion pale to almost transparent degree, his pitch-black pupils refracted with broken light, and his face was expressionless.

He looked a bit dazed.

To be honest, he felt very bad now. Meng Huan was originally a virgin and never had any sexual experience, but now, his muscles were sore, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. He didn’t feel any of the wonderful feelings in the novel, and his entire body felt like crumpled paper, completely unable to guess what Lin Bozhou did to himself.

“Tell the people in my courtyard to come and pick me up.” Meng Huan pushed open the door.

The maid was worried about his body. “Princess, how about resting again? With Princess’ current physical condition, it’s better to stay in the prince’s chamber and wait for the prince to return from the court—”

Meng Huan did not know, but this group of servants knew.

This morning, Lin Bozhou went to court half a shichen later than usual, not hurrying to go after getting dressed in court clothes. Instead, he sat on the bedside to look at the princess’ complexion, his expression tender, and his fingertips couldn’t help but caress his face.

The servants guessed the prince’s heart and knew Lin Bozhou wanted to see the princess as soon as he returned.

Meng Huan hesitated for a moment. “Forget it.”

He didn’t want to stay here.

The maid didn’t stop him anymore. “Yes.”

The subordinates carried the shoulder carriage and sent Meng Huan back to his courtyard. Meng Huan stood in the yard and looked around this familiar place, breathing in the familiar scent. His suspended heart finally fell a little, becoming less lost and restless.

The weakness in his bone marrow came up, and Meng Huan could feel the discomfort in his body with a light step. This strange feeling was as if his life was completely at the mercy of another person.

An inexplicable sourness came up.

Fengzhi held a basin and opened her mouth. “Ma–”

But the news of Meng Huan being promoted to princess had been reported here, so she opened her mouth and changed it to “Princess.”

Meng Huan hung his head, shook his head, returned to his compartment, closed the door, and buckled it.

He wanted to pee, but when he walked over to the barrel and tried, he couldn’t even relieve himself. It hurt so much that he didn’t even know how he had been played with.

“Woo woo woo……”

Meng Huan’s grievance finally could not be controlled, and his voice carried a sobbing tone. He climbed back to the bed and covered himself under the quilt. When the air in the quilt was drained and unbearably hot, he finally lifted the quilt to reveal a small face damp with tears again.

—Lin Bozhou didn’t respect him.

—Lin Bozhou treated him as a plaything.

What kind of man-eating society was this? …… Meng Huan couldn’t help but sob spasmodically when he thought of this, closing his eyes to sleep. In his half-asleep state, he had a nightmare about last night, Lin Bozhou’s face materializing at the end of the fog.

QAQ!

Meng Huan’s sleep was unpleasant.

–

It was raining heavily in the capital, sweeping away the summer heat in the city into cool, rainy air with mist shrouding the entire Imperial City.

When Lin Bozhou’s shoes stepped out of the south gate, Shan Xing immediately held an umbrella above his head so that the rain would not wet his crimson mangpao.

“Your Highness is back so early today.” Shan Xing said, “Lift your feet. Be careful with your shoes; don’t let them get wet in the water.”

Lin Bozhou’s shoes stepped on the marble top, leaving slight traces of water.

“It’s raining so heavily all of a sudden. It wasn’t raining when we left this morning. Changshi Chen sent people to deliver an umbrella just now.” Shan Xing rambled, “After this rain, the day is about to heat up.”

After he finished, he looked to the side and realized that the prince wasn’t listening to him seriously.

Lin Bozhou stood quietly behind the rain; the high eaves and buildings of the Forbidden City were behind him, the silhouette of his body as tall as a jade. He hummed, looked at the drizzling rain, and asked, “Is Huan Huan awake yet?”

“…… Tsk.” Indeed, he was only interested in asking about the princess. Shan Xing said, “Princess woke up, stayed in the bed chamber for a while, and returned to his courtyard.”

“How is he?”

Shan Xing said, “He seems to be in a bad mood. Chen An wanted to report Your Highness’ title bestowal, but Princess didn’t see him and left straight away. According to the attending maids, the Princess secretly cried for a long time.”

Lin Bozhou was quiet, and his heart seemed to have a pulling pain. He reached out and caught the raindrops falling from the umbrella.

It was cold, falling along his fingers and converging into the water ripples on the marble floor.

Shan Xing was busy calling the carriage, turning back to the attendant and shouting, “Come here. The prince is waiting.”

By his ear, Lin Bozhou said, “Pingzhi.”

“Huh?” Shan Xing shivered from the wind, slightly not understanding Lin Bozhou’s sudden gentle tone, and turned to look at him as if he was possessed.

The corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips lifted into a small arc, smiling.

He was thinking about something and spoke very slowly.

However, he appeared to be extremely happy.

“I seem to know what ‘like’ is.”