CH 29.1

Meng Huan felt a chill on his back, and his heart pounded violently as he guessed the meaning of Lin Bozhou’s words.

…… Did Lin Bozhou want him again?

Wasn’t this frequency a bit high?

Meng Huan walked back in a daze, following his lead, and his brain was a little dizzy; he felt that things were wrong…… wasn’t Lin Bozhou’s sexual desire for him a little too strong?

Now, the sky was close to evening, and darkness enveloped them from afar. The servants raised the lanterns, and the lights emerged one by one, lighting up the road from the temple back to the field.

Meng Huan’s complicated mood was gradually blown away by the refreshing feeling, and he relaxed.

“What are you looking at?” Lin Bozhou asked with a smile.

“Beautiful. The fields here are beautiful,” Meng Huan said.

Lin Bozhou smiled. “Mm, beautiful. There are also fireflies back at the manor. Take the wine to the courtyard so Huan Huan can look at it however he wants.”

His eyes reflected a little starlight when he said this, and his pupils glowed slightly. It was as if the world was incomparably quiet, and only he was in his eyes.

…… Somehow, it made Meng Huan slow down his pace, and his heart pounded fiercely in his chest.

They came to the edge of a bridge and went around, but they saw a carriage parked in front of them. Then came a eunuch, kneeling on the ground and crying.

“Your Highness!” His voice was very mournful.

Lin Bozhou stopped walking.

The eunuch’s head was covered with blood, and his voice cried, “Your Highness, His Majesty, His Majesty wants to see you. His Majesty, His Majesty is not feeling well, saying that someone has drugged him and wanted to poison him to death. His Majesty told Your Highness to go to the palace immediately to make a decision. This servant said…… that His Majesty slept without a quilt last night…… and was infected with a cold and diarrhea. His Majesty then picked up a jade vase and smashed it on this servant’s head…… and asked this servant to invite Your Highness into the palace……”

“……”

Meng Huan also felt a little confused.

Emperor Xuan He was a very paranoid person, and it was not the first time that he had mistaken his illness for being poisoned by someone else. Meng Huan could remember a few occasions.

“Could Emperor Xuan He really be infected with a cold and is only being overly suspicious?” Meng Huan asked tentatively.

The eunuch cried aggressively and only shook his head. His head was covered with blood; he didn’t even wipe it on the way to the prince regent’s residence, and he ran all the way to the outer city field.

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou again.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes. Meng Huan could feel the relaxation in Lin Bozhou’s body dissipate. A slight chill penetrated his body, turning into the familiar calmness, and his tone was placid. “This prince will go now.”

“Now?”

It was already six or seven o’clock in the evening— not to mention it was dark.

“His Majesty is in a distressed mood. As a subject, it is my duty to rush to appease His Majesty overnight.” Lin Bozhou turned to Meng Huan with gentle eyes. “Huan Huan, go back to rest first. Have a drink with this husband another day, okay?”

He had to be busy with political affairs, and whether Meng Huan drank or not didn’t matter.

Meng Huan nodded. “Mm, okay. Your Highness, go quickly.”

Lin Bozhou took the reins handed to him by the eunuch.

He flipped on the horse and went away. His silhouette seemed like a worker who, with much difficulty, went on vacation but was suddenly called to work overtime.

Meng Huan inexplicably remembered that he woke up for work early in the morning. Daily.

“……”

Iron-blooded workers.

Looking at it made him feel sorry.

After Lin Bozhou left, the scene fell into silence.

Fengzhi was afraid that Meng Huan was lonely and said, “I heard that they keep a geisha at the manor who can sing, dance, and play the pipa. Princess, why don’t we go back and watch for fun?”

“……”

For some reason, seeing Lin Bozhou running all night to deal with political affairs while he could still leisurely watch the show, he always had a sense of…… guilt. After all, all his current enjoyment was earned by Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan shook his head and said, “Let’s wait and see.”

And a little embarrassed.

On the way back to the manor, Meng Huan heard the sound of muffled thunder not long after walking.

Was it going to rain?

—The horse-riding Lin Bozhou……

This thought flashed through Meng Huan’s mind as he stopped in place, his tilted eyes reflecting the gray light and shadow.

“Your Highness, let’s go. It’s going to rain soon!” Fengzhi quickened her pace, and her hands had already covered his head. “Getting wet in the rain can cause you to catch a cold!”

Meng Huan moved his lips, inexplicably saying, “The prince—”

In front of his eyes, another scattered strike of lightning lit up the pale sky.

…… Will he get caught in the rain?

Who will give him an umbrella?

Meng Huan closed his eyes.