CH 61.1

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Was Lin Bozhou directly going to leave?

At this instant, Meng Huan’s eyes opened wide.

He looked up incredulously, and An Chui’s gloating laughter came from behind his ears. “It seems that some couples will be separated from each other forever.”

Meng Huan’s lips turned pale for a few moments.

How could… how could Lin Bozhou……

How could he not read the hints in his letter?

When he wrote that letter, An Chui watched Meng Huan, so he didn’t dare to bring in any personal stuff. He only dared to write how much he hated Lin Bozhou, but An Chui was so smart that he even looked closely at the reasons why Meng Huan hated him, not allowing him to write things that no third person knew about.

So, Meng Huan wrote in the letter: Lin Bozhou, I can never forgive you for what you did to my father.

This matter was well known inside and outside the court, and of course, An Chui was also aware of it, so he did not stop it.

But!

Lin Bozhou had already explained the real reason for Meng Xueming’s demotion. From then on, Meng Huan stopped holding a grudge against him, and Lin Bozhou was aware of it in his heart…….

How could he leave without looking back?

Did he not see himself?

There was urging from the city gate. “People at the back move to the front!”

The figures turned, and Meng Huan was taken away to the city gate. His heart, hands, and feet became cold, indescribable dizziness rose in his head, and his feet swayed slightly.

Was the runaway wife plot still irreversible?

If he left the city gates, from now on, did he and Lin Bozhou become enemies and have to take another path?

His forehead was already burning, and his body was weak, but despair rose even stronger in his heart whenever he thought about it.

Why would Lin Bozhou turn around and leave? Did he really believe that letter?

Meng Huan’s nostrils were sour, and inexplicable sourness came up. He looked around blankly, not knowing what to do. The only way now was to take advantage of the crowd to fight hard, but An Chui’s knife was at his back, and the possibility of being hurt for resisting him was high.

However, An Chui seemed to think Lin Bozhou gave up on saving himself and didn’t watch so strictly.

While thinking about how to escape, the gate guards said, “What’s inside the bag?”

“Clothes and a few books.”

An Chui obediently handed him the baggage. The guard fumbled with it and threw it impatiently to the ground. “Get lost.”

An Chui’s face changed for a second, but he still bowed his head and obediently went to pick up the bag. However, as he bent down, the guard suddenly lunged at him like a different person, moving so fast that his palm locked tightly around his neck. “Knock!” He tried to kick his knee down to pin him to the ground.

“What’s going on?!!!”

“What happened?”

“Why is there a fight?!”

The neatly lined up crowd backed up, surprised.

The men disguised as patrols beside the guards came in stride, and the crowd was dispersed. Meng Huan took a few steps backward, wondering why this was happening, but immediately afterward, something in his head reacted. He turned around and ran desperately towards the city gate.

This was an ambush!!!

Lin Bozhou…… was rescuing him……

Meng Huan really fucking wanted to cry, but before that, he didn’t forget to run forward desperately. An Chui drew the knife at his waist and stabbed the guard. He looked up, watching Meng Huan’s running back in the crowd, pushed away the soldier whose arms were trapping him, and ran wildly towards Meng Huan in big strides!

He was a madman.

He couldn’t stand anyone’s deception and betrayal of him.

But he knew Meng Huan had lied to him.

People now surrounded the city gate, and the odds were that he would not be able to escape, but he had to kill Meng Huan before he could escape.

Burning hot air gushed out of Meng Huan’s throat, and his knees were sore and weak, but he ran through the crowd, trying to get as far away from this madman as possible. However, he was so tired and was running out of energy, and An Chui’s horrible face behind him was getting closer and closer–

When Meng Huan turned around and saw him, his heart pounded wildly, almost fainting, and his knees weakened. He lunged forward, expecting to fall heavily to the ground, but he landed in a warm, strong embrace.

Meng Huan’s bones were falling apart, and his knees went down when he hit the arms, but the hands tightly wrapped around his back, like a straight log, holding up all his powerlessness.

Meng Huan could barely react. The sleeves reeking of ice-cold blood brushed over his face. He gathered him tightly into his arms, hugging his narrow waist tightly, and almost squeezed the oxygen out of him with a hug.

“Liar!”

The angry voice sounded behind.

The person holding him switched to hold him with one hand around his waist, lifted his leg, and kicked the lunging An Chui over to the ground with a sharp kick.

Meng Huan’s brain could no longer restrain the dizzy ripples. He felt too tired and wanted to sleep. At the last moment, before closing his eyelids, he looked up–

When Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou’s face, the stone in his heart finally fell.

He didn’t seem to have the energy to care about any more carnage, and instead, he obeyed his will and quietly closed his eyelids.

–

The sky in the prince’s residence darkened, the evening breeze blew, and the leaves fluttered gently.

At the entrance of the bed chamber, when You Jin carried hot water and wanted to go in, he was stopped by the young eunuch. “Godfather, leave the hot water basin outside. The prince won’t let anyone in.”

You Jin knitted his brows, “Doing that?”

“…… Which one?” The young eunuch was amused. “That?”

“Just that. I took a look when the master just came back. He is too thin, and his body is not well. He is already so weak, but the prince still thinks about doing that. It’s too bullying–” You Jin frowned, “Although I also understand this reasoning of absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

A soft voice rang out from the door, “You Jin!”

You Jin hurriedly shut up and leaned against the door. “Your Highness, the hot water has arrived.”

“Bring it in.”

You Jin gently slapped his mouth, picked up the basin, and carefully walked inside. He saw the figure sitting beside the bed; his clothes were intact while the master was lying in the bedding, not yet awake. Lin Bozhou held the thin white wrist poking out from under the quilt.

Lin Bozhou glanced at him. “Doing that?”

You Jin hurriedly kneeled. “Nothing.”

He could obviously feel that ever since he went out with Meng Huan last time and Meng Huan got lost, Lin Bozhou was displeased with him.