Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Lin Bozhou seemed to have come to see him before he slept and intended to leave after seeing him.

But when he walked through the door, he stopped in his tracks. “Huan Huan, this husband will take a break in two days. Would you like to go have fun at the hunting ground?”

“Hunting ground?” Meng Huan repeated.

Did you mean the hunting ground with many horses, cattle, sheep, fawn, and roe deer— the hunting around with bows and arrows?

Meng Huan’s mood was suddenly lifted. Before he could nod, Lin Bozhou had smiled first. “Catching small fish by yourself in the residence today?”

Meng Huan licked his lips. “Your Highness also knows about this?”

“Well,” Lin Bozhou’s bass voice was suppressed in his throat, “If Huan Huan feels bored in the house, this husband will take you out to have some fun, okay?”

His voice had a tantalizingly husky tone.

Meng Huan froze and mumbled.

After he finished, Lin Bozhou seemed to be going back to sleep. He raised his hand to part the curtain, and the eunuchs immediately lit the lantern for him, his figure disappearing outside the courtyard.

Meng Huan stayed frozen in the same place, and the wind blowing on his body was cold. After a while, he realized Lin Bozhou was taking him out to play.

Was it to make up for the unhappiness of that day when he went out alone?

Lin Bozhou seemed quite nice to him.

Inexplicably, Shan Xing’s words in the afternoon flooded his mind, and the strange feeling when he left the bed chamber that day also began to return. Meng Huan was the kind of person who would become slightly disoriented and forgetful when drinking too much wine. In the past, when he went out with his friends, he was said to have drunkenly smashed his head against the table and scared his friends.

Meng Huan scratched his head and began to think: Could it be that I had been drugged?

If he was drugged, then who would have drugged him? Only Xu Ruolin had an aphrodisiac in the restaurant. But Xu Ruolin was a friend of the original host, so why would he give the original host a drug?

Besides, what was his reason for drugging him?

“……”

Meng Huan propped his head up and began to feel pain.

He hated this world of power and conspiracy that harmed others for their own benefit.

Lying down on the bed, Meng Huan closed his eyes and pondered. Before falling asleep in a daze, some image flashed in his head.

He seemed to see a carriage, wheels embedded with gold, and saddles woven with silver thread. He stood before the carriage with crossed arms and said, “Wow, it’s beautiful……”.

In another image, he was already inside the carriage.

The man’s body had a lukewarm sandalwood fragrance emanating from his clothes, exuding a distant and indifferent temperament. His scarlet court dress was embroidered with python patterns, the design gorgeous and imposing, looking lofty and untouchable.

If it were the usual Meng Huan, when he saw Lin Bozhou in this official uniform, he would immediately recall the image of him controlling the court and killing people like flies, so he would avoid him from afar.

But in the picture, he was sitting in Lin Bozhou’s arms, looking up at him, and the tips of their noses touched intimately and affectionately. It was as if he could still recall the slightly cool breath of his nose.

“Hubby…… “ The voice was incredibly coy.

Meng Huan’s heart shook a bit. He turned his face sideways and felt the kiss he dropped on Lin Bozhou’s lips. Lin Bozhou’s lips were cold, and those drooping eyes were also cold as if he intended to push himself away.

But he pressed himself hard and forcefully moved closer to him, scratching him hard before kissing his lips. The action was rough, and the kiss seemed to make Lin Bozhou let out a soft sigh. His lips were slightly red, looking quite tempting.

“…………”

Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes.

It. Must. Be. Fake!

First of all, how could he be like a rutting Omega who wanted to kiss, hug, and stick to Lin Bozhou? Moreover, how could Lin Bozhou let himself be kissed so submissively?

Couldn’t he kick him out?!

Meng Huan desperately rubbed his head to dispel this illogical image. Another more outrageous image appeared in his mind when he was shaking that picture away.

The dream he dreamt of that day. Lin Bozhou wrapped him like a damp gray mist, still holding him like a fog, and looked down at himself.

He said, “Where?”

Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his arms, “Inside.”

After getting approval, he saw Lin Bozhou’s long, slender fingers ruffle his hair back, and his shoulders moved and slowly pushed forward. Then, the pain that sent chills down his spine flooded through his body.

Cold sweat emerged from his back and went down along his forehead. Meng Huan seemed to become sober and aware of something.

…… No way.

But this time, Meng Huan’s inner voice of denial was not as sure anymore…… Because everything was quite familiar and imprinted in his head, carrying his body’s memories with it, it appeared clear and real.

Meng Huan desperately rubbed his head.

He rubbed repeatedly until the hair on his head was slightly messy, and he stood up.

Meng Huan showed an expression of confusion mixed with shame.

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Before going out with Lin Bozhou to go hunting, Meng Huan moved from the courtyard to the main palace where the princess lived and carried out tedious activities to finally complete the ceremony.

The vacation day was a clear day. The capital’s inner city was some distance away from the outer city. Early in the morning, the atmosphere inside the prince’s residence was unusually relaxed and cheerful.

When Meng Huan walked to the door, he saw Shan Xing standing lazily in light clothes with a bow and arrow on his back.

He saw Meng Huan. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

Meng Huan: “Are you also going hunting?”

“Of course. Not only this subordinate but there are many more accompanying us.”

Meng Huan glanced around. Indeed, when Lin Bozhou went out to play, the party was so big that it was frightening. The servants were responsible for his clothing, food, housing, and transportation; the guards were responsible for his life safety; and the guests were responsible for reading poems and painting to cheer him up. A black mass of people already waited behind him.

It was worthy of the powerful’s disposition.

When Meng Huan froze, he noticed the black bow that Shan Xing was carrying. “Will you use this later?”

Shan Xing simply said, “The prince uses it.”

“Then why do you carry it on your back when he uses—” Meng Huan was just about to say, but he nodded steadily then. Well, I forgot about the damn hierarchy again.

“The prince is a wolf raised in the northern grassland. In these years, he had more contact with the civilian court officials and looked much more civilized. But the prince used to lead the golden dog to go hunting in the jungle when he was still the heir in Kuzhou, and his archery skill has no flaw.” Shan Xing smiled at Meng Huan, “Your Highness can take a look at the prince’s archery skill later. You will definitely be fascinated with him.”

“……” Is it that good?

While the two were chatting idly, a voice came from behind them, “The prince has arrived.”

Meng Huan wanted to turn around when a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

A tall shadow fell at his side, accompanied by a faint voice. “All right, no need for formalities.”

He turned around and saw that Lin Bozhou had changed into clean and crisp traveling clothes instead of the previous plain clothes. His wrists and shoulders were bound with leather armor, and his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, which made him a bit more capable and experienced than his previous outward elegance and inner madness.

Meng Huan was inexplicably stunned.