Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The weather was hot and dry without a trace of wind.

Meng Huan ate breakfast and lunch together, finishing near noon.

He slept too late in the morning, resulting in no nap after eating. Instead, he found a pavilion to sit and fan himself.

So bored and hot, with nothing to do.

After sitting for a while, he heard what seemed to be singing from a distance and couldn’t help asking, “What is that?”

Fengzhi: “Hmm?”

“That singing, what is the source of it?”

Fengzhi let out an “Oh.”

“This is the opera troupe invited yesterday, but Your Highness was unwilling to listen. The Qingkes are looking forward to it and spending money to order a song. There is probably a stage set up to perform there.”

“……” Meng Huan was silent.

What? This is what Lin Bozhou bought for him!

Bought. For. Him!

Bought. For. Him!

qwq!

How come he hadn’t enjoyed it yet, but this group of literati from the prince’s residence had enjoyed it first!

Did Lin Bozhou stay up late every night and exchange his life for money to let them enjoy it?

Meng Huan was feeling angry for Lin Bozhou when a figure came ahead.

Shan Xing took a fan and bowed with a smile. “Your Highness, are you here to listen to the song?”

Meng Huan pursed his lips, very unhappy, and saw that he also brought an actress painted with powder. At the sight of Meng Huan, they knelt. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

Meng Huan originally thought this was a woman, but unexpectedly, the voice was male. His eyes widened slightly, and his expression was a bit surprised.

The man immediately smiled and used a female voice again. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

Meng Huan: “Wow.”

He seemed quite pretty, with nose and cheeks painted red, a vermilion hairpin on the top of his head, and a seductive figure, looking extremely lean and sluggish.

Shan Xing tapped him on the shoulder. “Little flower fairy, perform a segment for the princess.”

“……” Meng Huan wanted to say, “No need.”

That little flower fairy walked to the pavilion and made the orchid finger*. His voice was mellow, singing high and low.

*A hand gesture in traditional dances (joint thumb and middle finger, the rest extended).

“When the fish and the geese fall, the birds start to make noise. The moon is ashamed, and the flowers are trembling with sorrow…..”

Meng Huan blinked, and his back tensed up with an unspeakable stiffness.

He originally thought that if he didn’t watch the opera, the side plot of him being taken away by the original shou’s friend wouldn’t unfold. However, he did not expect the person before him to sing.

Would the side plot unseal?

Meng Huan tilted his head and looked confused, but after the person sang, he still nodded and applauded. “It is so pleasant to hear.”

The little flower fairy seemed to be encouraged by him. “If Princess likes it, feel free to call this junior, and this junior will come over immediately.”

Meng Huan suddenly raised his eyes, realizing that this person’s self-proclaimed name was not “this servant” but “this junior.”

Actors were slaves, so addressing themselves as “this servant” to him was reasonable.

When the common people saw him, they had to address themselves as “this small person.”

When a scholar who had passed the examination saw him, they had to address themselves as “this student.”

But the man before him addressed himself as “this junior.” That meant he must have a status and was from an official’s family.

Meng Huan felt that he had become smart simultaneously, and his gaze incomprehensibly turned to Shan Xing.

Shan Xing still had that familiar cheap smile. “This is the grandson of the Chief Minister of the Cabinet, Cui Renfang, Cui Han. Young Master Cui, meet His Highness.”

Meng Huan’s fingers clutching the fan loosened, and his mind went blank.

This name was a bit familiar.

—But he could not remember exactly where it was from.

“……”

Meng Huan: qwq

After reading a book, he couldn’t remember anything about the plot. He knew everything about where the male lead had sex. He was a stupid and perverted person.

Since this was the case, Meng Huan tried to be as calm as possible and not to reveal anything. “Hmm.”

Unexpectedly, Cui Han familiarly came up to him. “This junior and the princess studied in the same Qinglu Academy, and we usually greet each other when we meet. Pingzhi, you do not need to introduce us.”

“…………”

Meng Huan mentally said: still an acquaintance, right?

Shan Xing was surprised. “So it’s like that!”

Meng Huan’s lips skewed downward, and he could only say, “I hit the column before and can’t remember some things.”

Cui Han: “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that Your Highness can’t remember this junior. After all, this junior and Your Highness didn’t talk much then. Your Highness and Lu Nanxing’s relationship is the best.”

Once he said that, Meng Huan looked slightly beaten.

He remembered. It seemed that because Meng Xueming had been stuck in the Imperial Hanlin Academy for a long time, without being an official, his salary was extremely low, and his family circumstances were poor. The original shou could only enter the academy as Lu Nanxing’s companion and was often ridiculed by those rich young masters.

This Cui Han, the grandson of the chief minister of the cabinet, should be the biggest young master.

He wondered if he was one of those who ridiculed himself then.

Meng Huan’s eyelids drooped downward, and his expression was somewhat cold.

Cui Han discerned what he thought by his body language and hurriedly said, “Cough, Your Highness isn’t to be blamed.”

Meng Huan didn’t reply to him, getting up and preparing to leave the pavilion. “When will His Highness return?”

Shan Xing: “Usually at Senshi*.”

*Shenshi: 3-5 p.m.

Meng Huan flung his sleeve. “I’ll go wait for His Highness to leave the court.”

Since an unknown time, Meng Huan felt this prince’s residence was uninteresting if Lin Bozhou weren’t here.

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