Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The tip of his tongue gently drilled in, turning a shallow kiss long and wet. At the same time, his fingers also explored under his inner pants.

Like the scenes in the spring pictures he watched then, his fingers became sticky as he kissed Meng Huan.

The dark night was inexplicably long.

Meng Huan could not help but quietly look at Lin Bozhou.

The bed was covered with thin veils, creating a small space. After all, a small space was more likely to give people a sense of belonging.

Meng Huan carefully examined Lin Bozhou’s side profile.

Close at hand, this man wouldn’t stop kissing him.

He was fucked up so deep that he couldn’t help but choke on his sobs.

Meng Huan’s voice was soft, “Husband.”

Lin Bozhou paused and kissed him. “Mmm, this husband is here.”

–

Meng Huan often had nightmares.

He could not understand why it was always this scene: among the tall standing buildings, the cold and unbearable rainstorm fell from the sky, and the ceramic tiles were bubbling with water; the whole world was rippling with thousands of ripples.

And next to the rainstorm, a pile of trash was thrown out and left to be washed away by the rain. Among them was a tiny swaddling cloth.

A pale baby finger poked out of the swaddling clothes, battered by the torrential rain, and was crying incessantly.

In the past, Meng Huan always woke up from this nightmare, suspecting that he was the baby in the swaddling clothes; the baby which was abandoned.

Tonight, Meng Huan had this dream again.

But this time, he saw a young man appear, using an umbrella to shield him from the wind and rain. Although he could not see his face, the fragrance of his pale neck peeking out from the collar was precisely the same as the one lingering in Meng Huan’s nose.

Meng Huan woke up in the middle of the night and saw Lin Bozhou sleeping beside him.

He was stunned, couldn’t resist, and came closer to bite his jaw gently.

Lin Bozhou seemed slightly pained by the bite in his sleep, his eyebrows raised gently, but he put his hand on Meng Huan’s back and pressed him more firmly into his arms.

Meng Huan was certain that perhaps this was not a dream.

The person who shielded him from the storm had appeared.

–

Meng Huan woke up in the early morning, and his mind was a little dizzy.

Lin Bozhou woke up early, perhaps because You Jin assisted him. In any case, he was fully dressed and sitting in the study, listening to Chen An’s report on recent political affairs.

He lazily lounged in the pear-wood Taishi chair, his eyes covered with a white veil, his lips pursed, occasionally humming softly.

Lin Bozhou was born into a life of hard work and could not stay idle. Even though his eyes could not see, he had to get up early in the morning, bathe, burn incense, exercise, meditate, and wait for his staff and officials to enter the study to report on the recent situation.

Meng Huan also dressed up and went there while Chen An talked about a matter.

“According to the report from the palace, yesterday, His Majesty summoned the first grandson of Elder Cui’s family.”

Lin Bozhou picked up his cup of tea. “Hmm?”

“Not the little young master Cui Han, but the eldest young master Cui Ying. This young master is said to be in poor health and has been recuperating from his illness at the Xiang Shan Manor outside the city, reading books, playing chess, mingling with gentlemen, and has a reputation as a flirt among the playboys.”

Lin Bozhou was quiet and did not speak.

“Some time ago, this young man played Go and won the game against Master Kong Jie of the Zen Monastery, and the deed was sung in the capital. Isn’t His Majesty a fan of Go? When he heard about it, he summoned him to the palace and said he wanted to play chess with him.”

Lin Bozhou put his teacup down.

“Knock—”

Not a light or heavy sound.

Lin Bozhou faintly smiled. “Interesting. This was done since this prince refused to accompany His Majesty in the chess game and is still blind, so they desperately try to enter when they see an opening.”

His smile looked like an evil demon cloaked in handsome features, but his tone was cold. “Very smart. They are aware of using Go. It seems they have already figured out how to replace this prince in front of His Majesty.”

The two light sentences made Chen An’s back chill as he listened.

Since ancient times, ministers who wanted to gain power had to please the emperor. For example, a well-known treacherous minister, who wrote a beautiful talisman and got the favor of a Taoist emperor, achieved meteoric success in their career and overturned the court for many years.

Powerful eunuchs also had to please the emperor. The emperor was discouraged and lazy, so they could get the sideline imperial power.

Lin Bozhou was transferred to the capital from Kuzhou and was originally a puppet regent for the eunuchs. His goal was to change Emperor Xuan He, and his first step in gaining trust was to please him, conquering the heart of the middle-aged boy with Go.

However, after gaining trust, he no longer accompanied the emperor to play chess but instructed him to study hard and learn the principles of governance. The emperor should not possess the seven emotions and six desires, nor should he have any hobbies other than state affairs. Otherwise, it would be too deep and too heavy and definitely not good for the state.

Now, someone actually followed the method he once did while his eye disease had not yet healed and wanted to rush onto the stage.

“Some people can barely hide their intention to kill this prince.”

After Lin Bozhou finished these words, the teacup fell to the ground and suddenly broke to pieces.

Meng Huan was stunned and looked up at him.

…… Was Lin Bozhou very angry?

“Husband……”

Meng Huan moved forward and was about to say a few words of comfort.

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

The two letters he received last night appeared in his eyes.

Laying on the table, which was picked up early in the morning when You Jin entered the room to clean up, written in black and white, very eye-catching—