Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan’s heart thumped.

Then, his head was dizzy.

His mind began to cry out to heaven: Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!

Lin Bozhou’s thin wrist bones rested on the handle of the chair. When he heard Meng Huan’s voice, he turned his face. “Is Huan Huan up? Get ready for breakfast.”

But he turned his head sideways, and his attention was still focused on Chen An’s topic. “Let the Supervisor of Ceremonies keep an eye on it. Seeking glory and fortune by currying favor with His Majesty is fine, but if His Majesty is tempted to make the wrong decision, drop out of the court, and abandon his studies, tell this prince immediately.”

Chen An nodded. “Yes.”

Lin Bozhou was very strict with Emperor Xuan He, wanting to cultivate him into a real emperor and a bright ruler. He would strictly set the hours for Emperor Xuan He to study, eat, ride, and even rest. At the same time, he was on guard so that some people would not charm the emperor with strange techniques and tricks.

The emperor had so many temptations around him, all of which masked themselves, that it was impossible to see whether they were sincere or had greedy intentions. Emperor Xuan He was also an impulsive person who was easily confused, so Lin Bozhou took over his social relations.

The young eunuch who accompanied Emperor Xuan He out of the palace before, knowing that the emperor’s departure from the palace was not good, didn’t advise and instead gave ideas to please Emperor Xuan He, so he was sent to the East Factory by Lin Bozhou and died by flogging.

A talented minister would advise the emperor to become a wise ruler, even if his advice was unpleasant.

On the other hand, the evil minister was soft and flattering and only cared about pleasing His Majesty.

—However, because Lin Bozhou interfered too much, he was accused by the ministers of clouding the emperor’s ears and controlling him.

Chen An retreated and left.

Only Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou were left in the study.

Meng Huan’s scalp tingled. He walked to his side, and his eyes burned when he glanced at the envelope on the table.

He slowly lowered his head, lips gently skewing.

Lin Bozhou let out an “mm.”

“Why don’t you talk?”

The letters were placed before him, unsure if Chen An had read them to him. Meng Huan was nervous and raised his eyes. “Have you read these two letters?”

“Just now, You Jin picked them up under the bed. I don’t know who they belong to and put them here. I haven’t checked them yet.”

When Lin Bozhou said this, his voice contained a little meaningful smile.

If these were meant to be secret letters, then the owner was really cute. How could any fool be so stupid that he couldn’t hide them well?

Meng Huan was now speechless.

It was silent for a while.

“Hey.”

Meng Huan stomped his foot in frustration.

Lu Nanxing’s handwriting was unrecognizable, and he was afraid that he would forget the details of Meng Xueming’s letter, so Meng Huan didn’t dare to burn it like in the TV series but tucked it in the pocket of his clothes, intending to look at it again at dawn.

The letter fell out and was picked up when the clothes were removed.

…… So stupid. No matter what he did, he would mess up.

Meng Huan slapped his forehead hard.

Lin Bozhou paused as if he just understood. “So it was Huan Huan’s letter?”

“……”

Meng Huan bit his lower lip even harder.

He imagined that Lin Bozhou was just angry. Now that he received a superstitious letter, he should be very angry, but it seemed that Lin Bozhou did not seem to ooze the familiar sense of dominance and pressure.

Meng Huan was a bit more courageous and said, “Mm, mine.”

He felt that maybe it was time to come clean.

However, Lin Bozhou’s hand turned over the letter paper. “Then you can take it back and keep it for yourself.”

“…… Huh?”

Meng Huan looked up at him unexpectedly.

What! Aren’t you even going to see what kind of letter it is?

“It’s Huan Huan’s letter. Of course, Huan Huan should keep it.” Lin Bozhou said. “This husband will not read your letter, don’t worry.”

This time, Meng Huan really stumbled in place, a little overwhelmed.

Although he and Lin Bozhou had been married for some time, Meng Huan knew that if he didn’t mention political matters in front of him, Lin Bozhou would naturally be gentle and non-aggressive. However, Meng Huan also knew that Lin Bozhou was naturally an iron-blooded* politician, so if he talked about the assassination involving his life, he would definitely be angry.

*Iron-blooded: having a strong will and an unyielding spirit.

Meng Huan originally thought that since Lin Bozhou did not know, then let the matter of receiving the letter pass. It would be better to pretend that it never happened. Therefore, when he saw the letter, Meng Huan felt extremely nervous, but he did not expect Lin Bozhou did not actually read the letter he received.

Was it so easy to…… get away with it?

Meng Huan pinched the letter and was baffled.

Why didn’t Lin Bozhou read the letter?

Did he believe in him?

But whenever he thought of Lin Bozhou being good to him, Meng Huan’s heart felt even more guilty.

Then, Lin Bozhou reached out, “Huan Huan, help. Take this husband to the dining table.”

“Ah, okay.”

Meng Huan approached to bring him up from the chair. Lin Bozhou stood up, no longer talking, lips gently pursed, his high nose bridge showed a few grave colors, seemingly in deep thought.

Lin Bozhou used his brain a lot. Whenever the court was in chaos, he had to make considerations from every angle, considering the interests of all sides, which requires comprehensive discernment. Therefore, when he wasn’t thinking, he often did not speak, but when he lowered his head slightly, his face was calm as water, as if nothing could be seen.

Meng Huan led him to sit at the dining table.

He couldn’t help it and asked, “What is Husband thinking about?”

Lin Bozhou held his hand tightly, “Thinking about Cui Lang being summoned to the palace.”

Meng Huan blinked and blinked his eyes.

“……”

So you completely disregarded the possibility of me being an assassin and the fact that I even considered assassinating you?

Speaking plainly, Meng Huan had transmigrated into the book for so long, assassinating Lin Bozhou was one of the few mainline tasks, and to his surprise, Lin Bozhou didn’t care about him at all!

Was there really such a failure of an assassin like him?

QAQ.