Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

After eating, he was free for a while.

Meng Huan opened the letter and re-read it.

When he encountered another word Lu Nanxing wrote that he didn’t know, Meng Huan was braver and tugged on Lin Bozhou’s sleeve. “Husband, how do you pronounce this word?”

Lin Bozhou: “Hmm?”

Meng Huan wrote the character shape on his hand.

Lin Bozhou perceived it for a moment and told Meng Huan together with the meaning.

Meng Huan was quite depressed. “If I had known, I would have told you.”

Lin Bozhou smiled and did not reveal that he was cheated by the manservant.

The weather gradually became hotter. Meng Huan poked out some of his fair wrists in the room, concentrating on reading the letter. The words were at least neat, written in response to Meng Xueming’s letter.

He also understood the meaning of Lu Nanxing’s letter.

To think it would attack Lin Bozhou, but unexpectedly, there was none, just a simple greeting. The letter contained Lu Nanxing’s melancholy mood when Lin Bozhou spared his life in the field outside the city.

Finally finished writing the letter, Meng Huan intended to return to the restaurant that day to try his luck, thinking he could pass the letter to Lu Nanxing. He had just put the letter into the envelope when Chen An hurriedly entered, sweating profusely.

“Your Highness.”

Meng Huan stepped outside. Before he left, he saw him bowing to Lin Bozhou and talking about a matter, and a few words came vaguely.

–Liaodong’s military pay.

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Holding the letter in his hand openly, Meng Huan’s mood was much happier. You Jin looked at him with a loving old chrysanthemum-like face, smiling. “What is Master happy about?”

Meng Huan couldn’t say but only felt relief on his shoulders.

He actually still cared that Lin Bozhou had screwed Meng Xueming. Even if he didn’t care, the matter was not hidden, and people in this book world would bully Meng Huan for a lifetime.

Now that the matter was cleared up, he also learned that Meng Xueming was safe, so his mood was much better.

You Jin picked up an umbrella. “Master, are we going out of the house?”

Meng Huan nodded. “Yes, let’s also go out for a stroll today. I’ll find a friend and give him the letter.”

“A letter?” You Jin chuckled mischievously.

Speaking of which, Meng Huan’s letter was the one he picked up under the bed.

Speaking of this, Meng Huan was still a little embarrassed and did not dare to look at him, walking out with big steps towards the residence gate.

The weather was hot and dry, and the teahouse was full of customers. Meng Huan waited for half a sichen at a loss, thinking: why didn’t he go directly to Lu Nanxing? Thus, he gestured to You Jin, “Let’s go directly to Vice-Minister Lu’s residence.”

You Jin was surprised. “Go to Vice-Minister Lu’s residence?”

“Yes. I’ll give the letter to Lu Nanxing and ask about my father’s residence along the way. Next time, I’ll send him a letter and silver directly.” Meng Huan glanced around.

You Jin’s expression relaxed, knowing that Meng Huan now openly saying these words proved that he really wouldn’t leave, and he said joyfully, “Okay.”

The distance from the teahouse to the Lu residence was long. Lu Shi, in the end, was only a vice minister and not as rich as Lin Bozhou. He could only buy houses in more remote locations in the capital, one in the east and one in the west.

After walking for a while, Meng Huan was unbearably sunburned and saw someone selling plums at the entrance of a temple. A cool breeze came out from the temple when he came close to buy a few to taste. Taking advantage of cooling off in the shade, Meng Huan entered the temple and went to the front yard to burn an incense stick.

Meng Huan was a superstitious child, always thinking that luck made him still alive after he transmigrated into this book, so he would worship the Bodhisattva religiously when he saw one.

He had just gotten up when there was movement from behind him.

“Young Master Cui is a brilliant chess player. I’m afraid this visit is not to amuse this poor monk.”

“Hahahaha,” a bright young male voice came, “After playing chess with you for so many years, why do you start talking bitterly today?”

Meng Huan turned around, and his footsteps stopped, finding that the youth in the corridor had a familiar face.

The young man was sweating profusely, drinking a bowl of herbal tea. When he turned his head and saw Meng Huan, his smile paused, and he said, “Eh?”

Meng Huan also said, “Eh?”

Wasn’t this the man who played chess with Lin Bozhou on the decorated boat that day?

Meng Huan was still in a hurry to find Lu Nanxing, so he smiled and prepared to leave, but the young man stood up excitedly and raised his hand to gesture to him, “Young Master, don’t go. I met you by chance the other day and played a game with your friend. I’ve been wandering around the decorated boat for the past few days to find the blind gentleman. After playing that day, I reflected and finally knew where I was wrong.”

“Uh,” Meng Huan’s eyelids twitched, “So you–”

“Can I play another game with that blind gentleman?”

His words were similar to the feeling of having to pester someone to solo again after losing a game, which was not incomprehensible, but how could Lin Bozhou play another game with him?