Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Nor was he sure that he was really willing to let himself go in the sense.

Meng Huan finally tied the hairpin to his hair. An Chui grabbed the bag and led him out of the room.

To be honest, Meng Huan felt he was doing okay because at least he didn’t steal the seal to make Lin Bozhou lose his military pay, and he didn’t let the villains who killed the innkeeper leave.

Meng Huan was initially a person who stopped striving. The feeling of being a useful waste and widow wasn’t bad.

The sunlight was slightly harsh, reflected in his brown pupils. Meng Huan closed his eyes, could not resist, and then coughed.

His white chin was thin and pointed, and he shook his head slightly as An Chui pushed him hard. An Chui was annoyed, “Why is your body so weak?”

In the past few days, Meng Huan had a fever, nosebleeds, vomiting, and fainting; the pain after being sick was very intense. He remained very cooperative with An Chui on the surface, but in his heart, he was dying of happiness.

–Although it was painful to be sick, Meng Huan was happy at the thought of An Chui’s incompetent rage.

But Meng Huan still looked miserable and cooperative on the surface.

An Chui looked at him sullenly and could not help but reflect on whether it was foolish to put his entire fortune on Meng Huan and wait for him to draw his own seal.

There was no turning back after making an important decision. He pinned a knife to the side of his waist, held Meng Huan’s wrist, and brushed it against Meng Huan’s waist, smiling, “Brother, I’ll help you.”

This was a warning. Even if An Chui couldn’t run away, he could still drag Meng Huan as a sacrifice.

Meng Huan smiled. “Thank you, Second Brother.”

The two brothers, who had recently formed, slowly walked down the street. The sky had just cleared, and there were many puddles on the ground, floating with leaves that the rainstorm had swept off, the ripples clear.

This journey was the same as the spying old man said. The patrols had slackened a lot; sometimes, they would see the barrier and officials only after walking a long way. But without exception, all let them both go.

Footsteps moving slowly, Meng Huan blinked blankly and could not help but think.

Did Lin Bozhou give up looking for him?

In the original book, the original main gong went around looking like crazy and dropped out of court for a few days; the capital was very unsettled at the time.

But…… when Meng Huan looked, how did he feel that the capital had returned to peace?

Lin Bozhou…… no longer looked for him and went to the court?

An Chui watched him write that letter. The content was more or less the same as the reason the original shou leave. He hated him in his heart, never liked him, was good to him only as a pretense, and always wanted to escape. Finally, he had an excellent chance to escape happily, so Lin Bozhou should never come to pester him again, which would be tiresome.

When writing, Meng Huan’s heart was sore and uncomfortable, and he almost couldn’t act and cried in front of An Chui.

What would Lin Bozhou think when he saw this letter?

Would he…… really let himself go?

Meng Huan pursed his pale lips. He and An Chui had already walked near the city gates. The procession out of the city was long, and the people stranded in the inner city a few days before were preparing to leave the city one after another.

The crowd was so large that the soldiers searched simply and let them go.

“Hurry up!” An Chui urged him.

With the back of his blade against his back, Meng Huan was dizzy and quickened his pace, being squeezed into the crowd of people.

But it was at this time that the neighing of horses was heard.

An Chui cursed, “Mental, I didn’t expect to run into the commanding officer of the inspection.”

Previously, soldiers were stationed at each gate, but now a column of troops was searching back and forth at the gates. As long as they weren’t discovered, it was easy to escape in disguise.

When the soldiers saw the inspectors coming, they became more serious and asked loudly, “Where are you from? How many days have you been in the capital? What are you doing here?”

Meng Huan half turned his back and looked up to reveal his face. The group of people swept their eyes through the middle of the crowd, like going through the motions; their gazes were careless, and did not look seriously.

“……”

Meng Huan lowered his head with quite a bit of disappointment.

But at this time, the sound of hoof beats came again from behind.

After the commanders turned around and saw it, they hurriedly drove the horses apart on both sides of the road, leaving a spacious road in the middle, turned over, and dismounted. “Greetings to the prince!”

Meng Huan’s heart clenched tightly, and his brain was dizzy, but it was like being lifted by something. He desperately raised his face and looked towards the middle of the crowd.

On his back, An Chui’s blade came. “Hold still.”

Meng Huan suppressed the shout in his throat.

As the horses moved, the man’s tall figure was slowly revealed.

The man wore sharp, crisp traveling clothes, his hair was tied up high, and the sleeves of his robe were tied tightly around his wrists, unlike his usual elegant official clothes. His figure looked incredibly condescending and distant on the tall, sturdy horses.

His eyes were somehow better, no longer covered by a white veil. They were drooping, his gaze overlooking the pedestrians near the city gates, without a trace of emotion on his face.

It looked cold, gloomy, and depressing.

Even from a distance, Meng Huan could feel his pressure.

The kneeling people bowed their heads, not daring to look him in the face.

Lin Bozhou tightened the reins of his horse and could only see the top of those buried heads.

Beside him, Luo Juan said, “Your Highness, let’s go.”

Lin Bozhou came to the city gate every day to have a look and had been looking for many days, not knowing what he was looking at. In that letter, in Meng Huan’s clumsy handwriting, it was clearly written: he had gone.

It was a voluntary leave because he did not like him.

Everything before was a lie.

Luo Juan knew about all this and advised, “Let’s go back.”

–Don’t come back to look anymore.

The man on horseback closed his eyes and gently exhaled some breath.

Not knowing what he was thinking, he looked sideways into the darkening sky, his lips closed.

After a long time.

“Ta-da-da-da-”

The horse’s hooves began to step back.