Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

A wave of anger ran up his chest unconsciously. Meng Huan gritted his teeth and looked at him.

Cui Renfang looked sorrowful and was still recounting. “This old man has a sincere heart but unfortunately could not guard him well, allowing An Chui to escape from Cui’s residence and take the princess hostage. This old man is guilty of negligence and deserves to die but has no desire to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country; the sun and moon will be proof!

He almost washed himself into a unique, loyal minister.

Lin Bozhou put down the tea lid.

“A pity.”

“What does Your Highness mean?” Cui Renfang’s aged eyes turned.

“Elder Cui did not have the heart to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country, but it led to the scourge of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country. Elder Cui would be better served to say these words to His Majesty.” Lin Bozhou’s face was gentle, seemingly without any aggression, but these words blocked Elder Cui’s arguments.

—Facts spoke louder than words. Leading to a disaster was a fact.

Another short segment of Cui Renfang’s trial was to search for evidence of his possessions and his correspondence with Mao Chengchang, which had little to do with Meng Huan. He got the clerk to finish taking his statement and left Cui Renfang’s cell to go to the imperial prison where An Chui was being held.

As he walked along the road, Cui Renfang’s hypocritical face echoed in Meng Huan’s mind. He couldn’t help but look at Lin Bozhou, his eyes flickering. “Husband.”

“Hm?” Lin Bozhou looked at him sideways.

“Can he be punished?”

Lin Bozhou was quiet. “He had let out his intention in this trial. Many people will emerge from the court to plead for him, using what he said about planning ahead as an excuse, but it doesn’t matter. This husband’s people will also start to attack him, bringing him down completely. It will take some time for scolding until he cannot turn over. Huan Huan—”

Lin Bozhou called out his name.

“Hmm?” Meng Huan looked up.

“The Great Zong’s court is like this. Somebody with discerning eyes can distinguish right and wrong in a short while, but many open mouths are rambling incoherently, making right and wrong unclear. Their explanation of a matter is often for themselves, not for the matter itself.” A bit of dark light collected in his black eyes, and his voice was like snow falling in the silence.

“The Great Zong is rotten all around.”

Meng Huan blinked his eyelids, tilted his head, and looked at Lin Bozhou.

The young man’s skin was as white as porcelain. His eyes were like dark brown glaze, clean and transparent. His jaw was pointed, his lips were tinged with a slightly sickly color, and his gaze reflected Lin Bozhou’s eyes.

Meng Huan turned his head sideways and did not speak.

Lin Bozhou guessed that Meng Huan might not have understood what he said.

But the young man’s glittering pupils flickered slightly, and after a long time, he said softly, “Is that why Husband is so tired?”

A gentle, soft sentence made Lin Bozhou’s psychological defenses suffer a heavy blow and vaguely begin to collapse and fall with a boom.

As the prince regent bearing the brunt of the Great Zong’s court, he was hypocritical, friendly to hide his intentions, powerful, and attentive as he played with power to the limit of his energy, grasping the entire Great Zong’s thousands of matters in his hand, holding on to them firmly, and trusting no one.

When Lin Bozhou said this, he wanted to tell Meng Huan he could solve Cui Renfang’s problem and support the faltering Great Zong.

But in Meng Huan’s eyes, he was the only one.

The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips curved. “This husband is not tired.”

The feeling of love really softened his heart.

“Okay then.”

Meng Huan gently took his hand.

An Chui, who was caught on the spot, wouldn’t need much interrogation and would undoubtedly die. Meng Huan went through the testimony, only to find that An Chui did not say a word in the past few days, not even talking under torture. He was highly contemptuous of the Han people and stubbornly waited for death with closed eyes.

He sat in the cell, appearing disheveled. When his evil eyes fell on Meng Huan’s face, he approached and tugged at the log, baring his teeth viciously as if he could not wait to bite off his flesh.

Meng Huan also fiercely glared at him. “You’re about to die.”

An Chui grinned, smiling coldly. “Yes, I would like you to kill me right now! That way, you will anger my father, who will take revenge for me and come into the capital with an iron hoof to rip off all your heads!”

Meng Huan found he had nothing more to say to him, turned his face away, and headed out the door.

Behind Meng Huan’s back, he was still roaring, “You disgusting bunch of liars!”

“Even if I die, I won’t bow down to you! Come on, kill me! Do you really dare to kill me? Kill me, and my father will slaughter all the people of your city. He will kill the people of every city he conquers! It doesn’t matter if I die because hundreds of thousands of people will be buried with me anyway!”

Meng Huan walked out of the imperial prison of the Northern Zhenfu Division.

He was so angry that his body was shaking.

Killing people and slaughtering cities, they really could do it.

If Liaodong was repeatedly defeated, the people there would only be slaughtered and buried alive by iron hooves and scimitars.

A cruel war had already started.

Meng Huan stood still and did not move on, surrounded by a strong wave of sadness.

“Don’t worry,” Lin Bozhou looked sideways, noticed Meng Huan’s expression, and lowered his eyes. “If the Liaodong Dusi can’t hold on, they will fight south into the Shanhai Pass and come straight to the capital. However, this husband will go to battle to fight that group of invaders and turn them away.”

Lin Bozhou slightly bent his back, the shadows fell, and his fingers gently rubbed over Meng Huan’s face. His words were filled with a gentle bloody aura. “Huan Huan does not have to be afraid. This husband will solve everything.”